The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

Qingkuang dodged left and right, his body kept dodging in the fine gaps, avoiding the strong winds.

The humanoid monster kicked its feet on the ground, and its figure was as fast as lightning. It instantly rushed towards Qingkuang who had just avoided a blast of wind, and his palm slapped down hard.

The thick palm oppressed the air and crackled like firecrackers, and the cold claws contained sharp power.

Just feeling that aura is shocking. The strength of Linghuang's junior powerhouse has been exerted to the extreme. If it is real, even if it is crazy, the only result is death.

Qingkuang's beautiful eyes opened, and he took a slight step with his left foot, avoiding the sharp claws of the opponent the moment he avoided the strong wind. [

The cold, dagger-like paws brushed past Qingkuang's ears, and the cold aura made Qingkuang's hairs stand on end.

A strand of jet-black hair fluttered down with the wind.

Qingkuang's slender legs were violently kicked out, and they kicked hard on the crotch of the humanoid monster.

A force poured into the body of the humanoid monster along the maddened soles of its feet. With that force, the whole person flipped up in the air, and a swallow turned over and landed firmly on the ground.

The humanoid monster was also repelled by Qingkuang's violent blow, but before he could stand still, he kicked his feet on the ground and rushed towards Qingkuang again.

The two palms of the humanoid monster waved airtightly, and the terrifying claws turned into sharp winds that surged madly.

Those thick and powerful legs are also like scissors, sweeping towards Qingkuang from time to time.

The humanoid monster seemed to be going crazy. It kept attacking, and every blow contained terrifying power. It could penetrate trees, crack rocks, and turn trees into dust.

A fierce and domineering aura filled every corner of the forest.

Qingkuang didn't attack rashly again. When he didn't find the opponent's weakness, even attacking was a waste of strength.

The defensive power of the opponent's layer of leather armor is really powerful and terrifying.

Qingkuang's body turned into phantoms, using his speed to the extreme, avoiding the opponent's full blow with the smallest steps, his eyes were fixed on the movements of the humanoid monster, trying to find the opponent's flaws.

The ferocious attack of the humanoid monster did not penetrate at all. At the end of the attack, it became more and more violent. Every blow was missed, making the humanoid monster almost crazy. A pair of bloodthirsty red lights burst out from the eyes, and the speed increased a little again.

In the end, it turned into two afterimages that flickered continuously in the forest, and the big trees were broken and broken, and the ground was full of ravines.

They are all masterpieces of humanoid monsters, Qingkuang can only passively defend and dodge.

Qing Kuang pressed tightly on the string ink with one hand, and a slender finger hooked up a string, and a drop of scarlet blood flowed on it.

The ancient martial power in Qingkuang's body had already reached its peak, pouring into his fingers, waiting for an opportunity to strike with all his strength.

Slowly, the speed of the humanoid monster slowed down. After all, maintaining such a high-intensity attack consumes the same huge amount.

Suddenly, Qingkuang's eyes lit up. [

When the ferocious leg of the humanoid monster swept out, Qing Kuang moved to the left to avoid it, and saw a small white mark on the waist of the humanoid monster.

The imprint was only the size of a thumbnail, hidden among the blue-black scales.

If it weren't for the humanoid monster's movement too much just now, exposing itself, Qingkuang himself would never be able to find out.