Above the stars

When Fenghuang and Wufeng started to fight, Tang bandit Xiaopang also confronted Wuying.

Wuying blocked the door of the small courtyard, and his voice was as cold as the mask on his face: "You are all smart people, there is no need to make those useless struggles. The ending is the same anyway."

Tang Bandit stood in front of the little fat man and the old man, and said with a smile: "Do you know what the first element of a hunter is?"

Wuying is very interested in this question because he is also a hunter.

It's just that Bandit Tang hunted animals, and he hunted people.

"Don't let yourself become prey." Tang Bandit said.

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Wuying's eyes were gloomy, he understood the meaning of Tang Bandit's words.

Until this moment, why did he still dare to speak arrogantly?

Xiaopang got a little impatient after hearing this, and rushed out with the hammer in his hand, saying: "Brother, why are you talking so much nonsense to him? I'm going to beat him flat."

Rumble.

The little fat man running seemed like a moving mountain.

Wuying dismissed this. The thoughts of these refugees in the old land were really backward. They didn't know how huge changes had taken place in Xinxing.

New immigrants not only pursue technological excellence, but also pursue individual strength.

DNA screening, ancient secrets, and genetic medicines all complement each other and merge into one, and then super warriors emerge one after another.

Some powerful forces or families were even able to obtain the blood essence of alien beasts or the seeds of divine beasts.

On Nova, some people can pierce armor with one blow, and some can pierce Xinghan with one sword.

But what do these people in the old land have? Lush wildflowers or mutated beasts?

They don't know how big the gap is between ordinary people and practitioners.

In Wuying's eyes, Xiaopang's behavior is like manipulating arms to block cars, hitting stones with eggs, ants moving elephants.

Can ants move an elephant?

"Overreach!"

Wuying has fewer words than Wufeng, but he is also more proud in his heart.

Seeing Xiaopang smashing it with a hammer, he also drew out the long sword at his waist to block it.

In his opinion, this hammer has no lethality, and it is impossible to cause any substantial damage to him.

Like the whack-a-mole game kids on Nova love to play, Chubby's hammer is perfect for hitting virtual mice with heads popping out of their bodies

when!

The gold and iron collided, and the flames splashed.

Wuying only felt a strong force surge from the long sword, and then spread throughout his body.

His body retreated continuously, and his entire arm became sore and numb.

He looked at the little fat man in front of him with a horrified look. Did this kid knock him down with brute force?

How powerful was his hammer just now?

Eight hundred kilograms? Or a thousand kilograms?

When Xiaopang saw that he couldn't hit the target, he wasn't angry, so he picked up the hammer and hit it again.

Not smashed to death? Just smash it again.

Wuying raised his sword to block

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Hammer after hammer, knocking Wuying back again and again.

By the time he realized something was wrong, his back was already pressed against the door of the small courtyard.

"This kid is born with brute strength, so he can't be taken forcefully." Wuying thought in his heart.

He had been angered by the little fat man. A good person was ridiculed, and a good person was bullied. The shadow of a famous figure in the killer world was actually beaten by an unknown little fat man in the old land, and he was unable to fight back. It would be a shame to spread the word.

Seeing Xiaopang hitting him with the hammer again, with a stubborn look on his face, Wuying began to fight back.

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand changed into countless forms.

When Little Fatty's eyes were confused, he didn't know which part was its true body. As soon as the long sword in Wuying's hand was sharpened, the wooden handle of the hammer broke into two pieces.

The hammer in his hand was broken into two pieces, and there was only a piece of wood in his hand. The fat man's expression was dull and confused.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Wuying takes advantage of the victory and pursues him. The person suddenly disappears in the darkness, so fast that no one can see his shadow.

Shadowless, hence the name.

The first thing that caught his eye was the long sword, which was completely black. The tip of the sword was like light and electricity, and it pierced the vital part of Xiaopang's heart.

quick!

Incredibly fast!

Xiaopang was at a loss and couldn't make any reaction.

He is going to die!

clang!

A dagger flew towards him, knocking the tip of the long sword that was stabbing away.

Xiaopang only felt that his body was kicked, and then he rolled and crawled towards the side.

He reached out and touched his belly, which was round and warm.

"I'm alive?"

After Tang Bandit kicked the little fat man away, he stretched out his hand to catch the whirling dog-leg knife.

The shadowless body appeared in the darkness. Looking at the trembling sword tip, he looked at Tang Bandit with a horrified expression: "Practitioner?"

"As for those who don't practice, I'm just a hunter." Tang Bandit said with a smile.

"No, you are a practitioner." Wuying looked at Tang Bandit and said, "That blow just now was an air control technique?"

"It's just that the knife was thrown more accurately." Tang Bandit denied.

"No, you are a practitioner." Wuying said: "I feel the yin and yang energy contained in your sword."

It was difficult for him to understand why he could meet a practitioner in a place like the Old Land, and he was also a master who had reached the Qi Control realm.

Isn't this kind of person a rare existence?

"Whatever you say is what you say." Although Bandit Tang has never been in a relationship, he knows the quotations of scumbags without a teacher.

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Sure enough, after Wuying heard this sentence, he felt very angry.

The same reaction as the girls all over the world who heard this sentence

Wuying held up the long sword in his hand, pointed at Bandit Tang and said, "Now, you are my opponent. I want to see how strong you are."

"I'm afraid you won't see it." Bandit Tang said, "Come on, let's have a battle between men. Between you and me, let's fight to the death."

"Okay." Wuying agreed readily.

Although he is a killer, he really wants to have a good fight with this treacherous and cunning wasteland refugee.

He wanted to see if his long sword was sharper, or the dagger in his hand was faster.

After getting an affirmative answer from the other party, Tang Bandit charged towards Wuying with a dog-leg knife in his hand.

Facing a master of controlling Qi, Wuying will use his whole life's swordsmanship to face the powerful enemy with all his concentration.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow whizzed over and stabbed into his neck.

"madness."

The smile on Wuying's face solidified.

He is wearing a full set of nano defense armor, which makes it difficult for swords and arrows to penetrate him. Even powerful bullets cannot harm him at all.

At most, the neck will be hit by some gravity.

But what is going on?

He reached out and touched his neck, and his hands were actually covered with sticky liquid. What was even more strange was that the short arrow that should have fallen to the ground was still stuck in his neck.

The old man held a dark medium-sized sword in his arms, sneered again and again, and said, "I don't believe my arrows can't kill people."

thump!

Wuying's face was full of unwillingness, and he staggered forward two steps, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

Tang Bandi's body suddenly stopped when he was halfway through, walked to Wuying, carefully tested it, and touched his chest with his hand. After confirming that he was dead and couldn't work any harder, he smiled. He looked at the old man curiously and said, "How's it going? I'm pretty good at attacking with this move, right?"

"My move to fish in troubled waters is just right."

"If I didn't show my strength first, and then attract his attention, how would you have a chance to shoot him?"

"If my arrows are inaccurate and the penetrating power is not enough, I'm afraid you will be beaten into a pig's head right now."

"We haven't fought yet, how do we know the outcome?"

"Do you still need to beat? May I not know how many catties you have?"

"Then how much do I weigh?"

The two people who had cooperated tacitly just now looked at each other with disgust, and then turned their faces away.

Tang Bandit pulled Xiaopang up from the ground, helped to wipe the dust off his buttocks, and said complainingly: "It's not like you don't know your abilities, why do you have to rush in front every time? What if someone gets hurt? What to do? Do you know how dangerous that sword was just now?"

"I know." Xiaopang smiled honestly, letting bandit Tang chatter in his ears.

"Know it and still do it? Are you stupid?"

"Brother, I'm not stupid." Xiaopang looked at Tang Bandit with a smile and said, "I know you are better than me, but I have a lot of brute strength. We don't know whether these new people are strong or not, so ."

"So you want to take the lead for me and try their depth with a few hammers?"

Xiaopang nodded shyly and said, "I also thought about smashing him to death, but I didn't succeed."

Tang Bandit patted Xiaopang's shoulder hard and said, "Don't do this kind of thing again, it's too dangerous. Have you forgotten our family rules?"

"Brother, I remember."

"Recite it again."

"Fight if you win, run if you can't win."

"Yes, you have to be flexible. Look at the cooperation between me and your brother just now. It was perfect and impeccable." The old man came over with the giant sword in his arms and said proudly: "Just a little grandmaster, we two And kill him too."

"I'm stupid and can't learn." Xiaopang told the truth.

The old man sighed, touched the little fat man's head, and said, "That's true."

Then he wiped the hand that touched the little fat man's head on the little fat man's clothes in disgust, and said angrily: "You should wash your hair too. The oil on your head is even oilier than the barbecue I just ate." "

"Hey, hey, wait for the big brother to wash it first. I will wash it after the big brother has finished washing it." Xiaopang said with a smile.

"Fool!"

The old man cursed.

Fenghuang, who had just killed Wufeng, came over, his eyes playfully flicking over the faces of Bandit Tang and the old man, not even letting go of the little fat man sitting on the ground.

Sure enough, on the old land, there is no good person.

"Sister Phoenix." Xiaopang took the initiative to greet her.

The old man tugged on the little fat man's arm and asked, "Are you full?"

The little fat man felt it carefully and said, "I'm eighty percent full."

"Come on, let's go eat. Only when we are full will we have the strength to fight."

"Do you still want to fight?" Xiaopang was shocked.

He doesn't like to be disturbed when eating, as it will interrupt his flowing rhythm.

"What if someone comes to attack us? Be prepared." The old man said.

Xiaopang thought it made sense. It was idle anyway, so he might as well go and eat something.

Fenghuang stared into Tang Bandi's eyes and said in a faint voice: "Mr. Tang Bandit, won't you give me an explanation?"

(ps: I heard that everyone knows magic today, and every monthly ticket voted for Lao Liu will become two...)