Chapter 89： Anti-kill (1/2)

A martial artist with 8 levels of chasing and killing, or a master of sound skills, Xiao Chao couldn't escape at all.

"Huh, since you don't know each other, don't blame me for being polite!"

The short middle-aged man’s sonic attack again increased his strength and shook Xiao Chao’s body violently. The meridians were irritated by the qi of "Tenglong Huarijue", and the pain was abnormal, as if he was going to get into trouble again.

"Hmph, I stopped to let you check, I'm afraid that you won't let me go if you don't have it in the end!"

Xiao Chao coldly snorted, trying his best to control the true energy in his body, his thoughts turned with all his strength, thinking of ways to retreat from the enemy.

"Can't wait, we must fight for it!"

Xiao saw a dilapidated thatched hut out of the corner of his eye. He was so cruel that he broke the dilapidated window, rushed in, and did not come out again.

"Haha, what's the use of hiding in a broken house?"

The short middle-aged man laughed and walked slowly towards the thatched cottage.

"Do you want to ambush me? Even if you are amazing, but there is a difference of 6 levels, I stay still, why can't you help me!"

The short middle-aged man is confident.

It’s no wonder that anyone in this situation will be like this.

boom.

The short middle-aged man kicked the wooden door of the thatched house, and smiled contemptuously, and said, "Could it be that you really want to attack? We are six levels apart!"

As he spoke, he had already walked into the thatched cottage.

The thatched hut is not big. As soon as he entered the room, his eyes swept around, instantly seeing the contents of the thatched hut clearly.

"no one!"

The short middle-aged man stared in surprise.

He can be sure that after the enemy jumped in through the window, he did not come out at all, and he took a look and found that apart from the windows and wooden doors, there were no holes larger than one person in the thatched house.

In other words, the enemy entered the thatched house and never went out.

He listened and found that the room was very quiet, except for his own breathing and heartbeat, he could not hear any sound.

"Did you hide under the bed?"

The short middle-aged people don't believe their guesses.

Tangtang warriors under multiple beds, this is too ridiculous, and what's the use of hiding under the bed?

Although he thought this kind of speculation was ridiculous, he had just entered from the outside, and the other party was absolutely impossible to get out. There was no one in the room, and only under the wooden bed in the corner.

"Even so scared to hide under the bed, you deserve to be a warrior too!"

The voice of the short middle-aged man directly blasted past.

boom.

Wow.

The wooden bed collapsed directly by him, but there was no one under the broken wood.

"This... this is impossible!"

The short middle-aged man was horrified.

Except under the wooden bed, the entire wooden house is unobstructed, and there is no other hiding place.

"Anyone just disappeared out of thin air? Even a martial artist or Wuzong can't do it!"

The short middle-aged man was blindfolded, so he couldn't figure out why.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and a death crisis was approaching.

This kind of feeling is very mysterious, because he can't see the danger at all, just the experience accumulated over the years of fighting, and the terrible perception of danger.

drink!

felt the threat in his heart, he immediately shouted violently, and Yin Lang thought and rushed in all directions.