Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Through the perspective of the shadow stand-in, Lin Hun looked at the thick black fist ghost rising in front of him, and fell silent.

He didn't expect that he was just fighting a arena, and he could provoke such a level of existence.

Seeing a ghost too.

However, according to the task prompt, this fist ghost will suppress the strength to the same level as the opponent.

Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Although the opponent is a black disaster, he dared to play games of the same level against this kind of weapon.

Then, he will teach the other party what arrogance is the original sin.

"Then fight!"

With a deep voice with a strong sense of warfare, Boxing Ghost smiled.

But at this time, the masked male Sen's cold voice came from the speakers again.

"Fisting ghost, don't make me angry

"What if you provoke you? You come to hit me!"

With impatience on his face, the fist shook his fist casually.

A dark fist shadow flashed in the air.

Bang bang bang!

The air trembled, and all of the so-called speakers in the arena burst in an instant.

Ouch!

In the miserable howl, what fell from the broken speaker was not normal electronic components, but pieces of human tissue.

The human tissues that fell in mid-air convulsed and shrank continuously, and black aura overflowed from these tissues, and gradually condensed in mid-air into a pale mask.

The red light condensed in the eyes of the mask, and finally formed a pair of bloody eyes exuding endless hostility.

"Fisting ghost, don't be overwhelmed!"

Amidst the roar filled with evil thoughts, a lot of heavy pressure was created out of thin air.

In an instant.

The entire arena was covered by this layer of evil thoughts, and a large amount of trickery was directly crushed into meat by this pressure.

The splattered blood was corrupted in mid-air.

A stream of blood rushed toward the mask in midair.

With the influx of blood, the mask became more and more solid.

However, at this moment, a dark iron fist with muscles suddenly appeared in the void.

The iron fist was entwined with bloody arrogance, and he punched the mask in midair with a heavy punch.

Taste!

Although the mist rising from the mask wanted to stop the iron fist.

But in the face of this arrogant fist, this layer and mist are as weak as paper.

It was easily penetrated by an iron fist.

The fist that shattered the mist directly hit the pale mask.

Taste!

A series of fine cracks appeared on the mask, and a large amount of blood with howling human faces flowed out of the mask.

The eyeballs in the mask moved, staring fiercely at the pitch-black fist, and the mask Oman Morihan's voice rang.

"Very well, I remember this punch"/!"

Faced with the hate of the masked man, the iron fist in mid-air responded very simply.

It clenched its fist, slowly firmed its middle finger, and pushed it up.

Expressed cordial greetings to the masked man.

"asshole!"

This international gesture, which is also common in the underworld, broke the mask man's defense.

It is a pity that He, who has been turned into fragments, can do nothing but send out this last rage.

"The guy who got in the way passed it, so it's up to us next.

Putting down the right hand holding the middle finger, the fist ghost opened his mouth and looked at Lin Hun with a grin.

"I don't think you will let me down."

Feeling the strong malice released from the fist ghost, Lin Hun fell silent.

Although the guy in front of him looked full of pride.

But when he looked at himself, his eyes were full of greed looking at prey.

It is clear.

This treacherous obsession with fighting has already regarded him as his favorite prey.

Without speaking, Lin Hun clenched his fists silently.

"Haha! Very good! Then I am coming!"

Seeing his action, the fist ghost let out a wild laugh, his figure flashed, and he rushed to Lin Hun's front.

"Die!

The thick fist clenched and slammed out.

At this moment, Lin Hun felt that the entire space was filled with this huge fist.

The huge pressure caused the shadow doubles covering him to splash with wavy ripples.

"Is this the black disaster?"

Feeling the fist pressure that made him breathless through the shadow double, Lin Hun suddenly realized that he was a little careless.

This black disaster-level boxer ghost, even if it suppresses its strength to the blood-strength level.

His strength is not something that can be countered by the cunningness of a general blood strength level.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Hun did not cover up, and directly released the power of the soul hand.

It's just that he didn't release the soul hand outside, but directly superimposed on the shadow double attached to his body, and merged into the shadow double's hands.

It's like water and ru blending.

The fusion of the soul hand and the shadow double did not produce the slightest rejection.

Even in Lin Hun's perception.

With the fusion of the soul hand and the shadow stand-in, he felt a wonderful satisfaction and completion.

But he was not immersed in this wonderful feeling.

Instead, Ge Ran slammed his fist and defended his fist with a hard punch.

boom!

The twisted aura engulfed the strong spiritual power and spread in all directions.

The broadcaster that bears the brunt suffers first.

A series of huge cracks spread in all directions from where the two were standing.

Streams of blood gushed out from the cracks, and bones continued to drill out of the cracks, trying to escape some kind of restraint.

But as soon as they poked their heads out of the crack, they were blown to pieces by the violent fist wind of the ring, and they couldn't die anymore.

Bang bang bang!

The muffled sound kept coming.

Lin Hun's fist and Kunggui's fist kept colliding.

The surging shock wave surging like a wave (Wang Nuozhao).

The cracking of the broadcasting station became more serious, and the fence around the broadcasting station sent out an overwhelmed twisted moan.

* "Yes! Yes! That's it! Haha! It's really worthy of my optimistic opponent, but he has such power, it's great!"

His fists turned into phantoms, and his hair continued to rise like flames. The fist ghost’s mouth was sprayed with high-temperature foul air, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

He hasn't encountered such an interesting opponent for a long time.

Although this opponent's current strength is very weak, but his strength is very strong.

And that kind of power is very peculiar, somewhat similar to the power of the Hand of Retribution that has disappeared for a long time, and it contains a kind of unexplainable scorching power.

Under the confrontation of this force, even he felt tingling pains from his fists.

But this pain not only didn't make him timid, but made him more excited. .

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