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When Wang Le's long legs turned into a bad whip like an angry dragon, and slapped at the middle-aged man's waist, the middle-aged man still did not avoid it as before. The two dragons went out to sea and blasted Wang Le's chest as usual!

"Boom!" The collision between the fists and the chest muscles rumbled like a cannonball, "Bang! Bang!" The long-legged whip of the waist, which was like a whip on a diamond, was like a whip on a diamond, and the loud sound broke through the dark night curtain that had just been covered in the evening!

"Ping!Ping!Ping!"

The two of them burst into various muscle collisions in the moment after their limbs intersected, and then they retreated. [Ran^Wen^Book Library] (Book Library (7764))

Wang Le's eyes burst into starlight, and he was shocked by the middle-aged man's physical tolerance. Has this man really practiced a golden bell-covered iron shirt?

The same is true for middle-aged people. The surprise in their hearts could no longer be hidden on their faces. He did not expect that Wang Le would be safe and sound under his full force!

I couldn't believe that Wang Le's thin body would be as hard as steel. The chest muscles hit by his two-boxing made his hands extremely painful and he couldn't help but tremble.

However, when a master fights, he can't be distracted and shocked or think about other things at this time.

The two people on the lawn, who had just joined the lawn, had just split up and had not yet retreated, stopped and rushed towards each other again. The mysterious power in Wang Le's body was completely boiling, spreading all over the muscles and bones of his body. His palms were like a knife, and he slashed at the middle-aged man's right iron fist with his hand. He wanted to cut Huashan with a knife!

While the middle-aged man attacked Wang Le with his right iron fist, he kicked Wang Le's belly and Dantian acupoint. Wang Le was not slow, so he immediately met his left foot.

Just as the fists and feet were about to intersect, Wang Le's hands and feet changed directions at an incredible angle, and changed the knife to cut, killing towards the middle-aged man's wrist. The left toe below it also paused violently at the same time, changing the direction, pointing toward the opponent's ankle.

The middle-aged man was about to change his moves, but at this time Wang Le had already entered a combat state. Coupled with the strange mysterious power, the speed of his hands and feet could no longer be seen clearly with his naked eyes, and he kicked the opponent's wrists and ankles like lightning.

The hand knife and toes that gather mysterious power, which looks like the tip of the sword and the spear, has become the sharpest attack weapon in the world. Coupled with the speed invisible to the naked eye, the accumulated power can be said to be broken by everything. Wang Le doesn't believe that this will not break the middle-aged man's Vajra cover!

"Click, click"

Amid the sound of two broken bones, pain flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes and was about to retreat again. Wang Le could not make the other party do what he wanted. He saw that he didn't want to bully himself and moved forward without thinking. He turned his hand into a fist, like hail, and kept hitting the other party. His feet kept kicking the middle-aged man's legs, causing him to lose his balance.

"Bang!"

Wang Le put away his hands and feet and floated away. The middle-aged man could no longer hold on. He sprayed out a mouthful of blood and sat down to the ground. There was no more blood on his face, only pearl-like sweat hanging on his face, panting like a cow.

After a while, the middle-aged man who was slumped on the ground raised his head and looked at Wang Le and said, "I lost."

Wang Le kept silent and quietly looked at the man in a black Zhongshan suit.

"Just now, you should have countless planes to kill me, right?" the middle-aged man said with complicated eyes.

"I won't kill you. I have said before that it will let you return to the capital intact. I believe that with your strength, you will not be able to recover from it for a long time." Wang Le said lightly.

After saying that, Wang Le was about to turn around and leave. At this time, the middle-aged man endured the severe pain from his body and shouted: "Wait a minute."

Wang Le looked back at the middle-aged man and said, "What's the matter?"

"Who is your master?" the middle-aged man asked with his eyes fixed on Wang Le.

Wang Le said with a smile: "I pursue the way of killing. Where do you think I learned it from?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned, and then he was a little surprised. He finally got an answer about why Wang Le always confronted him head-on, and murmured: "No wonder when he was fighting with you, he always felt that you didn't use the moves you are best at. It turns out that you are in the way of killing and are best at killing people, and I am not the one you want to kill."

He immediately shivered all over and fear appeared in his eyes, because he heard from his master that since ancient times, people who have been in the way of killing have been a natural killing machine. The so-called kung fu master is not very different from ordinary people in front of the killing machine.

Seeing the middle-aged man like this, Wang Le knew that the other party would definitely not dare to cause trouble for him in the future, so he walked towards the path outside the lawn.

"Slow down!"

When Wang Le had not yet made two steps away, he was stopped by the middle-aged man, which made Wang Le, who turned his back to the middle-aged man, roll his eyes and muttered to himself: "Uncle, it's dark, don't be like Tang Monk, whisper endlessly, okay?"

"So what's wrong?" Wang Le turned around helplessly and asked angrily.

"You haven't mentioned your master's name yet!" the middle-aged man asked nervously.

Wang Le was speechless, shook his head, and looked at the middle-aged man like a white-looking man and said, "From your skills, I guess your feet are not simple, and I didn't expect to ask such a stupid question."

This sentence made the middle-aged man a little embarrassed, but Wang Leshi left his last sentence without seeing him: "Uncle, go back and ask your master, do people who are in the killing path still need a master? You only need to know how to kill people, and you can kill people."

After saying that, he was lazy to pay attention to the other party, and left quickly like a plague-avoiding god.

The middle-aged man stared at Wang Le's back as he quickly left.

"Kill the Tao, I, Huang Yunpeng, actually went against the person who was walking in the Tao. If you don't kill me, you won't die. Zeng Qing, you little bastard, almost killed me!" The middle-aged man cursed with a depressed look on his face.

After a while, the middle-aged man stood up slowly after the pain in his body was relieved. He still said in disbelief: "The way of killing is only found in legends. Even among the ancient families, no one dared to go on the road of killing. This young man is either ignorant or psychopath. He doesn't know that those who go on the way of killing will not end up being good?"

Suddenly, Huang Yunpeng felt something was wrong and thought to himself: "Walking on the way of killing, how can so many people kill him these days? He has to climb out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood."

"It seems that I can only go back and ask my master." Huang Yunpeng, who was already confused by Wang Le, could only think so.

"The mountains outside the mountain are people outside the people." Huang Yunpeng had a thorough understanding. Wang Le told him with his fist that this was not rampant, but a fact. Wang Le was the mountains outside the mountain, people outside the mountain.
Chapter completed!