From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

Sometimes it is like this, strategy and insidiousness both mean that a person is extremely intelligent, but there is no unified scale for this degree.

But when both sides are wise, the one who is at the bottom of the boat will win. Although it will be scarred, it is better than death.

Ling Fei exudes a strong almost substantive evil spirit, which is the invisible medal he has fought in the sea of ​​swords and blood all these years.

When anger rushed into his forehead, he moved.

There was a slight shake of the shoulders, and with a whoosh, the second Ling Fei appeared not far behind Booker, and after another shake, the third Ling Fei appeared, standing in front of Momo, facing the impact of Booker The figure rushed up.

Shunpo!

Booker's evil smile froze on his face, he couldn't figure out how this kid suddenly became so powerful, but now he had no time to think about it.

Seeing the crystal stump getting bigger and bigger in his pupils, Booker let out a roar, took a breath, and danced his fists like a windmill.

Countless fist shadows took shape in an instant, and Booker continued to punch without reservation. The fist shadows gathered more and more, turning into a surface, and finally formed a sea of ​​green mist, carrying strong winds, crying ghosts and wolves, like a ghost Like a ghost, Ling Fei was enveloped in an instant.

The green mist is like a sea, and under the collision of various fist shadows with different speeds, the green mist is stirred up and roared, just like the waves in a tsunami, surging and fierce.

After a while, the roaring sea of ​​green mist tumbled for a while before gradually returning to calm.

When it's over, Booker has a sneer on his face. This light and shadow iron fist has been immersed in his kung fu for twenty years, and he can pinch it accurately, especially the combination of boxing and shadow skills he developed.

It seems that the composition of this sea of ​​fists is just denser fist shadows, but in fact, the speed of the fists is extremely demanding, and a seemingly irregular fist formation will be formed.

Once it is wrapped in it and touches the fist shadow on a certain trajectory, when the fist shadows in the fist formation collide with each other, they will turn into scattered energy, like a turbulent flow, criss-crossing, the energy is wanton, and the destructive power is even more difficult to defend.

This is more than that, when the strength of the fist is broken, the scattered strength will also trigger the destruction of other fist shadows, just like a warehouse full of explosives, it will produce a chain reaction, and the power will double.

If you want to blame, blame you for being too arrogant.

Although the green mist has decreased a bit, it is still imposing like a rainbow, and continues to spread outward, rushing towards Momo.

Momo's face turned pale, the green mist opened its mouth like a monster, and it might devour her completely at any time, but she is more worried about Ling Fei now.

The calm sea of ​​green fog continued to spread forward. Booker put his arms around his shoulders and sneered. The overall situation was settled. Even if Momo was severely injured, it didn't matter. As long as he breathed a sigh of relief, he would have a way to get the whole set of inheritance.

As for Bella on the other side, maybe it would be good to take it home and give it to the master, Buck thought as he squinted his eyes comfortably.

It's just that he didn't notice that the bottom layer of the mist trembled slightly from time to time, the magnitude was not large, but it was very strange

"Bang bang bang!!!"

A series of low-pitched explosions sounded, and Booker had just assumed a defensive posture when a big hand descended from the sky, grasping his forehead with five fingers, and lifted him up.

"Uh...uh...you, you!"

Booker let out an unbelievable roar, his eyes were full of fear, and a pair of purple cold eyes were getting bigger and bigger in his pupils.

Every time he enters this state of emptiness, Ling Fei's thoughts will be particularly clear. It is obviously triggered by anger, but he is no longer influenced by emotions unexpectedly, and becomes extremely calm, or ruthless.

After a while of groping at the beginning and taking a few blows, he quickly found the pattern of the seemingly chaotic boxing formation. Even without the help of the evolved pupil technique, he also found the faintly visible fist formation. The gap track, but it seems that the price paid is a little bigger than imagined.

The body is like a loach, wriggling in the dangerous shadow of the fist, and the figure poses a twisted and exaggerated shape from time to time, making the stiff muscular body suddenly become full of flexibility.

When he rushed out of this green sea of ​​fists, he saw the opponent's face that was flaunting his strength without any sense of beauty. When he saw this stinky face, he decided to teach this guy a lesson, so he stepped forward , five fingers spread out and firmly clasped the somewhat annoying face door.

Although he is not affected by any emotions at all now, it is really uncomfortable to watch.

"Well, I admit that I'm a little arrogant, but it's not a problem to deal with a small guy like you. After all, I still have to thank you. So, how should I torture you?"

Ling Fei's indifferent self-questioning made Booker shudder uncontrollably.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, Booker pretended to be confident and asked:

"Do you still have time to relax here? Hey, look behind you. My sea of ​​fists is moving very fast."

Ling Fei pouted:

"So what, it's none of my business."

After speaking, the strength in his hands increased a little, and his fingers were deeply embedded in Booker's flesh.

"Ah! Are you really disregarding the life and death of that little girl?"

Booker could no longer maintain his composure, and reminded with difficulty while holding back the pain.

The purple eyes stared at Booker's distorted face, and said flatly:

"If she dies, I'll just avenge her."

Said lightly, confidently.

Booker was a little dazed, the other party's strange appearance, and the conversation up to now, were all weird, and for a moment he even forgot that his hands were actually free.

Booker wanted to say something, but his face couldn't help but change. A sharp pain came from his leg, he clenched his teeth, and subconsciously raised his fist and smashed Ling Fei's face.

The fist castrated extremely quickly, and Booker felt the hand holding his head loosen, and the strength in his hand was a little faster.

Pfft, as if a blister had been punctured, Ling Fei's face was hit hard with his fist.

It's just that Booker didn't show a happy expression, but looked a little confused, which felt a little weird.

Soon, he became furious, because Ling Fei's disgusting face in front of him began to distort, melt, and then just disappeared. No wonder there was no real sense of fist hitting the flesh, it turned out to be just an afterimage !

Looking down at the big blood hole at the mouth of the bowl on his leg, a chill came to his heart.

"Hey, look up, don't you want to see the fruits of your masterpiece?"

A cold reminder came from behind, as if whispering in his ear, Booker's body froze, and he wanted to turn around immediately, but he also knew that the other party was so close to him, if he made any small moves, he might be killed first Lose.