Doomsday Rise

Suddenly, the sky, which was not very clear, suddenly darkened. The air seemed to become liquid and extremely viscous. The shadow of a goshawk faintly appeared in the sky, and Ling Ran was domineering. The middle-aged man was wearing yellow clothes. It has also changed to black.

Five or six meters of space came at a glance.

Tang Dingyun's delicate face flashed a horror. The middle-aged man's spirit was locked at the moment of his shot. There was no one left and right, but she didn't know how to dodge. No matter where she went, she was led by the opportunity. Will increase the momentum of middle-aged people. The arms were staggered, and two daggers slid out of the sleeves.

With two feet kicking, Tang Dingyu took the initiative to greet him like an off-string arrow, dagger or stab or stab or paddle, transfigured a light and shadow, and attacked more than 20 strokes at once, but the crowd saw, middle-aged people were instantly Surrounded by a dagger, he could not help but exclaim.

The middle-aged man's fingers are like claws. After exchanging dozens of moves, he hits a dagger.

Ding--

With a voice of Qingyue, if Tang Dingyu was struck by lightning, his body was shaken, his right hand dagger was taken off, and the direction was exactly in the direction of Liu Wei'an. Her two daggers were like two doors, she lost a dagger, and the portal opened wide. Between the flashes of fire, the middle-aged man's grasp clasped her shoulders.

boom!

Tang Dingyu flew out, and after a fall, he almost fell, and the clothes on his shoulders were scratched, revealing the white skin, the traces of the three fingers, half a centimeter deep into the skin, and his shoulders became red, swollen and black in the blink of an eye, shocking. From the right chest to the abdomen, there are three long bloodstains close to twenty centimeters. As long as it is a little half and a half, I am afraid that it is not to open the belly.

However, it was Tang Dingying who was balding and kicking the middle-aged man's abdomen, hoping to drive him back. I do n’t know if a kick, such as kicking a stone, the middle-aged man ’s belly is so hard that he almost broke her leg. Then, at the juncture of crisis, the remaining strength became support, and she used her strength to shoot, but also thanks to her quick change, and thus avoided the middle-aged man's hidden killing tricks. Even so, the middle-aged shot too fast, but he was still injured.

The middle-aged man seemed to feel lost face when he was escaped by Tang Dingyu. He snorted, and the sound turned into a sound wave that exploded in Tang Dingyu's mind. Tang Dingyu trembled with blood spilt from the corners of his mouth. People have come to their eyes, and with their eyes closed, they secretly said, "My life is gone." The gap between the two is too big.

Seeing that Tang Dingyu was dying under his claws, the crisis came, and the crowd grabbed a huge figure. Why is it huge? The voice of this person is too big, his face is big, his hands are beaten, his legs are big and his belly is big, as if a meat mountain bounces out I'm afraid five hundred pounds can't help it.

laugh--

Roshan turned his body into a weapon and smashed it from the middle-aged man's head. The middle-aged man naturally did not want to let this unknown thing hit him. His footsteps moved and the lightning moved back half a meter. Eagle claws captured Roshan, but Feeling greasy and abnormal at the beginning, as if grabbing a loach, but couldn't focus, and finally only scratched two rags.

The strong wind rose from his mind, and the middle-aged man turned around with lightning. A goshawk was divided into corpses and sacrificed. It was extremely powerful. The sneak attacker knew it well. A somersault turned back and he was as flexible as a monkey. The middle-aged man glanced at it, but it was a short, thin young man, about ten years old, with a frosty face.

Another person walked in the crowd, with tall and straight hands, clean and slender hands, and neat nails. This is a pair of hands playing the piano. At this moment, he is holding a three-foot green sword, about the age of twenty-two. There was a fascinating aristocratic figure, not slow, with a charming smile on his face, and the inadvertently revealed breath made people dare not belittle it.

Middle-aged man Zou Mei slightly, where come out of these many outstanding young people, look at this great fat man should be only about 20 years old, the strength has reached the late silver, the future growth, unlimited. When the eyes glanced at Qian Qidan's body already cold on the ground, the murder was booming.

"Stump, hit him." The aristocratic youth saw the middle-aged man's eyes glowing, and immediately made a sound. When the middle-aged man turned his head, he drew his sword and stabbed, like a thunder, blinked on the middle-aged man's chest. Pulling swords and bayonet swords in one move, as fast as lightning, obviously has practiced countless times, to achieve a realm that can be used without thinking, the most frightening thing is the quiet appearance of his clothes before letting others shoot, but it is Although the first attacker was an upright attack, it was quieter and quicker than a sneak attack.

laugh--

The middle-aged man's feet are like an institution installed. He moved three feet across and looked at a sword hole in his chest. He was shocked by a cold sweat, and then a strong killing spree was thrown at the aristocratic youth. In the sky, the surrounding people all felt difficulty breathing, and their hearts were horrified. The aristocratic youth in the center did not know how much pressure to bear.

The face of the aristocratic youth remained unchanged, with a charming smile still on his face. The Qing Feng sword exploded, transfiguring thousands of sword shadows, covering the large holes of the middle-aged man's body, and the middle-aged man's bombs, dials, points, bumps, belts, The claws of the claws are complex and varied. Each hit exactly hits the tip of the sword. With each hit, the smile of the aristocratic youth becomes bright. In the blink of an eye, the two have fought more than 50 strokes. The smile of the aristocratic youth is also brilliant. At a few points, there was a little faintness.

"Look at you and laugh!" The middle-aged man gave a cold drink, slammed his hand, and a three-foot green swordsman cut in two. The blood of the aristocratic youth spewed into the crowd. The middle-aged man made a second attack, only grabbing a piece of clothing. He had no time to catch up, and instead greeted the thin young men coming together and the fat man known as the stump.

A man as big as a mountain, attacking Shen Xiong, with great strength, agility like electricity, bouncing like flying, and seamless coordination, entangled middle-aged people for a while, but only caught middle-aged people by surprise. Middle-aged people are experienced. After more than a dozen moves, they found out the flaws of the two. Only three moves were used, and the two were already hung up. At the time of danger, the aristocratic youth returned and did not know where to find them again. Come with a sword and it will sting.

Three young people, one is flying, the other is a huge manpower, and the other is strange. Any one is a very outstanding junior. If they are placed elsewhere, they will surely shine, but they are not enough to look at the middle-aged people. After more than a dozen strokes, as the aristocratic youth was injured and spit blood again, the three men's active attack became defense.

boom!

The middle-aged person shrank his hands with lightning, the bullet brushed his skin, and the hot air caused a little goose bumps on the skin. He raised his head, and Tang Dingyu shot three more times.

"Huh!" The middle-aged man flicked his sleeves, and the clothes of ordinary materials became as strong as iron stones. The bullets hit them, but they could not penetrate. The sleeves shook, and three bullets were fired, respectively.

The thin man hesitated, turned over and avoided, and there was a blood mark on his face.

The aristocratic youth slashed with a sword, and was not biased and chopped on the bullet, but could not avoid the force entrained on the bullet. The chest trembled, and another blood spewed out.

The stump screamed, blood was dripping from his left cheek, and half of his ears were shot by bullets.

Tang Dingxuan was shocked and angry, and limped forward.

"Ding Dang, you go first." The aristocratic youth once again stood up with a sword. The sword was like a lightning. It was as fast as lightning, middle and slow.

The middle-aged man showed a little dignity, his hands moved, and the sky claws appeared. They attacked the thin man, the stump, and the Tang Dingyu who rushed up. At this time, more than a dozen camouflage clothes that knew that they were students. The crowd rushed in and shouted loudly.

"Which **** dares to bully Ding Dong."

"Dare to bully to come to Xinglong Military Academy, the feeling is getting impatient."

"You must catch the horse under the flagpole!"

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"Classmates go, this person is terrific!" Tang Dingxian anxious, stepped up his attack, hoping to entangle the middle-aged person, but the middle-aged person's strength was too much higher than her, and she was in a hurry, not only failed It can pose a threat to the middle-aged people, but it reveals flaws and is caught by the middle-aged people.

Ding!

Tang Dingxuan spun out and spouted three blood shots, his face paled.

"Asshole!" A dozen or so classmates were furious, no matter how bullying and lack of light, there was a swarm of bees. These students, some were evolutionaries, some were not, but whether they were or not, they were extremely fierce and clean. Lisuo, impressively a military fist.

Military boxing is the crystallization of many years of reform in the military. It is simple, clear, and powerful. Beginners are already powerful and easy to practice. ~ Www.ltnovel.com ~ There are many middle-level people, but very few can reach the high-level. In addition to teaching methods and diligent practice, talent is also very important. At present, more than a dozen people are all trained to a higher level. The people who are watching are not aware of it, and those who do not know it are all surprised.

However, the biggest shortcomings of military boxing are outside effort, no internal support, can be achieved, not sustainable, more than a dozen strokes, even the middle-aged people's shadows are not next to each other, at this time, the middle school The young man suddenly attacked violently, and a scream was heard. The students flew out one after another, and fell more than ten meters away, or a scratch on the shoulder or chest or back, and the bones were deeply visible, and his face was painful.

In the blink of an eye, all of a dozen classmates were injured and flew out, leaving only the aristocratic youth, skinny and tree stump still struggling to support, but also sweating heavily, can not support for too long.

"Take them all down." The middle-aged man yelled at the men brought by Qian Qidan. Qian Qidan brought out a total of twenty people and was killed by Tang Dingyu. The remaining half was heard at the moment. , Immediately rushed to the students who could not get up on the ground.

"Stop!" At this moment, a figure shot from a distance. The man's face was dark, and a scar on his face was lying on his back, extremely terrifying, and rushed on the shoulders of the crowd.

He Yanluo is one of the instructors of Xinglong Military Academy.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, not only didn't stop, but accelerated the attack. At first, the thin man was unsupported, and was clawed across his back, screamed, and flew out, then the stump was bombed.

Ding!

The half-cut sword of the noble youth flew out of his hand, and was about to back, it was too late, his throat was tight, the middle-aged man had clasped his neck, the figure flickered, and Hei Luo fell to the ground. The shot was hurriedly retracted, and the rat was thrown.

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