Since the man in front of him is likely to be the "strange guy" in the black population, that is to say, the three members of the dark thorns are mostly died in the hands of the man and others of this cloth!
Although the three dark thorn team members died of themselves, they were also forced by these people, so it was no different from death in the hands of these people!
If this man is really a hot summer, he can put this poisonous hand to his fellow citizens, it is simply not worthy of being!
"The player of the Dark Spaying Brigade?!"
The man of the cloth frowned slightly, thought about it carefully, and then realized, "Olympic, you mean that the corpse was stuffed with the finger and threw it downstairs, right?!"
Lin Yu looked at him with red eyes, and the fist pinched "咯", the voice was cold, "Yes, is them, do you take someone to ambush?!"
"Blind? Is there a few unprepared goods color with us ambush?!"
The man of the cloth Yi smiled slightly and disdain, "We just just passed and hit them, so they planned to solve them, but strictly speaking, they did not die in our hands, they knew that they were not our opponents.
, Suicide in fear of war ... "
"Let your mother fart!"
Lin Yu was completely furious by the man of the cloth, roaring, kicking under his feet, his body rushing out quickly, and rushing towards the man of the cloth.
The man's eyes were shining, and a smile of his mouth raised his mouth, and he seemed to be willing to see Lin Yu's almost losing rational anger at this time.
However, he did not realize the consequences of anger Lin Yu.
Although he was injured, Lin Yu rushed over the speed and strength of the power. He almost rushed to the man's eyes of the man in the cloth in the blink of an eye, and at the same time hit the face of the man's face.
The man's eyes narrowed, the footsteps were a point, and the horse stepped quickly. At the same time, his arms crossed forward, and his body suddenly filled his strength. Confidence could take the punch of Lin Yu.
But what he didn't expect was that Lin Yu's punch was far beyond his imagination. The moment Lin Yu hit his arms, he only felt like he seemed to be hit by the trains that came into the rush.
Generally, the arms were smashed into the chest without controlling, and then a huge force came, his feet left the ground instantly, the whole person flew out directly, and the "嘭" hit the wall heavily on the back of the wall.
, The entire wall of the bumps is "buzzing" trembling.
"Hmm ..."
The man's face was white, and a painful humming hummed in his mouth, and his body was stunned, so he reluctantly stood up, and at the same time, he threw his arms with pain in pain.
Tolerate.
"Oh! It turned out to be this color!"
Kui Mu Wolf sees this scene and laughed with a mocking face, and ridiculed, "This forced you to pretend, and let our priests immediately commit suicide. I thought you were a world tall.
Flying! "
He just saw the man who was so arrogant when he saw this cloth man, and he was a little worried in his heart. He only thought how indiscriminate the man in the cloth.
However, the swallow on the side was solemn, without the slightest relaxation, his eyes kept staring at the man on the opposite side, such as the enemy.
She was very clear inside. The man in the cloth clothing could catch such a strong punch under Lin Yu's anger, and without hurting the muscles and bones, he was a rare master of Xuanshi!
Otherwise, let alone ordinary people, that is, the general masters of Xuanshi. They are hit by Lin Yu's punch, or they can break their arms, or break the ribs and seriously injuries and vomit blood!
When Lin Yu saw that the man in Boba caught him was almost injured, he couldn't help but suddenly, and he was surprised.
He knows the strength of his punch best. Although he did not do his best to test the man's reality in order to test the man's virtual reality, and he was internal injuries and was restricted, but the power of this fist was still rammed.
It can reach the 70 % strength in his heyday.
He thought that the man of the cloth was subconsciously avoided, and he did not expect that the man in the cloth clothes would take his palm hard and picked it up!
As long as the man of the cloth is not injured and vomiting blood, it is equivalent to successfully picking up his punch!
This couldn't help but let him feel hearty, and asked the man again when he asked, "Who are you?!"