death train

Ruins, front street.

Xia Youran's face is obviously stunned. Ye Yue's palm is like a black hole. She even inhales her own light.

You know, that knife is not ordinary, if you look around the stone house, there is no doubt that a knife can easily cut the stone house into two sections, but ye Yue is so easy to resist.

The most important thing is, this is a chance of melee attack!

Is it so powerful?

As long as you open your mouth, you can't rebel?

How can we fight?

"Push!"

Xia leisurely forward, ye Yue casually push forward, directly pressed on Xia leisurely's abdomen, it seems that there is no force at all, but Xia leisurely's body is flying back out, hard fall in the distance.

Fortunately, at the moment of landing, Xia Youran propped up the ground with his palm, and his body bounced up and stood firm again.

Xia Youran looks gloomy, and then quickly tells himself that the previous guess is wrong, never just open his mouth, can decide everything.

Otherwise, why should ye Yue push herself away again, still keeping a distance?

The shortcomings of Superman will not change. It must be physical and close combat. As long as you keep close, you will be able to find the chance of a fatal blow.

Xia leisurely thought and moved forward again.

"Goblin!" Xia leisurely lightly drinks a way: "break empty!"

Xia Youran once again waved a knife forward, and then the scarlet half moon knife light appeared, and walked toward the front, cutting a huge crack in the ground and pushing forward.

"The prophet!"

Ye Yue stretched out her finger, pointed to her head, and then took a step toward the side to avoid the knife light.

Ye Yue raised her head and said, "you will approach from the side and then cut from the bottom up, right?"

The Kung Fu of Ye Yue's speech, Xia Youran really took advantage of the cover of Dao Guang, approached Ye Yue from the side, and then swept out from the bottom up.

Xia leisurely's eyes are full of consternation, and even have no time to care whether his knife is hit, because ye Yue is right!

The ability to predict the future?

Ye Yue seemed to know Xia Youran's idea and said with a smile, "this is the prophet!"

The leaf month foot tip a bit, floats in the air, then the body moves backward, easily avoids the summer leisurely attack.

Although Superman's melee ability is very poor, if you know in advance where the opponent will attack and what kind of attack posture he will take, you will have no reason to be hit if you have practiced everything in your mind.

Xia Youran clenches his teeth, and fails to hit the target. The blade changes abruptly and splits towards Ye Yue again.

"Goblin!" Xia leisurely said: "nine tails!"

Xia leisurely sweeps out with a knife. The moment that the light of the knife appears, it explodes like fireworks. It is directly divided into nine paths and shrouds towards Ye Yue.

Xia Youran's eyes flashed the meaning of yin and cold, even if he had the ability to predict the future and knew how to attack, but this knife covered a large area of the position, and there was no gap at all. Even if he could predict in advance, it was useless. How to escape was the key.

And then

Ye Yue gives the answer!

"Fly

Ye Yue waved her hands to both sides, and the wind flowed behind her, which seemed to be invisible to the naked eye, and then gathered behind Ye Yue, forming the shape of wings.

Ye Yue's body suddenly flew up into the air, about five or six meters above the ground, avoiding all the differentiated nine Dao lights.

Ye Yue looked down and said, "you are not my opponent!"

……

Ruins, Southeast house group!

Morrison's aura seemed to be very strong in a moment.

However, gas field, oppression and other things are useless to Feilong. Even the props from the death train have similar effects, which have no effect on Feilong.

Therefore, IQ problem is not entirely the defect of fat dragon, at least for this kind of ability, Fat Dragon belongs to innate immunity.

Looking at Morrison coming towards him, Feilong didn't hesitate. He directly raised the palm of the palm fan and covered Morrison.

Feilong's attack is actually very simple. It's always so simple.

But sometimes, simple is the best.

Simple and rough, crushing the opponent, this is the battle of Feilong, and it is also the most suitable battle for Feilong.

But this time, Feilong failed!

Morrison looks at Fat Dragon's slap with a lingering fear, because he has been patted out by that slap more than once.

But this time, instead of dodging, Morrison took a deep breath. The muscles of his body suddenly tensed, and the lines of the muscles seemed to be edge by edge, very clear and conspicuous. It seemed that at this moment, Morrison's muscle density was madly compressed.

Bang!

The next moment, Feilong slapped Morrison and made a dull sound.Morrison didn't fly as easily as before. He just shook his body.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Morrison said with a wild smile: "this is hard Qigong, which can improve my physical fitness several times in an instant. Now it's my turn."

As Morrison said this, he seemed to hold his breath, and then hit Fat Dragon with his fist.

Feilong doesn't mean to give way. His fighting is always like this!

Dodge?

No need!

Block?

No need!

For Feilong, the battle is always very simple, either kill the opponent or be killed by the opponent!

That's all!

Bang!

Morrison punched Fat Dragon in the face and sent him out.

With Fat Dragon's weight of at least 300 Jin and fat physique, it's a shocking thing to be blown out with one punch. The visual effect is really terrible.

Because this kind of body shape is extremely difficult to fly, and after flying, it looks particularly shocking.

Morrison at the moment is also a happy face, was fat dragon beat again and again, and now finally his turn!

"Fat man!"

Looking at the Fat Dragon twisting his body and slowly getting up from the ground, Morrison suddenly looks ferocious, grabs the Fat Dragon's hair, and then raises his fist.

Bang!

"Wasn't it nice to hit me before?"

Bang!

"Who killed who!"

Bang!

"Fatso, you're done here!"

Morrison grabs Fat Dragon's hair and blows one after another. His fists keep hitting Fat Dragon's face. With each blow, Fat Dragon's face will be splashed with bright red blood.

In the blink of an eye, Morrison didn't know how many punches he made. Feilong's face had been dyed red with blood.

Morrison showed his pride, as long as the real thing, this is not his opponent.

And then

Morrison watched in amazement as Feilong opened his purse and took out a few pieces of chocolate from it. After tearing the wrapping paper apart at one time, he stuffed it into his mouth.

The Fat Dragon chewed and said, "I'm a little hungry."