Chapter 33 The Monk
"Pfft..." Blood gushed like a thread, and Leng Xiaoman's body was kicked into a deep valley like an arrow from the string.

The middle-aged man's face was full of anger, he walked to Cao Dezhu's side, stretched out his hand, and he was out of breath!

The guarantor died, died before his eyes!And he couldn't stop it!

In the dark night, the middle-aged man's eyes turned red and he stared fiercely. Cao Dezhu's death was secondary, but the girl's provocation to him was what he could not tolerate the most.

When did someone dare to provoke yourself like this?
He turned around and poured out his hatred on Xiao San and the others.His body exploded like a ghost, and within a few breaths he was beside Xiao San and the others.

"Die." He waved his palm, and there was a shocking pale white ripple in his palm, and the wind passed by his palm, and corpses were everywhere.

Xiao San and his gang couldn't see anything in the dark night, and before they could find anything, they were beaten to death with a slap.

Leng Xiaoman was thrown into the deep bush, but he did not die.

Her body is very strong, as early as those years in the warrior world, she was subjected to hammer training every day, and she was covered with iron plates and steel bones, but this time it was very different, she was seriously injured instead of dying.

The strike of the middle-aged man was invincible.That kind of power is simply beyond human ability.At least a thousand catties of crit strength.

Leng Xiaoman hurriedly got up, not daring to fight in the slightest.This time hit a snag, she is not the opponent.

He was able to kill Cao Dezhu before because the middle-aged man underestimated his enemy. This time he realized that he would not be able to take advantage at all.

The distance between her and the middle-aged man is just like the distance between Xiao San and her.Even middle-aged people are scarier than she imagined.

"Aren't you dead yet?" Leng Xiaoman endured the severe pain and ran a few steps, and a moderate voice sounded behind him, trying to suppress the tone of anger.

It's a middle-aged man, has he still caught up?

Leng Xiaoman took a deep breath and began to calm down.

"Who are you?" Leng Xiaoman frowned. She was very curious. Even some big killers in the mercenary world probably didn't have such methods.

Just now she clearly saw fluctuations like the legendary Qigong, which was unbelievable.

After being in the mercenary world for so long, what kind of opponents have not seen many masters?It's never been this weird.

The middle-aged man suddenly flipped in the air, like a pigeon leaping. In Leng Xiaoman's astonishment, he soared up on the tree trunk, and then stood alone against the fork where Leng Xiaoman wanted to escape.

"Ordinary people who have seen this kind of movement are dead. You let me lose face today. You are simply insulting monks. You dare to kill people in front of me, and you succeeded. If it spreads in the future, what face do I have to stand on?" ?”

The middle-aged man was very angry, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, his whole body was awe-inspiring, and a burst of strength burst out invisible.

His eyes are very strange in the dark night, and he can actually see everything clearly without using any tools. You know, in this deep bush, the night is like ink, and no matter how good your eyes are, you can't see anything, but he can come and go freely.

The night clearly had no effect on him.

Leng Xiaoman was able to see clearly because of the infrared equipment.

"Are you a monk?" Leng Xiaoman asked suspiciously, she didn't understand monks.She had to get out of this man's sight quickly.

The middle-aged man waved his sleeve lightly, and with a strange sound, the branches and leaves on the ground suddenly floated up strangely, standing upright like a blade.

Around these leaves, a layer of faint subtle fluctuations appeared, flowing with strange brilliance.

(End of this chapter)

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