I have a two world clock

Chapter 189
"You...what are you going to do?"

The white-clothed man lying on the ground looked terrified: "This is the capital, the most benign place, how dare you kill people..."

Li Haichuan stretched out his hands to grasp, and a suction force suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, grabbed the man in white clothes on the ground in the air, pinched his neck like a chicken: "I asked, you said, if you say a word more, I will strangle you to death! "

The man in white kicked his feet in the air and struggled uncontrollably: "Let me go! Let me go!"

Li Haichuan sighed, exerted force on his palm, cut off his neck with a "click", and threw it away casually: "Do you really think I'm joking?"

He kicked half of the car into the air, and the half of the car flew into the air and exploded in the air. Various parts, tires, and screws splashed in all directions, making a loud noise.

Pedestrians and cars along the way left in shock.

But more of them are courageous people, standing in the distance, turning on their mobile phones, and starting to record videos.

"Damn it! Cut the car in half with one knife, and kicked the car to pieces! We also have Superman in Xia Kingdom!"

"But this Superman killed people!"

"Then he's a superman who committed a crime!"

"Superman, you are paralyzed, can't you be a demon? How can there be such a fierce Superman?"

"Fuck! What do you think Superman is? You can be called Superman even if you are not fierce? Do you really think Superman is your gentle mother? The key point is that your mother is not necessarily gentle!"

Li Haichuan turned a blind eye to the surrounding vehicles and pedestrians. After kicking the car away, he strode towards the courtyard.

boom!
As soon as he walked to the gate, he heard a violent explosion sound from inside the gate. Accompanied by the loud noise, the gatehouse in front of him collapsed, bricks and stones splashed everywhere, and even the vermilion lacquered gate was blown to the direction by a powerful shock wave. Li Haichuan suddenly took a picture.

Li Haichuan reached out to shoot.

boom!
The flying door was smashed into pieces by him on the spot, and the sawdust splashed in all directions.

The gatehouse in front of him collapsed, revealing a messy scene in the courtyard.

All the rooms in the courtyard collapsed, and a big tree was also blown into two pieces. The big hole in the courtyard was covered with minced meat, and there were vaguely human eyes and ears.

"Good guy, you're so ruthless!"

Looking at the tragic situation in the courtyard, Li Haichuan couldn't help the corners of his eyes twitching a few times, put away the long knife, turned and left.

With such a big explosion, even Iron Man can survive. Even he, facing such a violent explosion, probably couldn't resist it, so he could only run away.

The corrosive mercenary team should be carrying extremely powerful small bombs. Just now, several guys were carrying tactical backpacks, which should be high explosives, and then detonated one after another in this house.

"Pitiful!"

Li Haichuan felt sympathetic: "This should have been taken over by one pot, and the family was wiped out! These international mercenaries are too cruel!"

These mercenaries acted so resolutely that they died directly with the people in the house, which greatly exceeded Li Haichuan's expectations.

He never thought that when he killed someone just now, he was three points faster than these mercenaries.

Li Haichuan originally wanted to go straight in, broke into the house, beheaded the man named Feng Jingting in public, and avenged his kidnapping of his wife.

Then the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road. As long as no one comes to trouble me in the future, this matter will be over.

But they didn't expect that these mercenaries acted so extreme, they shot at the door, threw grenades, and finally detonated several powerful bombs.

Although this house is huge, it is difficult for anyone to survive under such a powerful bomb.

"These mercenaries are so brilliant, it must be Xiaomu's fault!"

Li Haichuan walked out of the ruins, crossed the road, and returned to the lake not far away. He saw Li Mu sitting by the lake fishing, with a wooden sign beside him that read: No fishing!
I don't know where Li Mu got the fishing rod, the bucket, the mat, and even a sunshade. At this time, the old god was holding the fishing rod and laying on the lake.

Squatting next to him was an old man with a clear face. This old man was wearing a well-made Chinese tunic suit and had a beard half a foot long. He was squatting next to Li Mu's bucket, looking into the bucket.

When Li Haichuan came over, the old man looked at the bucket curiously and asked Li Mu, "Little brother, fishing is prohibited here!"

Li Mu said with a smile: "The country still prohibits murder and arson, so why do people still do this?"

The old man also said with a smile: "After all, there are still a small number of people. The vast majority of ordinary people still abide by the law."

Li Mu said, "None of my business! I'm just a fisherman!"

The old man said awkwardly: "Yes, yes, it really has nothing to do with you."

He squatted beside him and hesitated for a moment, before he said in a low voice: "Old Feng, I know a little bit about him. He must be credited, look, can you save his life?"

With a shake of Li Mu's hand, he lifted the fishing rod, and a fish broke through the water, twisting its body on the lake.

"Wind? The weather is pretty good today, don't you feel any wind?"

Li Mu picked off the fish, put it in the bucket, and turned to look at the old man: "What do you want the wind for?"

Li Mu took a look at the old man, and his body shook suddenly, his beard under his chin was broken inch by inch, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You want wind, don't you?"

Li Mu threw the hook back into the lake, and swiped with one hand in the air: "Then I will give you the wind!"

hum!
From his fingertips, a ray of golden light flowed out, and when he swiped his finger, this ray of golden light stayed in the air, and slowly condensed into a golden rune.

"Duh!"

Li Mu flicked the rune into the air, and it exploded suddenly, forming thousands of shattered golden lights: "The wind is coming!"

Woo!
The strong wind rose out of nowhere, swept across the lake, and blew the lake water into waves as high as a person, and then pulled the clouds within a radius of [-] miles, forming a huge tornado, making a rumbling noise, and blowing forward from the sky to the ground. The vegetation broke, the houses collapsed, and even the lake water and trees were sucked into the tornado, smashing into foam in an instant.

Nine-turn supernatural powers, call the wind and rain!
Li Mu's family-inspired Nine-Turn Yuan Kungfu is not only a magical skill to cultivate the body and refresh the mind, but also mixed with the one hundred and eight supernatural powers of Tiangang Disha.

Li Mu's previous cultivation base was insufficient, although he remembered many methods, it was difficult to understand them, so naturally he couldn't use them.

Now for some reason, I feel that after a period of memory was erased by someone in Queyue Mountain in the Great Yin Dynasty, both mana and physical strength have grown astonishingly.

At this time, the cultivation base completely surpassed the category of a golden core stage master. Under the cover of divine sense, everything within a radius of five hundred miles was within his perception, and even the slightest movements made by snakes, insects, rats and ants could not be hidden from him. perception.

The supernatural powers and methods recorded in his own animal skin book in the past suddenly became clear.

Which method can be used by himself, and which one is difficult to use now, is also very clear, just like he has used it before.

At this time, what he performed was the technique of exhaling the wind, using the characters of "wind" to mobilize the vitality of the heaven and the earth, so as to generate wind out of thin air, or it could be a tornado, or a hurricane, or a golden wind, or a fire phoenix, or a nine secluded wind. .

If this technique of exhaling the wind is cultivated to the extreme, it can blow the sky and the earth, shake ghosts and gods, move mountains and change mountains, blow the sun and stars, it is very amazing.

Li Mu's cultivation is not enough at this time, the five elements of wind, yang wind and yin wind, can't show it, let alone the legendary divine wind that can blow the sun and the moon.

But ordinary tornadoes, hurricanes and the like are nothing to worry about.

Since the old man wants wind, Li Mu will give him wind!

Rumble!
The strong wind swept across the ground, bulldozed everything along the way, crossed the street in a moment, and arrived at Feng's house, sucking all the corpses, minced meat, bricks, and trees into the tornado, smashing them to pieces.

The entire tornado turned blood red in an instant, becoming a bloody tornado.

"Is this wind enough?"

Li Mu looked at the tall and thin old man: "Not enough? Then do a few more!"

The runes on his fingertips flew out one after another, forming several small whirlwinds on the lake in an instant, and it was about to expand into a tornado.

"Enough! Enough!"

The thin and tall old man was terrified: "Don't! Don't! I can't stand this wind! Don't blow it again! It's my fault! It's my fault!"

He said to Li Mu: "Mr. Li, calm down! Mr. Li, calm down! This is Yanjing. With these winds blowing like you, the entire capital might be reduced to ruins!"

Li Mu held the fishing rod in his hand, and said calmly, "Don't you want some old style? If my style has been blowing for decades, it will naturally become an old style, and I will give it all to you at that time."

"No! No! I can't afford it!"

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "If you destroy the entire Yanjing City because of Lao Feng's unworthy descendants, then... this old Feng really deserves his death!"

Li Mu took a deep look at the old man: "This is the first time and the last time!"

He said to the old man: "If this kind of thing happens in the future, there will be no need for this capital city to exist."

The old man was sweating profusely: "I promise, there will never be a second time! Absolutely, absolutely, there will be no second time!"

(End of this chapter)