Chapter nine hundred and sixty-ninth the beginning of the dead hand
The power of Bai Qipeng's full -scale outbreak directly acts on himself through the spread of air. That breath makes Nangong Ming boil up and down.
Here, it feels here!
And Bai Qipeng, who was rushing forward, also found out that Nangong Ming was wrong. In his own feelings, the other party seemed to be getting younger.
However, he didn't retreat, and he came to Nangong Ming in a moment. The fist that had already held up was smashing towards his head!
Just when Bai Qipeng thought that the South Palace was either hiding or blocking, his fist was already a few centimeters away from the other person's eyelids. At this moment, he felt a turn in front of him.
Do not avoid, just grab your wrist, bend your body, and grab his own hands from Nangong Ming. Bai Qipeng feels a role that is only with his own strength!
Soon, Bai Qipeng realized what, his face changed greatly, and the other party did not use much effort. He was using the power he played to bring down himself!
I saw Nangong Ming's body slightly bent and flickered, and instantly changed with Bai Lifeng. Then he cleverly used the power of the fist that burst out from Bai Qipeng.
One use.
It is a force, and Bai Lopeng is directly thrown by Nangong Ming. The powerful destructive power caused by this is all from Bai Qipeng itself, and Nangong Ming can basically ignore the degree of destruction.
In this way, Bai Qipeng was dumbfounded by Nangong Ming. He smashed several buildings in a row, and made two of them collapsed.
After he climbed out of the collapsed ruins, he saw Nangong Ming standing not far away, carrying his hands, and looking at himself without anxiety.
His eyes narrowed, and his mouth touched with his mouth, vomiting, and two words.
"Warrior!"
That's right, Nangong Ming is a warrior who knows how to use his own strength cleverly. If Bai Qipeng's just shock is completely based on his previous combat experience, then this old man is a fighting skills to crushed the combat skills to crush the skills of combat skills
Own.
"Good eyesight, I have been practicing martial arts from the age of seven, and now it has been more than a hundred years now."
"How many years? How old are you this year?"
Bai Qing is a bit aggressive. Since the age of seven, he has practiced martial arts and has been practicing for more than a hundred years. Could it be that you want to enter. For a century? Generally speaking, people have a problem.
The decay of planting half a foot entering the coffin?
Obviously it looks about sixty or seventy years old.
"I'm 108 years old this year."
"It seems that you are old and not dead."
"I know what you are thinking. Indeed, people who buried in the soil like me should not be strolled outside, but the little friends should not know that the higher the level of the new human beings, the more life is.
The longer, I thought it was time to be taken away by this waiting. Who knows, God gave me another chance. "
"Okay, now we are enemies, we should not talk like this."
"Also, then, let's continue."
When speaking, I saw that Bai Qipeng put on an attack attitude again and looked at himself seriously. Nangong Ming's face was still indifferent, and his hands were distinguished as light as just now.
This time, Bai Lingpeng immediately knew that this was a guy who liked the post -haircut, but he did not choose not to make himself in order to prevent himself. He was often fighting in the last days.
I will not fight once in two years, but in the last days, especially in the early stage, he can play more than a dozen games a day. The number of fighting times is more. He gradually understands that the best defense is the offensive.
Slowly fall into the wind.
Nangong Ming, who stands in the distance, looks very indifferent, but his eyes are staring at Bai Qipeng like two sharp swords. Originally, the other party wanted to rush directly to kill him, but he noticed him
Behind his eyes, Bai Lopeng immediately suppressed the impulse in his heart.
After a second and one second, I finally took a step towards the side. Nangong Ming's figure also turned with the pace of movement, facing each other from beginning to end.
Bai Qipeng took a step again, and faced himself facing himself. In this way, Bai Lingpeng was circling around Nangong Ming, looking for the most favorable opportunities for starting.
Suddenly! Bai Yifeng moved! For a while, it turned into a black shadow waving a fist like a steel straight towards Nangong Ming's noodle door!
At the beginning, I used the killing trick, without any hand.
Nangong Ming watched the dark shadow that rushed towards himself, and his expression became serious. In the moment, the two bumped, and the storm that had been flattened for a long time was freely flying again.
A lot of clean.
This time, Bai Qipeng stayed with a heart, not because the old man and his ability and his abilities could not keep up with himself, and he was a martial arts identity.
Then, then
The two are hundreds of meters apart. When Bai Lopeng sprints at the speed of the sixth -order new human beings, his distance from Nangong Ming is also incredible!
As soon as he fists, he didn't go to see where his fist would bombard. He just looked at the other person's body, and paid attention to the next action of the other party.
Sure enough, when he was unexpected, when his fist was about to blast the other person's mind, in the eyes of Bai Qingpeng, Nangong Ming moved. He opened his body from the right direction from his own perspective.
Empty, so that you have more time to counterattack.
However, Bai Lingpeng will not give him, the fighting between them is the most powerful strength! Whether it gives each other any chance, it is the price of serious injuries!
Fortunately, he did not put all the spirit in this blow. When the other party reacted, Bai Qipeng immediately turned his body, and the figure of the speed moved was stagnant.
The ground exploded, and Bai Lopeng rose up his person in the air, mobilized his body, just lifted his legs, and smashed the Nangong Ming who was changing below!
The other party was surprised, but this was still within his own response ability. Nangong Ming's originally picked foot was carved back and took back a step back.
The strong wind pressure generated from it flew the white hair of Nangong Ming.