"roll!"

Wu Xing finally made some moves, his right hand still bit his son's mouth, twisted his body, and pinched his left hand to face Shen Chong's right fist.

Shen Chong was shocked. He had already stretched his speed, and this man could still accurately capture his movements.

But the arrow has to be fired on the string. If you fight head-on, just fight head-on!

Shen Chong was wearing a flame fist glove in his right hand. Inspired by the spiritual source, his right fist was wrapped in a ball of red flames, and it collided with Wu Xing's left fist.

Wu Xing did not move at all, but Shen Chong flew backwards and hit the fitness equipment made of stones and steel under the wall.

So strong!

He is obviously a spiritual psychic, but his physical strength is beyond imagination.

With just one move, Shen Chong had a deep understanding of Wu Xing's strength.

Xie Huazang made a mistake in his judgment, and it was still a serious mistake.

This guy's real realm is definitely not the fifth grade of Xuan, but the most authentic fourth grade of Xuan!

Not only that, he must have reached the fourth level of Xuan, because his physical strength is clearly a manifestation of fully filling the physical training of Xuan, the fourth level of Xuan, which is a manifestation of his complete physical training.

But even so, the strength of Shen Chong's punch should not be completely unable to shake him, and there is another reason for this result.

A moment before the two fists clashed, an invisible force suddenly enveloped his whole body, making him feel like he was trapped in a mud and unable to move forward.

This power is extremely strange, just like the mind power spiritual psychic he once encountered, but it is slightly different.

It’s a pity that the first time he had a hurry to contact him, Shen Chong really didn’t have the ability to instantly see the strange thing, so he could only regard it as the motivation for the time being.

This should be a derivative skill that Wu Xing has developed through the soul-burning evil thief Wu Xing has been continuously developing his abilities over the years.

As a wild psychic hidden among the people, and due to his numerous evil deeds, he rarely deals with others. He has explored these tricks alone.

He knew that he attached importance to physical training and knew how to develop derivative abilities, and he reached the fourth level of Xuan level in about ten years.

Wu Xing is a genius.

Wu Xing, behind the enemy, pressed Wu Da's head with his left hand and slowly pulled his right hand away. At the same time, the strange red light on Wu Da's body slowly dimmed.

Wu Da stopped struggling and lay softly on Wu Xing's chest. Wu Xing turned his head and looked at Shen Chong indifferently, and asked, "Who are you?"

This man was completely different from the honesty, honest and kind-hearted description of the visit records of the village cadres.

This is his true face.

Indifferent and ruthless, the pupils are filled with a slight look at life and death, and a hint of bloodthirsty.

Maybe he was once a mortal or a good person, but ten years later, he has changed.

Nearly a hundred soul scars were shattered under his "butcher knife".

Nearly a hundred people became madmen because of him, and he was no different from the butcher with blood on his hands.

The appearance is born from the heart. The more evil a person does, the past experience will be written on his face invisibly. Wu Xing's true face at this time verified this truth.

Shen Chong didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but now he found that his opponent's strength was a bit too high, so he no longer rushed to attack. Instead, he planned to delay the time, observe the opponent more, and re-formulate a more perfect combat strategy.

"You ask who I am?"

"right."

"Have you never heard of us?"

"Slay the demon?"

"That's right."

"You are finally here, what are you doing?"

"Arest you."

Wu Xing slowly put Wu Da who seemed to have fallen asleep on the ground, turned around and smiled grin: "Accused me? I was guilty of death and I can't survive anymore. Your lies can't deceive me. You want to kill me. But I'm not afraid of death. It's meaningless to live! But before I die, I want to try again!"

“What to try?”

"You are talking too much nonsense. Are you not always famous for your thunderous means?"

After liberating his hands, Wu Xing no longer stayed in place, but took the initiative to take big steps towards Shen Chong.

He didn't look like a spiritual system, even more fierce than the superman system strengthened by the physical body. His body was as heavy as a mountain, and he stepped on it and made the ground thud.

His eyes looked at Shen Chong as if he was looking at a dead person.

He already knew Shen Chong's realm, and it was not worth worrying about just the second-grade yellow-grade one.

But he knew that he was doomed. As early as when he started rashly on Xie Huazang, he knew that the pursuit of the demon-slaying demons would come soon, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly, and he didn't count on the road to protect Xie Huazang's "spirit" halfway, and he delayed for a while and failed to go home in time to escape with his son.

I'm dead, but before I die, I'm unwilling to give up!

Fortunately, the first one to come to my door is still the yellow level, which is my last chance!

Facing Wu Xing's strong body as tight as a cow, Shen Chong was unwilling to take action, so he raised his leg and wanted to dodge to the side. He was about to exert force, but he felt a terrible burning stimulation coming from his brain, and he was a sudden move.

Two meters away, Wu Xing waved his right fist and hit him out of thin air. A ball of charming red ghost fire flew out of his right fist and floated towards Shen Chong's chest.

Shen Chong couldn't dodge and was beaten up, and the tingling pain in his head became more and more intense.

It was the burning pain from the depths of the soul, as if bathed in flames, with nowhere to escape and no resistance.

Wu Xing patted his left hand with his right hand, which was burning continuously, and looked down on him.

Just now, his left hand, whose skin was slightly carbonized, but he didn't feel the pain at all, and just grinned and said coldly: "Is the flame capable? It's not bad, but if it's only this level, you're dead! Your flame can only burn the body, and my flame can ignite the soul!"

He shouted sternly and took another step forward, holding his right hand high to try to pinch Shen Chong's neck.

No one knows where his determination comes from, just as no one knows what kind of mental journey he has experienced in these ten years.

The more loyal and ordinary his external performance among his fellow villagers, the more he can demonstrate his inner persistence and strength.

He used an almost crazy attitude, while going out to "hunter", farming and engaging in hard work. After returning home, he used homemade fitness equipment as the main method, and forced himself to fill up physical training by himself.

Wu Xing's efficiency is definitely far from keeping up with Shen Chong, and he has no training, but he has done it.

The bloodstains on the fitness equipment that were smashed by Shen Chong's back are a true portrayal of his ten-year life...

For ten years, I lived in purgatory every day, never ending.

Unless he was going out to hunt, his body was not in good condition for a moment.

This gave him the ultimate body of the fourth-level Xuan-level Xuan-level body.

He knew that he was an evil way of doing evil, but before the evil way, he was still a father with no means.

It is slightly different from Shen Chong, who is more scheming and a father. Wu Xing embarked on a path of no return that is destined to walk alone and cannot see any hope.

This is the power brought to him by despair, and his strength comes from his inner obsession.

Shen Chong's thinking warnet, which was unfavorable in the past, was completely suppressed.

Wu Xing's soul burning can not only deprive others of his thoughts, but also temper his own mind as refined as a hundred times.

He also has nearly perfect judgment and strong mental power. He can even interfere with Shen Chong's judgment, erode the thinking battle network, and trap Shen Chong in a self-illusion that is illusory but far stronger than hallucinations.

This is the real reason why Shen Chong felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire for the first time when he punched.

That was the "force" that Wu Xing forced on Shen Chong's heart.

Looking at the big hand getting closer, Shen Chong's breathing became more and more rapid, his headache was about to break, and he fell to the disadvantage too quickly.

The second-grade yellow-level crossing the fourth level, including a large-level crossing challenge, is indeed too difficult.

Wu Xing is stronger than any psychic he has faced before, and is at least ten times stronger than the mysterious termite-transformed psychic whom he easily killed in a few moves!

Wu Xingsheng's right hand, full of calluses, was getting closer and closer, and Shen Chong could even vaguely see the colorful and red fires from the gaps in the calluses in his palm.

That is the flame that can make people fall into purgatory.

Can't catch him!

The first punch was close to each other, and Shen Chong's Fist of Flame caused minor injuries to Wu Xing, but he was planted with soul fire.

Just now, the second soul fire that Wu Xing fired in the air came into his mind again, further aggravating the severe pain in Shen Chong's brain.

If I am infused into the third channel again, I will not be able to hold on!

"Hell!"

At this moment, a black lightning bolt flew into the air from the outside of the wall, like an arrow from the string piercing Wu Xing's back.

"who!"

Wu Xing suddenly felt a warning and turned around suddenly. He saw a dark rooster coming by, and an iron pecked at his forehead.

Ji Bai, who was originally responsible for surrounding the backyard, found that something was wrong inside and took the initiative to help.

Shen Chong finally got a chance to breathe, took the opportunity to forcefully suppress the severe pain in his brain, hid sideways to the side, and shouted: "Brother Chicken, be careful! This guy is so strong!"

A loud bang came.

Ji Bai was already slapped by Wu Xing's palm, hitting him head-on to the brick-shaped wall, and knocking him out of the yard with a chicken-shaped hole.
Chapter completed!