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572. the 572nd chapter violent storm

Pressure, absolute pressure. It's like a scorching summer day, when a sudden gust of wind blows, and dark clouds hit the top of the head, oppressing the entire land with absolute power. The oppression makes everyone suffocate and suffocates countless creatures.

Run away, looking for a safe refuge to escape the coming storm.

At this moment, Yan Fenghuo feels like this when facing the punishment of heaven. The opponent's oppression is overwhelming, making it impossible for you to escape, and even makes you believe that no matter how you escape, it is futile.

"Hahahahaha...hahahahaha..."

Yan Fenghuo suddenly let out an arrogant and domineering laugh and raised his head, not caring about the wound that exploded on his neck.

When he is strong, he becomes stronger. Under pressure, he instinctively puts up a tenacious resistance. Laughter is the best weapon to resist pressure. It can dilute it, make the other party's doubts rise, and relieve himself from a series of negative emotions caused by pressure.

After the smile ended, Yan Fenghuo slowly lowered his raised head and stared at Tianpu, then suddenly raised his head high again.

This time, the angle of raising the head was much larger than before, with almost the whole face facing the sky. With this movement, the gaping wound in the throat was torn apart in an instant, and streams of blood flowed wildly along the opened flesh.

gush out.

"Ooooooooooo!!!..."

The shrill wolf howl was like a bursting flame, igniting from Yan Fenghuo's chest, rushing upwards along the organs, burning fiercely under the influence of the air, and when it fell down his throat, it turned into a fire dragon, charging forward with incomparable ferocity.

Skyrim.

Amid the howl, Tianpu's eyes narrowed suddenly, and his breathing became a little heavy. He found that the overwhelming aura he was exuding was forcibly broken through by Yan Fenghuo.

Yes, Yan Fenghuo managed to break through a gap. If heavenly punishment is the dark clouds pressing down on the earth in summer, symbolizing the violent storm, then Yan Fenghuo is an erupting volcano, which is enough to break out a gap in these dark clouds!

Xiao He on the side could no longer stand the auras of the two people, so he stumbled away for more than ten meters, and then he felt much more relaxed.

"God's Punishment, stop!" Xiao He shouted at Heaven's Punishment: "Yan Fenghuo is my nephew and the only bloodline of our family!"

But Tianpu, who usually regarded Xiao He as his master and treated him with respect no matter what, seemed to be a different person and didn't listen to Xiao He's instructions at all. He stood up straight little by little, his rickety waist slowly straightening, without any hesitation.

The lustrous skin began to glow with a vigorous breath of life, and the muscles under the skin began to slowly collide.

In a short period of time, Tianpu seemed to be more than ten years younger, and the expression on his face was no less than that of an energetic young man.

"God's punishment!!!" Xiao He roared anxiously.

Unfortunately, Tianpu still ignored Xiao He. He stared at Yan Fenghuo and slowly pulled out a silver-plated Burmese knife from his clothes.

Burmese people don't know how to make knives, so they mostly use knives made by Achang people. For a long time, they have formed their own system and formed Burmese knives. Burmese knives are exquisite in workmanship and pay great attention to practical performance. They often use silver infiltration technology to make them bright and not easy to rust.

The length of the sheath is 50cm, the overall length is 45cm, and the blade length is 28.6cm. The blade is engraved with curly grass patterns on both sides, and the handle and sheath are made of copper. It is compact and lightweight, and is especially suitable for close combat.

"Whoa!"

The scream of the blade cutting through the air sounded, and Tianpu rushed towards Yan Fenghuo like an eagle, with the Burmese knife in his hand standing on his chest, stabbing wildly.

Five meters is the best fighting distance. At this distance, Tianpu's speed reaches its extreme. He doesn't look like a depressed old man at all. It feels more like a young man who is good at speed. It's like lightning before a rainstorm. In an instant,

Attack and kill Yan Fenghuo.

Faced with the stabbing Burmese knife, Yan Fenghuo pulled out two sabers, a tiger tooth in his left hand and a Nepali saber in his right hand. He waved the tiger tooth tactical knife in his left hand fiercely to chop at the stabbing Burmese knife.

"Keng!"

A wisp of sparks burst out, and Yan Fenghuo's body seemed to be shaken by a huge force, and he took a step back.

The moment he took a step back, he turned his body violently, took a step forward under the inertial force of the turn, waved the Nepali saber in his right hand, and lifted the body of Tianpu from the bottom right to the top.

The Nepalese military knife is definitely a powerful weapon for fierce fighting. With its curved blade and thick blade, cutting people is as easy as chopping vegetables. If Yan Fenghuo's knife was carried out, it would definitely split Tianpu's body in half.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

Two sounds of sharp blades cutting through flesh were heard. Yan Fenghuo's half-closed eyes suddenly widened, and he retreated backwards as if he was electrocuted. After retreating violently, he seemed unable to control his body and sat heavily on the ground.

The clothes on his chest showed cross-shaped cracks, and a standard cross-shaped wound appeared on Yan Fenghuo's chest.

The skin and flesh of the wound were rolled up, and the subcutaneous fat and white flesh were clearly visible.

One second, two seconds...

Blood surged out at the speed of a spring, filling the grooves of the cross-shaped stab wounds, then stained the clothes red, and flowed downwards along the skin.

Yan Fenghuo turned into a bloody man, and the whole chest and even the abdomen of the bear were covered with warm and sticky blood. The incision was too deep, and the blood pouring out could not be blocked.

A sense of fear suddenly surged into Yan Fenghuo's heart. He didn't see clearly how Tianpu used the sword, but he just felt that the opponent's Burmese sword shook slightly.

Fear could not stop Tianpu's attack. When Yan Fenghuo was sitting on the ground, Tianpu, who was holding a Burmese knife, had already jumped up and stabbed Yan Fenghuo again.

Yan Fenghuo, who was sitting on the ground, turned around crazily, completed a roll, and ran wildly to the side without any reason.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

"Um!"

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh sounded again, and Yan Fenghuo made a muffled sound and continued to roll forward crazily.

When he stood up to face God's punishment, blood surged from the cross-shaped stab wound on his back, staining his entire back red.

Just now it was fear, now it is terror!

He found that he had no power to fight back against Heaven's Punishment, and he couldn't even see clearly how the opponent's Burmese sword completed the cross attack.

The violent volcano was completely suppressed by the dark clouds that covered the sky, and this was just the beginning, the beginning of the violent storm.

Tianpu, who had a calm expression on his face, came forward again, stabbing Yan Fenghuo straight with his Burmese knife, without even changing his posture.

Yan Fenghuo's eyes widened and he stepped back suddenly, staring at Tianpu's feet.

Tianpu's speed was very fast. When he was about to reach the distance to attack Yan Fenghuo, his body seemed to flash forward, and he jumped two meters ahead like a ghost, shaking the Burmese knife.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

There were two more sounds of sharp blades cutting through the flesh, and a long cross appeared on Yan Fenghuo's right arm. The flesh was rolled up and dripping with blood.

Yan Fenghuo saw it clearly, but what he saw clearly was what movement Tianshen used to make himself flash two meters ahead. He still didn't see clearly the opponent's cross-shaped attack.

A large amount of blood donations have passed by, and Yan Fenghuo's speed has slowed down, but the real storm has just arrived!

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