Nightmare Attack

The man in Tang suit never imagined that the black beetle that he had no advantage in would actually become food for others. He wasn't even sure whether the black beetle was a real creature or not, after all, it was a product of the door.

But this guy in front of him... actually ate them alive.

"Don't stand stupidly, think of a way!" The strong man in sportswear urged in a hurry.

As the light went out a little bit, darkness came like a tide, and the two lost their opponent's vision again. They could only see a very close distance in front of them.

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1 meter, or 2 meters... In short, this distance is of little significance to them, because it is too close, and the opponent only needs to attack, and when they see the figure, everything will be too late.

With the complete loss of contact with the black beetle, the man in Tang suit finally recognized the gap between himself and this guy nearby. Under the crushing of absolute strength, all struggles were in vain.

This guy may not be human anymore.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to wait for death. He wants to escape, escape from here, the sooner the better, the farther the better, and never come back. He will not want to be a deputy minister or a night watchman. The most important thing is to save his life.

But if he flees rashly, he will definitely not be able to leave. He needs someone to stay and help him delay the time.

"I've found his weakness, my beetle has a way to restrain him!" The man in Tang suit had a hoarse voice, very much like that.

Hearing the words of the man in Tang suit, the man in sports suit who was also in despair seemed to have caught the last straw. He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately launched an attack in the direction of the enemy in his mind.

He never dared to rush over, and he just threw everything that could be thrown around him. There were continuous explosions in the darkness, and the muffled sound was like a death knell.

The man in Tang suit evacuated silently. He clearly remembered that there was a door not far from his right hand side. After opening the door and walking about 10 meters, it was the stairs leading to the first floor.

As long as he moves lightly, under the cover of the man in sportswear, he has a high probability of successfully escaping.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer... Whether it's the enemy or the man in sportswear who left behind to delay time, they didn't notice that he was leaving quietly, and everything was going in the direction he expected.

As a disciple, he did not believe in what God and Buddha said, but after this time, he must go to places such as temples and Taoist temples to worship, as a way of seeking peace of mind.

Finally, he vaguely saw the door, the door representing the hope of life, just 3 or 4 meters in front of him!

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a vague outline, which looked like a coat hanger, standing beside the door, with clothes hanging on it.

But the eyes of the man in Tang suit became weird, because he remembered that the place next to the door... there was no clothes hanger, it was empty.

The next second, the hanger shook for no reason, and the heart of the man in Tang suit, which had already sunk, was violently picked up.

It wasn't a hanger at all, but a man with disheveled hair standing there in an odd posture!

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"How are you, are you okay?" The man in sportswear couldn't help but ask. Bean-sized sweat dripped down his forehead, and it was a little itchy where it ran across his cheeks, but at this moment he couldn't care about it.

"What are you dawdling at?"

"Um?"

"Song Qingshu?"

No matter how he asked, there was no sound from where Song Qingshu was originally. The man in sportswear was not a fool, and he immediately realized that he had been tricked.

Song Qingshu played the golden cicada to escape from the shell. Song Qingshu was the cicada, and he was the abandoned shell.

"Idiot!" The man in sportswear couldn't help cursing. To a certain extent, he saw it more clearly than Song Qingshu, the **** who only knew how to squat down.

In the current situation, the two are fighting together, and there is still a possibility of survival. Once they are separated, they will surely die!

But the situation was already like this, and he was powerless to change it, so... the man in sportswear raised his head, a ferocious flash of ferocity flashed in his eyes, he had no choice but to fight once.

Under the huge pressure, he calmed down instead. He held his breath and noticed a little sign of air movement on the right side. He immediately exerted all his strength and lifted a large porcelain bottle that was almost at the same height as a person. Throw to the right.

This time, the power was surprisingly strong, the porcelain vase was castrated like the wind, and the power was enough to smash a wall.

The sportswear man's plan is very simple. As long as he hits this one hit, it will detonate the dark energy hidden in the opponent's body, and he has no intention of chasing after the victory. He has a clear understanding of the gap between the two.

Even if the opponent is injured, it is not something he can deal with.

All he wants is an opportunity. When his opponent is troubled by the sudden burst of dark energy, he will immediately break through the floor-to-ceiling windows to escape. As long as he gets 20 seconds... No, 15 seconds is enough, he will be sure to escape. .

There is a forest not far from the window. As long as you escape in, no one will think of finding him again.

But just as he was waiting for the porcelain vase to burst, and then started to act, an accident happened.

He didn't hear any sound. The porcelain vase that was thrown into the darkness was like a mud ox into the sea, and there was no more news.

No, even if it didn't hit anyone, it should hit the wall, or something else, how could it be... how could there be no sound at all?

But in the next second, a gust of wind rang out~www.readwn.com~ The man in sportswear didn't have time to react. He threw out a punch, blasting the incoming object into the air, and the flying debris split his skin and face. Bloodstained up and down.

That's right, the thing that flew over was the porcelain vase that disappeared before!

It's better to say with skin trauma. What's scary is the dark energy contained in the porcelain bottle. The man in sportswear staggered a few steps, and in the end he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and even bones were exposed at the top of his fist.

With the way of the other, he will also be used to the body.

He didn't understand at all, how his porcelain vase was caught by the opponent and thrown back completely. Why...why did the dark energy inside not explode to hurt the opponent at the moment of contact?

But before I could think about it, the real crisis finally came.

A figure rushed over, in an incomprehensible and strange posture. When the man in sportswear noticed, the opponent was already close to him.

There was no time to think. With the determination to break the net, he punched out his fists. This was his famous stunt. The dark energy contained in his fists exploded the moment it touched the opponent's body.

The dark energy destroyed the opponent's body without reservation. The bones were all shattered, the muscles were torn, the skin exploded, and a human figure was cut off from the lower part of the chest, and the internal organs and intestines flowed all over the ground.

"It's done!" The sportswear man was overjoyed.

But when he saw the "opponent" in front of him, he was completely dumbfounded. Song Qingshu stood on the lower half of his body, and the upper half of his body fell to the ground, twitching violently, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

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