A muffled sound and a bone-breaking sounded at the same time. Wu Qiang rushed forward quickly and retreated faster. He was still in the air and vomited a bloody mouth.
"Qian'er!" Wu Sen exclaimed, his figure flashed and rushed to Wu Qiang's body, hugged him who was flying backwards, and said anxiously: "Qian'er, how are you?"
"Kill..." Wu Qiang ignored Wu Sen at all, and ignored the injuries on his body. He waved his arms, stood up from Wu Sen's arms, clenched his fists again and rushed towards Zhao Chen.
At this time, Wu Qiang had completely lost his mind by hatred. He was full of evil and was no different from a wild beast. Even the most basic judgment ability was lacking.
"not good!"
When he saw Wu Qiang's actions, Wu Sen's face changed drastically. He dared not hesitate at all, so he rushed over.
"Get out of here." As soon as Wu Qiang rushed to Zhao Chen, Zhao Chen raised his foot and kicked him again.
"Go to die."
Wu Qiang did not avoid Zhao Chen's kick, but instead roared with his right fist and hit him.
"Bang……"
The fists and feet were instantly hit together, and a huge impact force hit the two of them at the same time. The sofa where Zhao Chen was sitting was shrunk half a meter away, while Wu Qiang was shrunk several meters away.
"Kill my grandson and hurt my son, little beast, I will tear you apart." Wu Sen rushed to Zhao Chen and, while Zhao Chen had not stabilized, his iron fist was like the wind, and he looked at his head.
Hit it over.
"Old Zamao, you are not qualified." Zhao Chen snorted coldly, and a powerful aura erupted from his body. His whole body jumped up from the sofa, with lightning, his feet like the wind,
Then Wu Sen kicked it one after another.
Feeling the sudden aura from Zhao Chen and the sudden surge of Zhao Chen, Wu Sen's face changed drastically. The fists that hit Zhao Chen were immediately retracted and protected his chest.
"Bang bang bang..."
Zhao Chen's feet turned into two strong winds, and kept kicking Wu Sen's hands protecting his chest. Each stroke made his body retreat backward. After nearly ten steps in a row, Wu Sen's face turned
It turned pale, and a wisp of blood came out of the corner of his mouth.
"Get out..."
Seeing that Zhao Chen's attacking momentum had almost disappeared, Wu Sen roared, and his hands that were protecting his chest suddenly waved forward, blasting towards Zhao Chen's feet that were kicking again.
Zhao Chen took advantage of the force of his attack and jumped backwards and stood firm a few meters away.
Wu Sen also retreated to the window under Zhao Chen's continuous attacks, and then stopped. However, as soon as he stopped, he said anxiously to Wu Qiansheng beside him: "Qian'er, go quickly,
We have been fooled. This little bastard is not a high-level Xuan Realm, but a peak of Xuan Realm….”
Although Wu Sen is also a high-level Xuan Realm and is only one level away from the peak of Xuan Realm, he understands the huge gap between this level. Not to mention him and Wu Qiang, even if he and Wu Qiang come two more, they may not be able to deal with it.
If you get a peak of Xuan Realm, otherwise the peak of Xuan Realm would not be called a master.
"He killed my son. Today, either he died or I died." Wu Qiang ignored Wu Sen's reminder at all. He waved his fist again and rushed towards Zhao Chen like a wild beast.
"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you." Zhao Chen's face showed a blood-devouring smile. Seeing this, Wu Sen's heart trembled and shouted hysterically: "Little bastard, you must dare to hurt my son, I and you
Never die..."
While speaking, he grabbed a chair next to him and smashed it to Zhao Chen.
Zhao Chen dodged slightly to the side and dodged the chair. The next moment, Wu Qiang rushed to him and smashed his fist into his chest.
Zhao Chen was not panicked, and even showed a look of disdain on his face. Wu Qiang was not a mid-level warrior in the Xuan Realm. For ordinary people, he was very powerful. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were supermans, but he was at the peak of this Xuan Realm. In front of the warrior, nothing counts.
With just the speed, Zhao Chen was several times faster than him.
Just as Wu Qiang's fist was about to hit Zhao Chen's body, Zhao Chen's hand-in-chief Xuansnake poked out along his fist, grabbed his wrist firmly and twisted it to the side.
"Click!"
With a crisp sound, Wu Qiang's wrists bent in a strange shape.
"ah……"
The severe pain from his wrist made Wu Qiang scream in squeak. Then, Zhao Chen poked his other hand towards his neck.
"Little beast, if you don't want your woman to die, stop immediately!"
Wu Sen suddenly stood by the window and shouted at Zhao Chen, and there was a woman in a gold-collar professional suit in front of him. At this time, his right hand, whose veins were soaring, was tightly pinching the woman's right hand. On the neck, the woman's face was also red due to poor breathing.
He pinched Wu Qiang's neck so that Wu Qiang could no longer move. Zhao Chen looked at Wu Sen with a gloomy face and said, "You'd better let her go immediately, otherwise I promise you will regret it."
"Repent?" Wu Sen laughed and said, "You actually said I regret it, little beast, now your woman is in my hands, you actually said I regret it, don't tell me that you don't care about her. We have investigated you a long time ago. However, although you don’t have many friends, you can even say that you have very little friends, but you care very much about the people around you, let alone your women.”
As he said that, Wu Sen's face darkened and he said in a gloomy voice: "I'll say it again, let my son go quickly, otherwise you will be ready to collect the body of your woman."
While speaking, Wu Sen exerted force on his hand, and Hong Qingfeng opened her mouth and could no longer breathe. Her tongue couldn't help but vomited out, and her face turned pale.
Zhao Chen's heart sank and shouted angrily: "Stop."
"Let me go." Wu Sen twisted his face and sternly said: "If you don't let go of my son, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Little bastard, why don't you let me go." Wu Qiang looked at Zhao Chen with a grim smile. "If you don't let me go, you will be separated from your woman's yin and yang, haha..."
"Zhao Chen, don't worry about me. Anyway, my relatives are gone. I'm tired even though I'm alive alone. I've long wanted to go down and accompany them..." Hong Qingfeng looked at Zhao Chen, and there was no sign of anxiety on her face, but instead showed her eyes. The color of liberation.
"Stinky**, since you want to die, I will fulfill you." Wu Sen's face was ferocious. With the hand that pinched Hong Qingfeng's neck, Hong Qingfeng's voice stopped abruptly and could no longer say a word. .
"Damn it, stop me." Zhao Chen was anxious, and at the same time, his hands were pressed, Wu Qiang's neck tightened, and his laughter became a series of horrors. His mouth opened and his hands were waving in panic.