Assassin Landlord & Beauty Tenants - Chapter 72

Chapter 72—The Evil

As everyone knows, the fat body is relatively large. If the two hands are moved together, there will be a relatively large gap between the two hands. At the moment when Mu Tianzun appears in this gap, the originally arched leg is instantly stretched, such as a spring. In general, the slamming sound penetrated into the gap, and the gap was too big, so that Mu Tianzun’s iron fist also rushed up.

A general trick of Lushan Shenglongba directly hit Liu's chin. The fat layer of Liu Xingfu's chin dispels its strength, but it is also beaten by the fat, just when the fat flutters, it is exposed. The neck under the cover of fat meat! Mu Tianzun is another punch, go to the neck!

Just then, the change is protruding!

Liu Xingfu’s hands were suddenly combined, and Mu Tianzun was hugged in an instant. The powerful force oppressed Mu Tianzun’s body, which reduced the strength of Mu Tianzun’s hand. When he hit Liu’s neck, he could only watch Look at the fat in the neck, but for the throat, it is not much destructive.

"Haha, come and hug your brother." Liu Xingfu clasped his hands, just like a giant python tied the prey. Mu Tianzun exclaimed, his hands were struggling, but the power of Liu Xingfu was getting bigger and bigger. Mu Tianzun punched his fist toward Liu Xingfu's face. Liu Xingfu simply shook his sway and occasionally was hit a few times, but it was also innocuous, just some purple. But Mu Tianzun couldn't stand it anymore. The strength of Liu Xingfu's hand was getting bigger and bigger. The thick fat pressure he couldn't breathe. He seemed to be able to hear the abnormal sound of his bones.

If you go on like this, you have to be killed by him!

Mu Tianzun seems to have made up his mind to make all the strength. One of the fierce feet, the knee suddenly hit the root of Liu Xingfu's happiness, although the root of happiness is long on the battlefield, but it can not reach the reinforced iron bone, and the fat can not grow there, so this is a knee Suddenly, if he was struck by lightning, the strength of his hand was reduced. Mu Tianzun took advantage of this gap and earned his hands and finally escaped the arms of Liu Xingfu.

"My grass, you are really insidious." Liu Xingfu bowed his waist, hands guarding the lower body, and the fat of his face was twisted together. "Reminder of the Dragon List master, the Dragon List master has the monkey to catch the peach this trick? If Laozi can not be sexually good, I must let you sing a good backyard flower."

Mu Tianzun has no embarrassed look. After all, this is a downfall. As long as he can win, he will be in charge. Instead, he was ill and asked for his life. Mu Tianzun was accelerating. He was also a whip leg. He hit Liu Liufu’s head. Liu Xingfu had only one hand to block it. The body was knocked back a few steps, stepping on the floor step by step. It’s really like a thunder.

Mu Tianzun was waving iron fists. The speed of Liu Xingfu suddenly slowed down. Several people were beaten by Mu Tianzun. The slow fat could not all be exhausted. The face was tight and a blood was sprayed out.

"Dry!" Liu Xingfu shouted, the pain under him has recovered, and he can make a full effort to fight with Mu Tianzun. Two people are on the stage, you come to me, and there is a voice of Liu Xingfu, which is five minutes. This is over.

"Stop." White beard old man shouted. The two men have already reached the rise at this time, but they did not listen to the command of the white-bearded old man. The white-bearded old man’s brow wrinkled and jumped into the battle group. The two men’s attacks were all taken down, and there was a turbulent flow in the air.

"All told you to stop, and then directly count the loss." White beard old man said.

The two had to stop, and the old man knew that he couldn’t just provoke it.

"This time, Mu Tianzun wins, advances to the fifth, Liu Xingfu retreats to the sixth, and the rewards of the two return to Beijing."

Liu Xingfu looked a little indignant, just jealous of this white beard old man, but had no choice but to step down.

"Mu Tianzun, whether to challenge Chen Daoling." White beard asked. The winner is eligible to continue to challenge.

"No." Mu Tianzun shook his head. He was already injured. It was the time when he won the victory. He only had a three-point winning odds. Now he has no chance of winning. There is no need to challenge.

The white-bearded old man nodded and cried. "Since you don't challenge, then Chen Daoling, you can challenge the Dragon List third, evil."

Chen Daoling nodded and jumped gently. As a leisurely walk, he came to the boxing ring from a distance.

"The third place in the Dragon List? Which?" Zhao Tiezhu looked around and did not see anyone going to the stage.

"I don't know, the top three of the Dragon List are very mysterious." Lei Zi replied.

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked around forty years old took a relaxed footstep and walked to the stage. This person seems to have little difference from ordinary people. It is like a passer-by, and his body is even more imposing.

"This is a master?" Zhao Tiezhu doubts.

The people under the stage have become accustomed to it. Chen Daoling’s face is calm and he will carry an ancient sword behind him. He said to the faint evil: "Come on."

That sinful smile. After the white beard's old man shouted, a flash appeared in front of Chen Daoling.

Speed ​​is not fast, just a simple step.

Chen Daoling is like an enemy, holding a sword with a single, simple drawing circle, hehe.

The temperament of the prototype Taiji imprinted by the long sword was completely intact under the simple punch of evil spirits. Chen Daoling is still slowly drawing a circle, and walking at the foot of the Eight Diagrams, Zhao Tiezhu has an illusion, as if everything around the world is merged with his sword and is drawn into the circle that does not exist at all. It is a return to the truth. The breath is a tolerance for the world.

The evil spirit snorted: "I didn't expect your mood to improve so much."

Chen Daoling still does not care, the sword in his hand is slow and fast, people breathe, not free to follow the rhythm of the sword, sometimes rush, sometimes gentle.

I am in his hand, but it can't last ten minutes! Zhao Tiezhu’s face is heavy.

There was a trace of blur in Lei Zi’s eyes. Chen Daoling’s martial arts has reached a realm, a realm that he can only look up to.

"Just let me break your state of mind." 琅 单 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一A few steps, the face turned red again.

Suddenly, the evil spirits stepped forward, and suddenly, the Taiji sword, like the dragons that went out to the sea, burst forth with dragons and rushed toward the evil spirits with dazzling cold light.

A sinful smile at the corner of the mouth, a pair of fingers.

boom.

The tip of the sword was pointed by the evil spirits. It was like the antelope being bitten by a crocodile.

"The mood is enough, but the strength is not enough. If you were not injured in the same year, I will be hurt." Yan sighed and sighed, pointing at the tip of the sword. The ancient sword screamed and Chen Daoling tried to catch Living in the hilt, it is just the strength of the force, combined with the unique artistic conception of the evil spirits, completely smashing his Taiji artistic conception, the ancient sword flew a few meters, the whole body of the sword was plunged into the floor, showing the sharpness of the sword.