Chapter 440 (1/2)

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to the leader ”Tadashi”, and the floor under Mu fan's feet will burst into fog instantly!

”Let's show you!”

Tear! Boom!

A sound of cloth tearing, a figure instantly from the original place.

Atwood covered his right shoulder in horror.

Starting from the shoulder, a whole sleeve was completely torn off, and five deep bloodstains, like iron claws ploughed through, instantly appeared on the right arm.

The burning pain kept on stimulating his nerves!

Just since the boy's eyes turned red, speed and strength unexpectedly Double up!?

Now his heart is shaking violently. For a moment, he felt the breath of death. If he didn't escape with the explosive secret skill of nearly self mutilation, he would have been blasted to the ground.

”Ha ha ha ha...”

Mu fan eyes that more primitive ferocity and violence continue to emerge, the right hand from the wooden stairs through the pull out, the hand of the broken linen thrown away.

No, Atwood will never allow himself to fail.

The pupil of this dark purple shrinks a little.

With his hands like a dragon, the whole person disappears again.

Fierce killing secret skill - running tiger arrow disease!

The first second is still running on the floor, the next second flash in the sky, hands Zhang Chengli claw with incomparably fierce speed to kill.

Mu fan is just a crooked neck, looking at the figure of the body, the face is still a kind of crazy, with the previous indifference.

The last reason in his mind kept telling him that he couldn't do it killing.

So he just looked at the figure that rushed to him quietly.

”Die for me Atwood, who was already part of the Jedi counterattack, had reached the final distance, and his chance of winning was infinitely enlarged.

But the next moment, his eyes bulged, because the shadow directly left a shadow in place.

”You It's too slow. ”

A soft voice sounded in his ear, and he did not know when to put three fingers on his throat.

Thumb, forefinger, middle finger, right down his throat.

You know, at this time, he was still in the running state, and the three fingers on his throat let him feel the temperature of each other's fingertips, and there was no pressure.

This shows that this person is actually in and he synchronized in the speed of retrogression!

”A gift...”

After Mu fan's words are finished, his fingers subconsciously want to pinch, but at this moment, there is a little Qingming in his eyes, and the last two words are swallowed by force.

So the remaining two fingers suddenly open, five fingers together into a palm, move up, and then tightly clasp.

Atwood's face is still in the air, and Mufan is holding it!

The voice on the side of the ear whispered again, ”don't you want to see it?”

Mu fan's face shows a strange smile, and then press and hold the right palm of the other party and suddenly push it down.

”Then you can watch it!”

Atwood's head froze under the palm of his opponent's hand.

The next second, the shadow behind the whole person disappears and returns to the body, and then Mufan presses his face and flies back.

Mu fan's footsteps leave a trail of shadows on the ground.

Boom! Boom!

First there were carved railings, then wooden frames, then partitions, and finally a row of side-by-side seats.

The back of Atwood's head became a sharp weapon in Mufan's hand.

Height of 1.9 meters of the majestic figure was Mu fan with a tyrannical aesthetic posture directly into the row of seats.

Just like the one that was pressed into the wooden frame before Fengxin.

There, only a remnant of Fengxin's body was frozen. He ignored the fat man who sneered and spitted at him. Now, there is a feeling of despair in his heart, which is the shock of his outlook on life and world outlook being suddenly overturned.

Dingchuan University fighting department, one of the five king of heaven, physical standards hit above 22, a tiger fighting skills above A-level evaluation of thunderstorm King - Atwood!

Just now, I was held by a new student with a short head and pressed it back!?

He tried to turn around and look, but the sharp fracture of the wooden frame forced him not to move.

Atwood felt that his head had been hit several times, but the boy's one hand on his face seemed to be an insurmountable barrier, which made him unable to resist.

The last sound of the explosion, the brain is full of a violent chaos, eyes whirling.

I can't help but sigh at Atwood's physical fitness. Under such a heavy blow to his level 22 constitution, he has not yet suffered a neck bone fracture, but his shoulder bone is seriously injured.