Chapter 393 (1/2)

Ping -

the hand of seven kills was collected in time, and the palm under the protection of the steel lock fist sleeve held the sleeve sword steadily.

”That's all the nonsense...” In the eyes of seven killers, cold eyes seem to announce He's going to be serious.

Xiaotan broke the sleeve sword by himself, broke away from the opponent's control, and threw back the claw blade, and went away.

Bang -

this is the sound of fist hitting the meat.

But it sounds more like a running car hitting a cow.

Xiaotan's hand was just raised, and the fist of the seven killers had hit him on the chest.

This fist comes first after the attack. It's as fast as lightning.

A big mouth of blood spewed out from Wang's sighing mouth, and his body turned upside down.

At this moment, everyone watching the game is in silence. They look at the screen with bated breath and contemplate the terrible blow.

Seven kill's fist is not a skill. It just opens his soul meaning - ”Zhiquan”

the effect of soul meaning is simple and direct, that is, it can let him play ”the most powerful fist that can be played by his own ability”, which can be regarded as the weakening version of ”extreme efficiency” like rain.

Of course, if the effect is weak, the consumption will be less. The mental energy consumption of seven kills after ”Zhiquan” is opened is not as high as that of rain.

A late breeze caresses the wasteland

Xiaotan falls to the ground, and his survival value is 36%. The broken rib cuts the viscera, which makes him attach the effect of bleeding that can't be relieved by bandage.

The blow just now almost shattered his victory.

In the moment of being hit, the breath and blood of Xiaotan are coagulated like ice and snow. In his eyes, at that moment, time seemed to be still He didn't even feel the pain, he just felt the sight stagnate, then. Just skimming back When he had come back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground and was in pain all over his body.

Fear He seems to have experienced it. It was a long time ago He had fallen on the ground like this, helplessly watching a tall figure coming towards him.

The feeling of deja vu is so vague and clear

…………

Ten years ago, s city.

In an alley, four 20-year-old gangsters are beating up a junior high school student who is much smaller than them.

In the corner of this dead end. And curled up another boy in a junior high school uniform. It was a little fat, freckled child. His face was full of fear and timidity. Even though he knew that the violence in front of him was caused by himself, he dared not say a word.

”Cut There seems to be no response. ” Said one of the gangsters.

Another person said, ”I'm just a kid in junior high school. How dare I interfere with my business?”

The young man was lying on his side, unable to move, but he had not fainted completely.

Four people saw this, stopped fighting and kicking, and took out cigarettes to light.

”Hello Fat man. ” A gangster turned to the boy in the corner. ”Do you know him?”

”No I don't know. ” The fat man replied timidly.