Chapter 380 Impression written into the strange story of the Eastern Kingdom is very weak
Chapter 380: The impression is written into the strange story of the Eastern Kingdom.
Author: Zhai Nan
Chapter 380 Impression writing - The East Country Strange Talk is So Weak
"Forgive others when you have to, don't kill them like this!" Although the anchor's voice instantly switched to Japanese, at the same time, a soft female voice was synchronously translated.
However, at this time, there was no such thing as the normal live broadcast room shouting [girl].
Because the barrage at this moment were all giving the same exclamation-
【Fuck! Martial Arts Myth!】
Although these people had never seen Feng Xue, the moment he stepped into the camera, he had already let go of the hermit's power to cover up the Xuanjun's monster talk.
Therefore, the power of [Martial Arts Myth] was activated. All people who have the concept of "martial arts" and have a certain martial arts knowledge will understand that this is a famous predecessor in the martial arts world.
He is a peerless powerful man with outstanding achievements and unparalleled military power.
"Am I crazy or the world crazy? A martial arts myth, doing live broadcasts in Dongguo? However, the mystery recommended by the homepage is solved. If such people need to recommend it, they will not give it to the live broadcast room if they are crazy..."
Tong Xin stared blankly at the young man with two fingers clamped the wooden knife. Although he looked like a young man, he knew that this must be a peerless master who had practiced some kind of beauty-staying technique.
...
"Yan Guoren?" The strange talk in school uniform "Mudao Range" felt the force coming from the wooden knife, and his eyes became sharp. He saw his wrist trembling, and with the pinched wooden knife, he retreated five meters away.
"Oh?" Feng Xue looked at the wooden knife with some surprise. She could actually withdraw the knife from her hand. This strange story is a bit interesting!
In a sense, "Fanlong" can be regarded as a combination of elements such as "campus gangster leader" and "strong fights". The standard style is to hold grass leaves in your mouth, wear school uniforms, have strange hairstyles, wear them
Metal chains, wooden knives or personal items like tigers.
This is an image that penetrates the hearts of the Eastern people. In a sense, it can even be said to be a national image, Hokujo Jotaro in jojo, the long fight form of a girl with a ship full of ships, and Digimon.
The five major players in the room are basically the same as his style.
And after such cognition has been transformed by the Story of Hundred Things, there is no need to say much about its strength.
"Get out of the way!" The voice of the weird talk was received by the live broadcast using a drone, and Chen Xiyao, who was standing beside him, immediately tightened his nerves and began to synchronize the domestic audience.
Feng Xue waved with a very expert look:
"It's a bit too bullying you with weapons, so that's it."
Such pretending [beep--] words suddenly caused a barrage in the live broadcast room, and the long and strange talks also made the idea of a peaceful ending. He suddenly took a step forward, and the wooden knife in his hand slashed out the sound of the wind, and the sharp sword light
It's no less than a real knife.
However, the extremely rapid sword force came to an abrupt end under the movie-level capture of the smart drone, and the one who did all this was just a flash of a finger.
"If you do it or not, go and practice again!"
He said the charming words, but the face of the long talk was extremely ugly. Although at this moment, a large number of [knowledge] were pouring in, he could clearly feel the result of these [knowledge]
, but it is a label of [weak chicken].
"How could it be possible to lose to you?!" He threw away the wooden knife in his hand, and the monster talk immediately entered the second state. As a national-level monster talk, the monster talk had little ability, but it was very pure, such as-
【Strong】!
Yes, he is a strong man!
If it is just a label of a strong person, it depends on who knows it. The strong person recognized by Bai Cinan and the strong person recognized by Ke Zhene are obviously not generalized.
But once it becomes power, it is different.
The so-called setting is greater than the sky. When power is opened, Feng Xue could clearly feel that the fire of the strange talk in front of her actually began to expand rapidly.
A large amount of [knowledge] was thrown into it without any scruples, but this was not a conventional cultivation combustion, but a complete use of consumables to explode the power of power.
For ordinary strange stories, this is no different from fighting to death, but for strange stories, instead of letting those cognitives such as [weak chicken], [weak], and [mixed fish] pollute themselves, it is better to burn them directly!
"It's interesting!"
Feeling the enemy's ever-increasing combat power, Feng Xue's mouth raised slightly. Seeing that the other party had already rushed over with his finger tiger, his body also took a step forward.
Bang!
The shocking impact spread. Although the sound of the impact was dull and dull, the impact that seemed to be visible to the naked eye shocked the picture.
"The strength is good, but the skills are a little bit bad!"
After the momentary out of focus, in the clear picture again, Feng Xue pinched the wrist of Fanchang Monster Tan. He still maintained the style of a hidden master, but Fanchang Monster Tan's aura began to soar again.
Even the camera could vaguely capture the momentum that seemed to be a super Saiyan when they were violent, like a flame.
The ground exploded, and the dust and gravel of cement were thrown into the air, while the long strange story rolled up a black shadow. However, under the shooting of the smart drone, the Yan Kingdom audiences with great eyes can clearly see
Seeing the kick from the side.
"The angle is too bad!" Tong Xin shook his head secretly. Although he knew that this kick would probably break a few ribs, from the perspective of martial arts, this blow was still unqualified.
At least, it is not enough to shake the anchor!
Sure enough, the kick, which was wrapped in force like a mud truck, only blew a strong wind, and nothing could be done except letting the anchor open half of his body.
"This blow is good, but remember, you can't beat the waist!"
While hearing the other party's voice, the long monster chat felt empty. Then, with a trembling force coming from his wrist, he was thrown hard like Loki in Hulk's hand.
On the ground.
"Everyone should learn from the lessons. Although Gao Duan's kicking looks handsome and powerful, there are too many flaws in this thing, and it is easy to raise the center of gravity. At this time, as long as you can pass the eyes, you can easily relax
Trip, to be honest, as long as the two people have similar strengths, they can't figure it out with high-level kicks... Of course, if you are a martial arts actor, please ignore my commentary. After all, when filming, it is much more important to be good at fighting than to be fierce!"
【Who doesn’t know this basic?】
[That is to say, you are bullying the Eastern Kingdoms monster and don’t understand kung fu!]
[Don’t you feel ashamed of bullying a little monster in martial arts myth?]
[Stop hitting, don’t hitting, you always fight those big monsters, leave these little monsters for us!]
...
The barrage began to grow wildly, but watching the opponent suddenly switch language and explain to the drone, the strange talk felt a strong insult. The other party did not want to kill himself, but wanted to completely erase himself from the legendary level.
!
"Die me!" Throwing more and more [knowledge] into the flames, the power of the long monster talk expanded again. He roared with standard villain lines, and used a force that could pull the 300-stone strong bow with one hand.
Blow out a punch.
The airflow made a wailing cry under this blow, and the onlookers couldn't help but cover their ears.
The calm Feng Xue showed an unfathomable smile at the camera, and raised a finger without looking back...