From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 167 Battle God experience in hand.

"I said you were worried for nothing, right?"

Leng Kong looked at Zhu Mei, "If there is such a violent monster, they are in no danger."

"Hmph, what a violent monster, I'm a beautiful girl!"

Sha Cangxiang wrinkled his nose and snorted coldly, and then just like Cai Yexiang, Gina rushed over,

"Zhu Mei, you're worried about us."

"Uh-huh."

"Me too!"

The four little ones reunited, huddled together excitedly, and left greasy fingerprints on Zhu Mei's clothes with fingers with snack residue.

"Is the cold air coming?"

Hearing the sound, Himuro Ryo with his arms dangling and Xiaoyu on crutches appeared at the door.

"Yo, not bad!"

"You are well protected!"

Seeing that there was no trace of fighting on the two of them, Leng Kong teased.

"Let's not talk about this, okay?"

Bingshi's cold face collapsed in an instant, and Xiaoyu turned back to the room silently, unable to chat today.

It's not that the two of them don't get on, but
It's the violent girls who resist the big pillars, and there is no room for them to display them.

"By the way, have you guys seen my sister?"

After the joy, Zhu Mei asked the little sister.

"Chairman Ziyin?"

Yasakura clicked his chin, "When there was no turmoil ahead, Boss Jian said that President Katahara summoned all the company presidents to the top conference room. Your sister should be there too!"

"It's easy to know where it is."

Leng Kong nodded, "Zhu Mei, stay with Xiang and the others, I'll go up and have a look."

Looking at the big steel rod leaning against the corridor, Leng Kong expressed his peace of mind.

"Okay, Leng Jun, you pay attention to safety."

Zhu Mei also knew that being by Leng Kong's side would drag Leng Kong down, so she should be very well-behaved.

"That, Leng Kong, we will accompany you to save people"

Ryo Himuro, who has always had no sense of existence, spoke to Xiaoyu.

"you?"

Leng Kong glanced at Bingshiliang's severed hand and Xiaoyu's crutch, and said speechlessly, "No, I don't want to take care of you both."

After Zhu Mei was settled, how could Leng Kong be willing to bring two more burdens?

With a wave of his hand, he walked through the corridor to the next floor.

There were a lot of white suits in groups on the way. Leng Kong ignored the small blades in their hands after seeing them, and turned on Wushuang to mow the grass.

"Ah!!"

"Can't cut it with a knife?

"The monster is a monster!"

"Woooo. I want to go home!"

"Mom, save me!"

Bang bang bang!
The blood flew violently, and there were waves of horrific wailing in the corridor.

"Is this the only level?"

Shaking the blood-soaked arm in the cold air felt very unpleasant.

So weak that he couldn't even find a person who was punched by him.

"So, where are everyone?"

Leng Kong stared at the building structure diagram posted on the corridor wall, and Ziyin was in the VIP meeting room on the top floor, and he was going to harvest the fighters who hadn't got it yet.

In fact, there are not many of them. So far, the physical characteristics are only inferior to Sabine's "reinforced iron frame" and Ganaker's "turtle back" characteristics.

Only the experience body that can be seen is left,

A small universe with the profound meaning of "field",
"Chiron" Nikaido who attacks with sound waves,

The "immortal art" at the top of the distance control first sees the spring,

Gaoran, the God of Fighting who is the pinnacle of strike skills,

The ultimate martial artist, Uncle Kuroki.

In this way, there are really not many left.

On the way, Leng Kong went to the rest room of several people, but he couldn't find anyone, and he didn't know where Piao went.

But fortunately, the cold air has abnormal-level echolocation,
Ears pricked up, listening carefully to the various sounds in the building. Although the ability has only been acquired for a few days, it is impossible to generate specific images of many characters in the brain, but
But it's definitely right to go to the place where the fighting sounds are the loudest, because no one except the fighters can make such a big noise when the black suit is completely defeated.

Sure enough, after turning a few corridors, they saw Gaoran and Adam, who had lost one hand, fighting against an impenetrable white suit wielding a sword.

This white suit seemed to be pretty strong, and it could single out Gaoran and Adam with a sword, and the large group of white suits standing behind couldn't get in their hands.

"Well, is it cold air?"

Gaoran and Adam immediately distanced themselves from the white suit when they heard footsteps.

"Leng Kong, hurry up and help, this person is very tricky."

Adam looked at the cold air expecting to make a sound,

While speaking, he did not forget to tightly cover his waist with his hands. He was just slashed by the white suit (Long Min), the cut was a bit big, and his face turned pale with blood.

"Tricky?"

"That's to put it aside first."

Leng Kong shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes stopped on Gaoran, the God of War.

"What's the meaning?"

Adam was dumbfounded.

Even Long Min in the white suit froze on the spot when he heard this, holding the knife, not knowing whether he wanted to do it or not.

But don't worry, his task is to contain the armed forces of the Kengan Association, so that Hayami has enough time to coerce the Kenwan members, not necessarily to annihilate the fighters.

It's a good way to procrastinate.

"What do you mean? Haha"

Leng Kong looked at Gao Lang, his eyes glowing: "Of course it's because I want to try the combat god's strike skills!"

"Hey, you have to choose a time to go crazy, right?"

Adam said angrily, "Do you think it's appropriate now?"

"What, do you have an opinion?"

Leng Kong poked his gaze over, full of coercion.

"Uh,"

"It's none of my business, what can I say?"

Recalling the powerlessness when he was blasted by the cold air, Adam muttered and took two steps back, directly selling Gaoran who was fighting side by side with him just now.

"Now I have a comminuted fracture in my right fist bone. Not to mention my strength is greatly reduced, my career may be interrupted. Are you sure you are still interested in me?"

Gaoran raised his right fist, which was heavily wrapped in gauze, with a distressed expression.

"You have said so yourself, so it is even more important to fight now."

Leng Kong smiled and said: "Otherwise you really retire, where can I go to experience the peak strike skills?"

Gaorang is the God of Fighting in Thailand, and now his hand is broken. Who knows where he will hide to recuperate after the Desperate Match?

In order to experience the body, Leng Kong can only do it once to take advantage of others.

"Must we fight?"

Gaoran stepped onto the stage with his arms on the stage, his feet pointing to the ground, and his body instinctively assumed a fighting posture.

"You're all set, what else do you ask?"

"here we go!"

Leng Kong moved his center of gravity forward, raised his fist,
However, in order to take care of the disabled, Leng Kong deliberately slowed down the speed.

Bang!
Then he was hit on the nose with a lightning jab by Gaoran, and two tubes of blood flowed out instantly.

But Gaoran's idea of ​​using extreme speed strikes to block the cold air attack also fell through.

Because with this little power, in front of Leng Kong's inhuman constitution, he couldn't even break the defense.

Leng Kong forced his face against his fist and pressed it in violently. When the fist hit, the God of War slid out of the wall for more than ten meters. The back of his head was worn bald.

Gaolan's strike skills are unparalleled, but his physique is really weak.

"Punching people into the air with one punch, is this the pinnacle of combat skills?"

Adam looked at Leng Kong with the eyes of a madman: "Is this completely bullying?"

"Don't worry, I have controlled the strength, and nothing will happen."

Leng Kong rubbed his nose, just because he saw Gaoran crippled a hand, and before hitting him, he punched him deliberately.

It's interesting enough.

(End of this chapter)