Black Wizard Zhu Peng

　　 "A good thing we can't get? Is there a gun?" Hearing Zhu Peng's description, he smiled playfully and asked jokingly.

"There are no ordinary guns, but there are enchanted witchcraft firearms. When a shot is fired, the bullet is attached with voodoo, and there is also a flame explosion. The bullet will explode directly after it hits the target body and stains blood. There are also vitality recovery potions. , Ma Ye drink a bottle, physical fitness can be restored from the age of 70 to the peak of 30 to 40 years old, although the efficacy lasts only one year, but it does not harm the body, and this is a low-level vitality recovery potion... Teacher Kidd Although the slaughter is extremely vicious, but I have to admit that ordinary people on the earth really have no way to get these things he can get." Zhu Peng said that he heard the sloppy and bald old man's eyes shine. He smiled in his heart, but he was sure that he had pulled a group of strong supporters.

Next, sloppy told Zhu Peng about killing the werewolves himself. The process was not complicated. The sloppy himself was not good at telling stories. Therefore, a thrilling fight was made by him in a simple and crude way: a werewolf was somehow in Chinatown. Transformed into form, there was a lot of trouble at the time, and he rushed to kill the werewolf, and the body sank in the river, ending.

　　 Hearing this description, Zhu Peng only felt scratching his head. However, when he was about to ask in detail and dig out as many clues as possible, there was a sudden noise and even fighting outside.

　　 It was not the two doors behind the bald old man who had just walked in, but the side door that Zhu Peng had just walked in. The sound of fighting came from far to near.

　　 Bang, a bunch of thorny ball sledgehammers transformed from thorn plants directly smashed the door through a big hole. In the next instant, a disciple in a battlefield wearing a strong costume smashed the door abruptly and smashed in.

Zhu Peng was closest to the room door, and seeing that disciple smashed in, he pushed forward with his hands and swung his natural arm, then turned his momentum horizontally and gently placed it on the carpet. However, after such a delay, he was sloppy. The silver-haired, red-eyed woman who turned into a black shadow rushed outside the door and rushed up.

　　 He struck the ground with jabs and dashed at his feet. At the moment he threw out, his ferocious spirit was vented, really as if a tiger out of the cage arrogantly.

　　 "Keep your hands..."

　　 Facing the ferocious sloppy, Yi Wen frowned slightly, but she still obediently stepped back from offensive to defense when she heard Zhu Peng's scream.

The hammer of thorns in her hand hovered in a circle, and the densely covered light green energy wall blocked her. Fortunately, in Yiwen’s unbelievable gaze, it would not be broken even when faced with a steel knife. The thorns looked like fragile cardboard under the impact of the middle-aged boxer's fists.

　　 As the fists were facing, all obstacles and cracks were shattered, so that when a sloppy leg swept across, Yi Wen didn't have a trace of defense in front of her.

　　 Facing the heavy leg that was so fierce that it could swipe the lamp post with one blow, the silver-haired female elf gritted her teeth, slammed her head and squatted to prevent her eyes from closing.

　　 bang... Click, click.

　　 After waiting for a long time, the expected pain never came. Yiwen raised her head and opened her eyes hesitantly, but what she saw was the familiar man who stopped in front of her.

At this moment, Zhu Peng's muscles swelled all over his body, and the dark skin of the muscles and muscles that undulated like a dragon, even pierced the placket of his upper body. At this moment, he sealed the middle-aged man's vigorous body with his hands and elbows. Remember to sweep the legs, there is even a faint scarlet blood overflowing at the corner of the mouth.

　　"Wang-Eight-Dan" When Zhu Peng tried to protect herself from injury, Yiwen's eyes were red. She was already burgundy. At this moment, her eyes seemed to be burning. As soon as her left hand stretched out, a pale golden revolver fell into her hand, but the next moment the girl's arm was held by Zhu Peng.

　　 "Don't worry, a little bit of gum bleeding, it's not because of any injury." Zhu Peng loosened his blocked arms, and slowly retracted the heavy leg that was swept out with a strange expression.

　　 "Wudang Chunyang Ancestral Biography, a well-deserved reputation. Junior Brother Zhu, shall we help another day?"

　　 Yiwen doesn't understand anything, but she knows how much she is taking advantage of. Ten punches are not as good as one elbow, and ten elbows are not as good as one knee. Under the same circumstances, the strength of the arm is definitely not as strong as the thigh. However, in the martial arts art, unless you fight for the killer move, there are few high-leg strike techniques in the fist moves. Even the leg skills are mostly the techniques of stepping, stepping, cutting, hooking, and sweeping to attack the enemy's bottom plate. The legs are off the ground, and the body shape is lost and lacks agility. Therefore, unless there is a special situation or a certainty of victory, the arbitrary performance of a leap kick in a confrontation of the same level is approximately equal to one's own death.

　　Of course, the actual combat masters who are really not limited to boxing will also deal with the problem according to the situation. For example, when Zhu Peng faced a few Nords a few days ago, he could naturally perform powerful kicking moves to quickly solve the opponent without danger. Like a sloppy face against Yiwen, who has no ability to resist or even squats with her head on guard, a fierce sweep of her legs can be used without psychological obstacles.

　　 This is the absolute control of the fighting and even fighting scenes of the martial artist. To put it bluntly, it means attacking the weak with the strong, and you can fight whatever you want.

　　 The sloppy heavy leg, under normal circumstances, he would never dare to use Zhu Peng, otherwise he would take a wrong step, Zhu Peng threw him to the ground and absolutely beat him until he died.

However, under abnormal circumstances, Zhu Peng, who was sloppy with a heavy leg, was abruptly blocked by his arms. The sloppy feeling was very clear, as if he had just swept a leg with that leg. The outer iron and inner copper are the strong and tough Taoist clock. Zhu Peng has a solid foundation and a strong pile of strength. The force runs through the inside and outside, so that the force of his leg just eaten with his whole body and then spreads to the ground. It is not a lie that Zhu Peng said to Yi Wen that he was only bleeding from his gums, but that his mouth and teeth were a bit loosened by a sloppy leg shaking, and the pressure of the gums was bleeding.

Facing the sloppy invitation to fight, Zhu Peng waved his hand and refused without hesitation, joking, he found that the servant in front of him seemed to have killed a lot of people recently, a little violent, and when he played with him, he might have become a life-fighting by accident. , It is really unnecessary.

　　 "Brother Tiger, are you embarrassed? Your master of martial arts, who is in the realm of strength, competes with a low hand like me who can't be dark? You taught me it is almost the same."

"It's not the same. You can catch it in a hurry with my full strength. It shows that you are by no means an ordinary peak of Ming Jin. What's more, Junior Brother Zhu, you were a recognized genius in the art world at the time. I played against you, and there was no guarantee of victory. ."

When the two idiots were talking and communicating, suddenly a scream came from far away. This voice was not clear when it passed through the hustle and bustle of the arena. However, the martial artist has a keen sense and the elves are gifted. , So all three of us heard very clearly.

"Ahhhh, don't say anything I don't understand, Zhu Peng." Shouting, Yiwen placed the silver cross in front of Zhu Peng's eyes, and saw a miniature sculpture of a giant wolf on the cross. Blazing like burning up. Not only Zhu Peng, but also the sloppy look at this scene changed.

"I just went to watch the gladiatorial fight. I don't know when it lights up, and I don't know how long it has been on. They came in to find you and they refused, so I put them down." Yi Wen explained the cause and effect. Zhu Peng and sloppy looked at each other, and the two immediately ran in the direction from which the screams came. Yi Wen hurriedly followed, leaving behind all the disciples in the battlefield who had been wounded by her and the broken and messy door.

　　 moved step by step and walked out like a walk. Lord Ma looked at the three people who ran away, frowning, and muttering: "Tiger..."

　　 When Zhu Peng and the three rushed to the place where the screams occurred, many people have now gathered, and a doctor is stopping the bleeding of the attacked and wounded disciple in the battlefield.

This battlefield disciple was not seriously injured. Zhu Peng is a martial arts expert. Naturally, he saw that the knife on his back was only slender, but he didn't cut it into the bones if he was not strong enough, or if he was a master, he would not Will give this battlefield disciple a chance to scream.

"Tiger, Lord Tiger... I was just patrolling here, and then someone stabbed in the back... No, I didn't expect it to alarm your old man." The battlefield disciple is undoubtedly a lower-level disciple. Look at this moment. When the sloppy ran out for his business, he was flattered and stuttered.

　　 (Werewolves shot, so gentle?)

　　 Zhu Peng was puzzled, and when he looked at Yi Wen, he felt a little surprised. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has made several murders of killing the door, suddenly his hands softened?

　　 "You turn over and I will check your wound."

　　 After hesitating for a while, Zhu Peng suddenly walked up to the arena disciple and told him to lie down. Then he used his right index finger and **** to swipe across the slender blade on the back of the disciple in the battlefield. Relying on this connection, Zhu Peng used these days to accumulate and added to the meager fate of changing the fate of Hemei son and daughter. The power of the force slightly pushed the wheel of fortune...

　　 Twisting the blood in his hand, Zhu Peng closed his eyes and vaguely saw a few vague fragments. The past is only, but the future is infinite, so pushing the wheel of fortune is much more expensive than pushing backwards. Fortunately, this happened in a very short time: a casual patrolling arena disciple, a blond girl smiling happily in a row with a black-haired man, a shadow hidden in a dark corner, sneaking close The back knife slashed out... the green wolf pupil hiding in the dark, watching.

　　 just accumulated, the meager power of destiny was exhausted in an instant, but Zhu Peng had already looked sideways and saw his left side diagonally above him, behind the dark plaque, there was a pair of faint green pupils gleaming.

　　 After the master of the green twin pupils and Zhu Peng watched, it turned into a shadow and rushed away in the next moment. However, after catching the opponent, how could Zhu Peng let her leave easily.

　　 "In the room, chase."

After a low drink, Zhu Peng urged his body to jump out. He rushed to the wall and then leaped violently. Both feet stepped on the air-conditioning bellows. After taking advantage of the force, the whole person stepped on the wall. , And then hurriedly pursued in the direction that the black shadow was running. Ma Hu Xiuwei was still above Zhu Peng. He ran directly against the wall, then ran four or five steps on the wall abruptly, and finally grabbed the eaves with both hands, and the whole person turned up the second floor.