Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1745: Yan Luo is in hell
The true qi is being consumed at an astonishing speed. The yellow-brown mist can corrode the true qi. Liu Weian can only hold on with his profound skills. If he is an ordinary expert, the mist will penetrate the true qi in a few seconds. Corrupt flesh.
Bang, bang!
Liu Weian punched twice with lightning, knocking out the remaining two wanderers, and before the yellow-brown mist spread, he backed away from a safe distance, and said flatly to the night sky: "Don't make a fool of yourself Now that you have your eyes, show some real skills, otherwise, when I make a move, you will have no chance to make a move."
"Young man, it's a miracle that you can still survive with this kind of character." Poison Yama, wearing a colorful robe, fell from mid-air like a colorful cloud, with a pair of sharp eyes like knives.
"No wonder it's hidden, it looks really scary!" Liu Weian showed a disgusted expression.
Poison Yan Luo's eyes suddenly turned red. He is not good-looking, but he can't be called ugly. The reason why this face is scary now is because it was disfigured in the formation, and the founder of the formation is Liu Wei. An, Liu Wei'an is the culprit. Now, the culprit actually satirizes him face to face, which is unbearable.
"You look very angry!" Liu Wei'an apologized: "Sorry, it's wrong to judge people by their appearance, I apologize for my shallowness like you."
"Apologize now, it's too late!" Du Yanluo exuded a strong murderous intent, the temperature in the air dropped rapidly, his left hand suddenly went black, and in the blink of an eye, the left hand turned into a black hand, as black as ink, Scary black.
"What's wrong with your hands? Are you sick? I know a doctor, a surgical expert, who is good at massaging bone setting and treating bruises, especially the diseases on your hands. Judging by your appearance, it should be skin Questions, right? You sign up for me, so you don’t have to wait in line—” Liu Wei’an looked serious.
"Go to hell!" Du Yanluo couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped out a palm. In an instant, a giant black palm as big as a mountain covered half of the long street.
"The city lord dodges, the poisonous palm of Poison Yan Luo cannot be hardened--" Di Dao hurriedly reminded.
"Not good—" A thief not far away changed his face drastically. He didn't care to hide his figure and was eager to escape. Turning to black, this process is indescribably fast, and in a breath, a good person becomes black.
"Big loss—" Before the word "ha" could be said, the thief's consciousness dissipated and he died. There were more than a dozen other people who died together. These people had various goals in their arms, and the common point was that they were too close, just in the shadow of the huge black hand.
"It's still too young!" Seeing Liu Wei'an actually used his fist to catch the poisonous hand of Yan Luo, the old man in the straw hat couldn't help shaking his head, "Confidence is a good thing, if you are too confident, you become arrogant."
"You don't want to save it? Such a genius, it's a pity to die!" the beggar said.
"How many geniuses are there in this world? Some geniuses are worth saving, and some geniuses can't be saved twice if they can be saved once. Character determines the future." While speaking, the huge black hand collided with the thunderous fist. Judging from the volume, Liu Weian's fist was like a small ant, but the result of the collision surprised everyone.
After an earth-shattering loud noise, Liu Weian kept on lifting, while the mountain-like giant hand was torn apart. This scene stunned everyone.
In a head-on confrontation, Du Yanluo actually lost to Liu Weian. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, everyone would not believe it.
"Poison Yan Luo, did you release the water?" Pei Yongji couldn't help but said, he couldn't believe that the famous Poison Yan Luo would not be Liu Wei'an's opponent.
"It's not for this reason. One is that Liu Weian is really strong, and he catches up with the older generation. The second reason is that Poison Yan Luo specializes in poison, and his internal strength is not outstanding." Luo Wuyan explained.
"Look at Liu Wei'an is a fist." Yang Shisanlang said suddenly, Pei Yongji and Luo Wuyan took a closer look and gasped.
It is difficult for ordinary people to have a correct description of whether the lightning is silver or another color, but it is definitely not black. The entire forearm turned black, comparable in pitch to Poison Yama's hand.
"Poisoned!" Pei Yongji's tone was filled with an imperceptible lightness, and the solemnity on his face faded away.
"Liu Wei'an is too proud, it's a pity that he dared to take the poisonous palm of Poison Yan Luo." Luo Wuyan stared closely at Liu Wei'an's fist. The faster speed spreads towards the upper arms and shoulders.
"Is there an antidote to Poison Yama's toxin?" Yang Shisanlang asked.
"No solution!" Pei Yongji and Luo Wuyan said at the same time.
The blackness quickly spread to Liu Wei'an's neck, and it was divided into two directions, one direction went towards the head, and the other direction went down, swallowing the body.
"City Lord—" Scalper and Stone Niu rushed over, their faces full of anxiety and worry.
"Don't get close!" Di Dao reminded loudly, but only stopped the scalper. When Shi Niu heard the reminder, he had already rushed to Liu Weian's side, and stopped three meters away. He hesitated whether to retreat. But at this moment, a horrible thing happened, his body suddenly turned black, within a few breaths, the whole person turned black, as black as ink.
Wow--
The stone ox turned into a stream of sewage and flowed on the ground, leaving no flesh, bones or fur, only a puddle of sewage.
"Stone cow!" The scalper was shocked and angry.
"Don't get close!" Di Dao shouted loudly, and the scalper took a step and stopped quickly. The rest of the peace fighters stayed where they were and did not dare to move. This was the first time they had witnessed such a terrible poison.
"How is this thing broken?" Zhang Wuhe looked at Liu Wei'an worriedly.
"No solution!" Di Dao spat out two words.
"There is nothing unsolvable in the world." Zhang Wuhe didn't believe it.
"So far, no one has been able to decipher the poison of Poison Yama." Di Dao's voice was very low, "The main body of the city is unusually strong, and it may be able to create miracles."
"He's a freak, he can't die." Zhang Wuhe seemed to be speaking to the Pingan Army, but also to himself. Liu Wei'an's condition is very bad at the moment, the black that spreads down quickly passed his chest, and then slowed down when he reached the dantian of his abdomen, the upward black has flooded his five sense organs, only the center of his eyebrows is still in normal color, Liu Wei'an The whole person looked very strange, maintaining a boxing posture, motionless.
One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed...
A quarter of an hour passed...
Liu Wei'an is still alive, not dead, and the dantian and eyebrows are still not covered by black. Obviously, Liu Wei'an is still persisting.
"I have to admit that Liu Wei'an is indeed a very outstanding talent among the younger generation." Pei Yongji sighed, such an opponent is his luck and his misfortune.
Competing and promoting each other is a healthy development. If the opponent's strength is too strong and crushes the peers, then the competition of others is a joke.
"To be able to persevere under the poison of Poison Yama for so long is impossible for the older generations." He is invincible, and many people turn pale when they talk about him. So far, none of his opponents has survived.
"Something is wrong!" Yang Shisanlang said suddenly.
"If Liu Wei'an does not die, he will become a great weapon." Pei Yongji's tone was a little complicated. The longer Liu Wei'an persisted, the greater his potential. The greater Liu Wei'an's potential, the greater the threat to others. including himself.
"I'm not talking about Liu Wei'an, I'm talking about Poison Yanluo." Yang Shisanlang said.
"Huh?" Luo Wuyan looked at Poison Yan Luo with lightning, and when he saw it, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his mind went blank.
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"Poison Yama is dead!" The beggar suddenly sat up straight, shocked!
"What? Dead? Really dead!" The old man in the straw hat stood up abruptly, and got up so fast that the straw hat was crooked. He didn't realize it, and half of his face was exposed, which was extremely terrifying.
"When did you die?" The beggar couldn't help being shocked, he just sat on the side and watched, but he didn't realize when Du Yanluo died.
"How did you die?" The straw hat old man was no less shocked than a beggar~IndoMTL.com~ The two claimed to be rare masters in the world, and every move around them could not escape their eyes. , two people stared at a battle at the same time, one of them died, and they didn't notice it at all. Is there anything more absurd than this in the world?
No, it's not absurd, it's weird.
If it wasn't for Du Yanluo standing still for too long, which didn't suit his style of doing things, neither of them had any doubts yet. Based on their strength and vision, they didn't realize that someone died before their eyes. This is a serious challenge to the strength of the two of them. Besides, the one who died was Poison Yan Luo. It is unbelievable that no one would know when such a master died.
The two immediately replayed the scene where Liu Weian and Poison Yan Luo fought.
"That wisp of fluctuation!" The beggar and the old man in the straw hat said in unison. At the moment when Liu Wei'an's fist collided with the giant palm, a wisp of undetectable fluctuation flashed away, because it was mixed in the storm, No one paid attention at all, and even if they noticed, they would only think that it was caused by the collision, and would not suspect anything else at all. It was this abnormal fluctuation that killed Poison Yama, and killed him with one blow.
"The mind and soul are broken, but the body is unharmed. This is a spiritual attack!" said the old man with the straw hat.
"Young people now!" The beggar's face was no longer calm like before, he was caught off guard and suddenly launched a soul attack, who can bear it? It was still at the moment of a collision with all its strength, Poison Yan Luo had criss-crossed the mainland for decades, and he had gone through countless vicious battles, big and small, but he capsized at the hands of Liu Wei'an.
Beggar, as a contemporary of Poison Yan Luo, felt somewhat sad when a rabbit died and a fox died. Suddenly, his eyes shrank, and the blackness on Liu Weian's body shrank.