Thriller Paradise

Ping-

The hand of the seven kills was collected in time, and the palm of the hand under the protection of the steel lock glove caught the sleeve sword steadily.

"There is nothing wrong with this." In the eyes of the seven killers, the cold eyes cast, it seems to be proclaiming... he must be serious.

Xiao sighs his wrist and breaks his sleeve sword, breaks away from the opponent's control, and returns to his claws and slashes away.

boom--

This is the sound of a fist hitting the flesh.

But it sounds like it is more like a moving car hitting a cow.

Xiaoshen’s hand just lifted up, and the seven-killed fist had hit him on his chest.

This fist is sent first, as fast as lightning.

A large mouthful of blood spouted from the mouth of Wang Sigh, and his figure fell backwards.

At this moment, everyone who watched this game was silent, and they looked at the screen with a breathless look, reminiscing about the horrible blow.

This fist of the Seven Kills is not a skill, he just opened his own soul - "to the boxing"

The effect of this soul is simple and straightforward, that is, it allows him to play "the strongest punch that can be played with his own ability", and can be regarded as a weakened version of the "extreme efficiency".

Of course, the effect is weak and the consumption is less. The mental energy consumption after the seven kills opened the "to the boxing" state is naturally not as high as the rain.

A night breeze stroking the wilderness...

Xiao sighed on the ground, his survival value was 36%, the broken rib cut the viscera, so that he was attached with a "bleeding" effect that could not be relieved with a bandage.

The blow just now has almost shattered his victory.

At the moment of being hit, Xiaoshen’s breathing and blood are all like ice and snow. In his eyes, at that moment, the time seemed to be still... He didn't even feel the pain, only the scene in sight was stagnant, and then. It fluttered back and forth... When it came back to God, it fell to the ground, and the pain in the whole body was bursting up.

Fear... is so familiar, he seems to have experienced this. It was a long time ago... He also fell to the ground like this, helplessly watching a tall figure coming towards himself.

The feeling of deja vu, so vague, so clear...

............

Ten years ago, the city.

In an alley, four punks of about twenty years old are encircling a junior high school student who is much thinner than them.

In the corner of this dead end. Also curled up another boy wearing a junior high school uniform. It was a child with a slightly fat, freckled face. His expression was full of fear and cringe, even though he knew that the violence in front of him was caused by himself, but he did not dare to say half a word.

"Cut... It seems that there has been no reaction," said one of the people in the mix.

Another person answered, "Is it just a junior in the junior high school, and I dare to take care of Laozi’s business?"

The besieged teenager was lying on the ground at this time and had been unable to move, but he had not completely fainted.

The four saw the situation, stopped the punches and kicks, and rushed out to smoke.

"Hey... fat man." A punk turned to the boy in the corner. "do you know him?"

"No... don't know." The fat man replied slyly.

"Ha!" The man heard the words and slammed the young man on the ground. "tmd! It’s a disease, when you are a hero? Hahaha..."

"Call..." The companion next to him spit out the flue. "I have only heard of heroes saving the United States. I have never seen a hero to save a pig."

When this statement came out, the four people laughed loudly.

A few seconds later, one of them sipped at the ground. I stepped on the head of the boy on the ground. "Boy, you really have a kind of thing. I dare to come over..." He pointed the fat man in the corner with a finger that was holding a cigarette. "The kid is willing to withdraw money from us." Machine, shut you down tm!"

It turned out that the boy who was beaten was seeing the four gangsters in blackmailing others and trying to come and drink them.

"Hey! Wait, I just found out that this kid's shoes are famous brands." One person said, "This is more than a thousand pieces."

"I am... can't it be fake?" Another humanity.

"Oh...not like." The humane said, "You see this kid is pure and white, except that the school uniform is a famous brand..." He paused and sneered. "It’s a bad guy’s son." ?"

"Oh, rich second generation?" Another humanity.

"Oh... this young master, must you feel that you are noble?" A gangster crouched down and grabbed the boy's hair. "I am the one who looks down on you with the hypocritical dog thing." He got up and walked a few steps. , smashed a rusty iron pipe.

"Hey... you don't have to make a life." Even his acquaintances were a little bit flustered. After all, the boy had been beaten to be shocked, and then hit hard with hard objects, I am afraid there will be an accident.

"Oh... rest assured." The gangster took the iron pipe and walked toward the teenager, sneer. "Gao Fushuai, do you like heroes, and the limelight? Is it ruining your face today, so that you will not be handsome later?" Get up," he said, raising the iron pipe...

five minutes later……

Wearing the same uniform as Wang Xi’s uniform, it appeared in the alley. He still has a word in his mouth. "Ah... it was left to copy the book... Xiaoshen should have gone back by himself..."

His mind was screaming, his eyes glanced in the lane inadvertently, and this eye almost made the blood of the whole body back.

He saw... his buddy, Wang Sigh, was holding an iron pipe and slamming the head of an adult.

The adult lay down on the ground, his right leg was groaning, twitching... but he didn't make any noise, maybe... there was no sound.

In the alley, there are three other adults, each with blood on their face and lying on the ground. Their limbs showed a very strange bend, obviously it was completely broken...

"Hey! Hey!" Feng did not feel squatting while rushing forward.

The little sighs looked up and looked at him.

That scene, I still haven't forgotten it... It is an expression that he has never seen on the face of Wang Sigh.

The face was calm and stunned. It seemed to be a red dust and a vicissitudes of life. This is not a look that a teenager should have.

The blood dripping on the cheeks still didn't dry up, but he didn't care... and did not pity the irons to the head of an unresisting person again and again.

I couldn’t help but see the score. In the pupil of Wang Sigh’s, there was a red smudge...

............

"I didn't expect you to be forced to use this trick..." Seven kills and sighed. "This is the card to be prepared for the battle of the butterfly..." He sighed. "It is worthy of praise. But... I still have to say a word... In terms of fighting, I don’t think I will lose to anyone, so... I can’t help it!”

He raised his arm and sighed at the small sigh on the ground.

But... this punch is also empty.

"Well?" Seven kills, "Can you move..." He looked up and looked for his opponent's position. "Or should you say... Have you given up yet?"

"Oh..." Sneering, weird sneer, "Do you think you can't lose anyone in fighting?" Xiao sang's tone changed and became extravagant. "Is it by you?" (To be continued.)