Legend of the Evil God Chapter 43: I hit your server

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As I called, familiar and unfamiliar feelings came to my heart. How long... I haven't used Cthulhu for a long time, it seems... It's been a century!

With a light turn of my wrist, Cthulhu Slash appeared in my hand proficiently, slowly lowered my head, and looked at Cthulhu Slash with determination, secretly feeling, suddenly... I don’t know if it’s my illusion. The silver light flashed fiercely on the silver spar, and at the same time...the monstrous murderous aura, and the boundless resentment, centered on the blade, spread violently.

I was hit by murderous aura and resentment, and my spirit suddenly increased to an unimaginable height. At the same time...My body trembled violently, and my strength surged wildly, and it turned into a frenzy. Status, it seems...Feng Yinglong is also unlucky enough. Using Cthulhu Slash, the probability of being able to go into madness is not high. After 100 times, it may appear once or twice, but Feng Yinglong is unlucky enough to catch up. One of those times!

Huh...huh...huh...

A whistling sound resounded beside me, but this time, it was no longer Feng Yinglong that formed the wind, but I, to be precise, the whistling of Cthulhu, the formation of murderous intent. Howling!

At the same time, Feng Yinglong felt incomparable fear. The cold, unimaginable murderous aura, surging from the opponent's body, was the first time he felt such a strong murderous aura. ...The mind couldn't help but a burst of turmoil, and the uneasy emotions could not help but rise.

Feeling the explosive power of my body, feeling the thirst of Cthulhu’s thirst, I couldn’t help but screamed up to the sky, and shouted at Feng Yinglong: "Come on... I will let you see what It's called speed!"

Feng Yinglong did not answer. He had resisted for a long time, but he found helplessly that resistance was useless, and his murderous aura quickly corroded his spirit. If he didn't do anything, he was afraid that he would never do it. Up!

Feng Yinglong gritted his teeth, and Feng Yinglong's body leaned back again. The next moment...the third form of the rising dragon sword, continued to use it, and the sound of Feng Yinglong's whistling sound when he ran fast was heard on the court again.

My eyes opened sharply, and I clearly saw Feng Yinglong running towards me in a slow motion. After entering a frenzied state, my true energy power was also doubled and turned into The effect of static is even more powerful. At the speed of Fengyinglong, it turns into slow motion. It can be seen that as my internal strength deepens, my movement into meditation will become more and more powerful!

I smiled slightly and saw Feng Yinglong's course of action. I shook it fiercely. At the same time when most people only felt a blur in front of their eyes, my body had already jumped out, leaning towards Feng Yinglong quickly!

Hah!

Feng Yinglong was sprinting at the high speed he was most familiar with. Suddenly... there was a flower in front of him, and a cold light flashed, only feeling a light in his hand, the next moment... a fist flicked strangely in front of him. The next moment...Feng Yinglong flew up with a puzzled face, until then, he had no idea what happened!

Huh!

The audience all jumped up. In their eyes, Leng Mo was divided into three, one Leng Mo was still standing there, and the other Leng Mo was fiercely brandishing the sword in Feng Yinglong's hand. Baojian, as for the third Leng Mo, was punching Feng Yinglong's nose with a vicious punch, knocking him out.

Just when all the audience were in a panic, these three figures slowly faded. The next moment...Leng Mo's figure suddenly appeared thirty meters away, where Feng Yinglong's body had fallen. A fierce uppercut hit the chin of Feng Yinglong, who was falling from the sky.

Boom!

Feng Yinglong was knocked into the air again amid the violent roar, and at the same time... another Lengmo appeared in the air, his body tumbling fiercely, gathering the power of his whole body, and kicking On Feng Yinglong's nose, suddenly... Feng Yinglong's body once again fell to the ground at a faster speed, raising his face to the sky.

The third Leng Mo immediately appeared on the ground, his right leg bent slightly, his right knee lifted sharply, and a violent knee hit, directly hitting Feng Yinglong’s lower waist, with a snapping joint, although not The wind responded to the dragon's spine, but he yelled on the spot because of pain.

Everything is far from over. When Feng Yinglong’s body painfully fell to only two or three meters above the ground, the next Leng Mo appeared again, waving his hands frantically, one by one fireballs from his The hands alternately blasted out, and suddenly...the dense explosion sounded quickly around Feng Yinglong's body. The huge explosive force just threw Feng Yinglong's body up, and it couldn't fall to the ground.

It lasted for more than ten seconds. Dozens of fireballs have exploded continuously on Feng Yinglong's body. Although vindictiveness can protect his internal organs from harm and skin and flesh from loss, but... vindictiveness cannot protect him. Hair, can't protect his clothes, for a moment... The wind should be in a panic situation, which is worse than the most desolate beggar on the street.

Feng Yinglong's mind has been in a mess, and he is completely unable to organize a clear thought. So far, he has been completely knocked out by the continuous blows.

Like Leng Mo, although vindictiveness can protect Feng Yinglong’s skin, tissues, internal organs, etc. from harm, but... when it is hit by shocks, shocks, and energy shocks, there is still pain. The pain is inevitable as if the bullet jacket is hit by a shot.

Continuous head attacks have blurred Feng Yinglong's mind. He knew very well that if this continues, he will be beaten into a swollen pig's head!

Thinking of this... the wind ying and the dragon screamed fiercely, and the golden light shot all over his body, and his body began to spin violently. A violent golden storm instantly formed around his body.

Faced with the violent Feng Yinglong, I did not continue to attack. I could clearly feel that the energy contained in this hurricane was too great, and it was definitely not fun to hit it.

Waiting patiently, when Feng Yinglong's body turned fiercely for several weeks, and finally successfully cut off the opponent's attack company, his body circled again and fell to the ground.

Just about to roar up to the sky, suddenly...Leng Mo appeared strangely in front of him again, the Cthulhu Slash in his hand was gone, and his right fist struck his nose.

For a sudden, Feng Yinglong didn’t understand at all. Why did the other party abandon Cthulhu and use his fist to deal with him. As he thought about it, Feng Yinglong tilted his head agilely and let it pass. fist!

But the next moment...the piercing pain rose from the abdomen. When I looked down...Leng Mozheng made an accurate liver punch and hit his liver. Although he was protected by vindictive energy, Leng Mo Na was extremely extreme. The cohesive vindictiveness still had a huge impact on his liver, and the pain was simply unacceptable!

Bend down uncontrollably. This is not what he wants, but... his nerves automatically make the body react like this, and at the same time... to dissolve the power on the opponent's fist!

Just when Feng Yinglong's body bends to nearly 90 degrees, suddenly...the whistling noise rang in his ears, and when he turned his head in horror, a fist was getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes. ,getting bigger!

Boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! Bang...

As Leng Mo’s left-hand flat uppercut accurately hit Feng Yinglong’s temple, the stormy continuous strikes began. After the left-hand flat-hook, the right-hand flat-hook was followed by a liver attack in the abdomen. Then came the sharp uppercut. When Feng Yinglong's body slammed back, but stubbornly came back, what greeted him was a super heavy punch-a straight punch with his right hand!

The violent blow continued in the arena. The stormy attack lasted for more than ten minutes. When Leng Mo finally stopped, Feng Yinglong, whose body lost its support, looked like a pile of mud. Same, limp in the ring!

Slowly walked to Feng Yinglong’s side, Leng Mo grabbed Feng Yinglong’s collar, and in a blur, Feng Yinglong heard Leng Mo say, “This is called speed. ?"

At this moment, Feng Yinglong finally understood why Leng Mo abandoned his knife and didn't use it. If he uses a knife, how can such a rapid and continuous high-frequency attack be formed!