Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 248 Home field advantage, fighting in turns (additional update 1720)

Murderous aura, the entire Changgu Building is filled with murderous aura.

This murderous aura woke up a taxi driver who drove to Xun'an overnight. He was catching up on his sleep, but at this moment he suddenly sat up from the bed.

He took out a dagger from the bag on the bedside table and quickly rushed to the balcony.

Opened the window and climbed out.

This is the twelfth floor, so he certainly doesn't want to jump off.

Holding the wall brick with his left hand, his whole body hung on the outer wall of Changgu Building like a gecko.

The source of the murderous intent was on the tenth floor. He now had two choices.

One, leave directly.

Second, go to the tenth floor and take a look.

Three, stop that person.

The bloody smell downstairs is very light, but the distribution is very even, which shows that every time the opponent makes a move, he kills with one blow, and he kills indiscriminately, not sparing anyone in the Changgu Building.

This way of killing reminded him of the natives of the martial arts world mentioned in the forum.

"Am I going to stop a brutal killing?"

The answer is yes. Xia people have carried a sense of mission from ancient times to the present.

Either Jing Ke assassinated the Qin Dynasty, or Su Wu herded sheep, or Wu Hou restored the Han Dynasty.

If you know you can do it, do it; if you know you can't do it, do it.

Zhou Lang sent a message to the group and started his own actions.

If he had been slower for a second, that person would have killed one more person. Zhou Lang chose to break in through the window and make a majestic appearance in the last room on the east side of the tenth floor.

There was a man and a woman living in the tenants. After they saw Zhou Lang, blood suddenly spurted out from their necks, covering his face.

With his vision blurred, Zhou Lang reacted quickly and jumped back to avoid a possible attack.

After being alert for a long time, he found nothing.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was his breathing.

"No, someone must have taken action."

Just as he was thinking this, Zhou Lang heard the sound of breaking through the air on the right. He quickly avoided it. The next moment, the floor tiles where he was originally standing shattered.

"It turns out to be invisibility."

"Little tricks."

Zhou Lang assumed the starting position of the Vajra Arhat Fist and fell into trance on the spot.

After entering concentration, the mind is like a flat lake.

What moves my heart is an external object.

The "awareness" of Buddhism is more powerful than eyes and ears. Not to mention invisibility, even more metaphysical things cannot escape the perception of the awakened person.

The outline exuding murderous intent was gradually outlined in Zhou Lang's mind.

He threw the dagger to force the man to move, and then quickly hit the man with a horse step and whip, revealing his figure.

If this person was really a warrior, Zhou Lang would have the upper hand, but his mistake was that he mistook this person for a warrior.

The immortal cultivator who was hit by the punch became a little angry. He directly summoned a fireball with a diameter of two meters and threw it at Zhou Lang.

The fireball almost filled the space, and its speed was very fast. In a hurry, Zhou Lang could only stand up against the hard frame of dead trees and resist it head-on, while at the same time gathering all his internal strength to protect his body surface.

Fireball has two stages of damage, one is burning and the other is explosion.

The fireball failed to ignite Zhou Lang, but the heat wave from the subsequent explosion caused Zhou Lang to collapse out of the room and roll down the balcony.

Zhou Lang, who was free falling in the air, did not lose consciousness, but he had very little internal strength, and his ankle was injured, so he could not use Qing Kung Fu.

If it goes on like this...

"Uncle Yanqing?"

It was like a flying swallow came from the sky and held up Zhou Lang who was falling.

He glanced at the swallow vaguely. It looked familiar, as if he had seen it on the phone...

"Li Kui?"

"My name is Chu Suisui."

In reality, she doesn't dare to let others call her aunt.

After all, there is still some girlish shyness.

Putting his uncle safely on the ground, Chu Suisui raised his head and looked at the tenth floor where black smoke was coming out. "Don't go..." Zhou Lang pulled her sleeve.

"That person is in the realm of seeing mountains."

"Me too."

"He kills people."

"Don't worry." Chu Suisui broke away from Zhou Lang, stepped on the outer wall of Changgu Building, and went straight to the tenth floor.

"I've done martial arts."

People who have experienced the baptism of martial arts are completely different from those who have not experienced the baptism of martial arts.

Martial arts competitions will not transform people, they will only awaken them.

Arriving at the room with black smoke, Chu Suisui threw two butterfly darts with his hands. It didn't matter whether they hit anyone or not, the key was to use his momentum.

Once the momentum is unleashed, the enemy has only one way to escape.

As soon as Chu Suisui came in, a black figure ran out from the door of the guest room.

"Ha, he is really afraid of me!"

When he ran away, Chu would chase him every year.

I chased him out of the guest room and into the corridor. I chased him back and forth, but suddenly the man stopped running.

He turned his head [-] degrees and spit out a long tongue that rolled up to his chin.

"Damn it, ghost!"

Chu Suisui felt scared, so he drew out a six-inch butterfly dagger and slashed directly at the ghost in front of him.

Get rid of the things you are afraid of, and you won’t have to be afraid anymore!

The butterfly dagger passed directly through the thing that seemed to be a ghost, without causing any damage, but the sword energy on the sword tore him apart and hurt.

After a miserable scream, he turned into a puff of white smoke and dispersed.

"Huh..." Chu Suisui's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Someone thoughtfully handed her a handkerchief.

Chu Suisui took it smoothly, "Thank you..."

A cold wind came from the handkerchief, causing goosebumps all over Chu Suisui's body. She felt something was wrong and looked sideways.

Only then did he realize that the "person" who handed over the handkerchief was half stuck in the wall.

"Damn it, it's still a ghost!"

In an instant, Chu Suisui used thirty-three swords and chopped the handkerchief into more than a hundred pieces.

As for the ghost holding the handkerchief, he has naturally been saved smoothly.

At this moment, the corridor, which had always been a bit cold, suddenly warmed up and then became scorching hot.

Two big fireballs filling the corridor came rolling in!

Chu Suisui realized at this time that the former ghost fled and used the cover to lure the enemy, while the latter ghost appeared suddenly just to keep people alive.

Fireball is the ultimate move!

Someone hiding in the corner of the corridor showed a cruel smile.

A first-level high-grade fireball talisman, a fireball technique performed by him personally. Even if the Qi refining period is complete and there is no protective magic weapon, he will be blown to death by this blow.

[So-called martial arts are vulnerable in your eyes. These people are at best equivalent to body-refining monks. How powerful can they be? 】

[You haven’t left, you plan to kill all those who know martial arts here, and train their souls into ghost generals, which can also help you seize an opportunity in the early stage of spiritual energy recovery]

It took a long time for the fire to extinguish, and the walls and ground basically disappeared.

However, in the center where the two fireballs collided, there was a giant white cocoon suspended.

Oh...not levitation.

It's because there are wings flapping in the giant cocoon and life is rhythmic.

God's will - emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly!

Break the cocoon into clothes, turn dreams into butterflies.

Yu Bai stepped out of the ashes, allowing the short girl to put on the princess's glass slippers.

The scars on her face had fallen off when she emerged from the cocoon, and turned into thin fleshy wings that were crystal clear in the night, allowing her to fly high.

Chu Suisui, she may not like practicing martial arts.

But she must like change.

"Auntie, I'm here to kill you, this ghost-raising loser!"

(End of this chapter)