Talented Genius

Chapter 518 Wolverine, Death

Wolverine blocked subconsciously, and his left hand rushed towards the fist.

The palm of the fist hit in mid-air, and a muffled sound exploded.

A force of power poured into the palm of his hand instantly, his entire arm and body shook, and Wolverine took two steps back.

Ye Tianlong's dominance first stunned Tu Feiguang. He didn't expect Ye Tianlong to lose Wolverine, and then shouted loudly:

"Master, destroy him."

Wolverine still didn't have the slightest expression, rubbed his palms and sneered coldly, his body bowed and his legs snapped to the ground.

His body is like running a cannonball, rushing directly to Ye Tianlong, who is only three meters apart, with a clear goal to take Ye Tianlong's head.

Lin Chenxue trembled, and subconsciously shouted: "Tianlong, be careful."

The oriole was also a little worried, because Wolverine's momentum was amazing.

Tu Feiguang and a few Orientals had fiery eyes, with a different kind of madness in their eyes.

"flutter!"

Ye Tianlong, who was tepid but never fell, calmly stretched out his left hand to block Wolverine's hand blade, and resolved the left foot kicked by the opponent.

At this moment, Tu Fei's eyes rolled around, grabbing Lin Chenxue to the railing and knocking again, unsuspecting Lin Chenxue snorted:

"what--"

Lin Chenxue abruptly stopped the pain as soon as the muffled hum, she knew the sinister intentions of Tu Feiguang.

It's just that although she resisted the cry of grief, she still affected Ye Tianlong, and his body trembled.

Wolverine, who was facing Ye Tianlong, clearly felt that Ye Tianlong's power was weakened.

"call!"

At this moment, Wolverine flipped his hands and grabbed Ye Tianlong's wrist, his crotch suddenly rotated.

A fierce force was transmitted from the crotch to the arms.

Wolverine slammed Ye Tianlong to a corner where the canvas was piled up.

The speed was so fast that Ye Tianlong couldn't dodge it at all.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the piled canvas was hit hard by Ye Tianlong's body and rolled down with a crash.

When everyone felt the floor shook, Ye Tianlong's slender body fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to feel the pain and turned over.

Then, he kicked on the spot, his body like an ape, jumping out with a rope.

Ye Tianlong's legs suddenly whizzed into the wind, and he twisted to Wolverine's neck mercilessly.

Wolverine sneered, bent over, turned his head, and Ye Tianlong's legs dreadfully rubbed his ears, leaving a red trace.

"Snapped!"

Tu Feiguang laughed again, worrying about knocking Lin Chenxue's head, this time he slapped him directly, clearly and loudly:

"Ye Tianlong, your woman was bullied by me again."

Lin Chenxue resisted the yelling, but there were tears in her eyes, not because of pain, but because of heartfelt love for Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong's movements stagnated slightly, Wolverine took the opportunity to catch Ye Tianlong's smashed leg, and his left leg slammed to the side.

A side kick hit Ye Tianlong who was hanging in the air.

Ye Tianlong let go of the rope of the sail with both hands, and put both hands on Wolverine's shoulders and threw them away.

"call!"

Wolverine kicked and slid out without stopping, and then blasted another punch with his left hand. [Zero↑9△small↓say△net]

Rolling Thunder.

This punch was fast, fierce, and violent. Ye Tianlong could not evade, so he could only cross his hands to block.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, Ye Tianlong snorted, his body smashed into a water storage bucket, the bucket shattered, and Ye Tianlong's whole body was wet and wet.

There was still a bloodshot from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Chenxue shouted: "Ye Tianlong!"

With tears in her eyes, she never expected that she would become Ye Tianlong's weakness.

She was both happy and angry. Joy was her weight in Ye Tianlong's heart, and her anger was her incompetence.

Ye Tianlong looked up at Lin Chenxue and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Wolverine said coldly: "I said you are determined to lose, that is to say."

There was a joke at the corner of his mouth: "Ye Tianlong, I always thought you were the strong, but I didn't expect that you were confused for a woman."

"I thought that this battle would take at least a hundred rounds to kill you. It seems that at most three rounds can be over."

Ye Tianlong exhaled a long breath, straightened his back and hummed: "I haven't lost yet."

Tu Feiguang and the others shouted: "Master, crit him, crit him."

At this moment, no one noticed that the oriole was no longer where it was...

"Roar!"

Wolverine stopped talking nonsense, and roared abruptly, his eyes flashed with two blood-red essence, and his body turned into an afterimage forward charge.

At the same time, the fists bombarded like a cannonball.

Speed, strength, unparalleled.

Wolverine must quickly lay the ground for victory, lest the police kill a good thing.

Ye Tianlong spit out a mouthful of blood, his speed increased by two points, and his fist was instantly shot.

"Bang bang bang..."

The two sides confronted each other again, with four punches facing each other without any gorgeous tricks. The two collided with speed and strength, and their fists flew again and again.

There was a violent explosion from the deck, like thunder on a rainy day, resounding through everyone's ears.

The shadows of the boxing were all over the sky, and it was difficult to capture the speed of the two punches with the naked eye.

Tu Feiguang secretly cried out Ye Tianlong's domineering, and at the same time, he wanted to later abuse Lin Chenxue to make Ye Tianlong completely collapse.

Lin Chenxue's eyes also focused on Ye Tianlong, her palms were sweating invisibly, and she seemed to be worried about Ye Tianlong being hurt by the other party.

Wolverine became more fierce as he fought, and Ye Tianlong shot faster and faster.

Although Ye Tianlong had been injured, no matter how powerful Wolverine was in the first battle, Ye Tianlong could still support it hard.

"Wow!"

Wolverine was obviously a little bored, his eyes were blood red instantly, his fist struck him hard, and a sharp knife suddenly appeared on his right foot.

On one side of his body, he was like a golden hook hanging upside down, ruthlessly drawn towards Ye Tianlong's body.

Lin Chenxue couldn't help exclaiming: "Be careful!"

This foot was so fast that Ye Tianlong had no time to hide, and no place to hide. With a sharp knife stabbing, he began to draw from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

Everyone can feel that fierceness and brutality.

"what--"

Ye Tianlong screamed, turned over, trembling on the ground, still spouting a mouthful of blood.

Lin Chenxue's heart is like a knife: "Tianlong!"

Tu Feiguang and the others cheered: "Okay, okay, dead, dead."

With such a fierce stab, Ye Tianlong was seriously injured if he did not die.

"It really disappoints me."

Wolverine let out a sigh of relief, apparently also believing that this battle is over, as long as he makes up for it, Ye Tianlong will die.

The physical exhaustion of Wangjiang Tower's battle, Lin Chenxue's several stimulations, internal injuries from three collisions, plus the stab just now, how can Ye Tianlong fight him?

Wolverine put away the sharp knife on his foot, grabbed a samurai sword, and walked proudly to Ye Tianlong.

He wanted to chop off Ye Tianlong's head, he believed that this was a moment worth remembering.

On the way forward, Wolverine twisted his neck and tore off the iron piece of his neck. This game made him somewhat uncomfortable and affected his mood of beheading.

"when!"

Almost the sound of iron pieces falling on the deck sounded, and a red light flashed from Ye Tianlong's right hand, and disappeared without a swish.

Unsuspecting Wolverine, his pace slowed down for an instant, his smile suddenly stiffened, and his eyes immediately protruded like fish.

In the deathly silence, I just listened to the constant "Gege" sound in his throat.

He hadn't broken his breath, but he couldn't spit it out, and he couldn't spit it out even after exhausting his strength, because he didn't know when there was a knife in his throat.

A blood-red knife!

A little red.