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Chapter 339 Pan Zimu PK Meditation

"Hmph, okay, but you're doomed." Mo Si put her hands on the ground, kicked the table out, and the table flew towards Pan Zimu.

Hit the table with a fist.

The wooden table instantly turned into two halves, and Pan Zimu rushed out in an instant.

And Han Ling had already retreated to the door with Han Zhixin in her arms.

Looking carefully at Han Zhixin, he passed out and had no other problems.

or now...

Han Ling looked up at the two people fighting on one side, her eyes moved quickly, but she had to admit one thing, these two people were very skilled.

Han Ling agrees with Pan Zimu's strength [-]%, but now, this woman can fight Pan Zimu like this
Han Ling was no longer in doubt, she turned around and ran to Han Zhixin to go out, but how to protect Han Zhixin, Pan Zimu could trust and entrust the man behind him.

Mosi looked at the two people who were about to leave, and at the fist that was flying over, she blocked it directly, her eyes flickered coldly, "Get out of the way!"

Bo Nu's voice was mixed with anger.

Pan Zimu sneered, "Get out of the way?"

Smile but not laugh.

Mo Si gritted her teeth secretly, pushed back a few steps in the next second, and ran over suddenly.

He raised his foot and kicked in the air.

The speed is weird, and it is done in one go, without giving others the slightest chance to breathe.

Pan Zimu dodged sideways, Han Ling stayed behind Pan Zimu's back, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and smiled, "Pan Zimu, then I will deal with you first!"

"Come here if you have the ability." A drop of blood slid down his cheek.

The sarcasm is put here, come if you have the ability!
Almost at the same time, Meditation kicked it, and Pan Zimu turned over and grabbed Han Ling's kicked foot, and threw it out with that force.

Although this cafe has fallen, the general shelf is still there.

Some tables and chairs are also dilapidated, this time under the gravity of meditation, once again all destroyed.

Faint dust came in, and before the dust dispersed, a ghostly figure could be seen.

Pan Zimu rushed out in an instant, looked at the woman on the ground, raised his foot and walked out.

The taste of blood, the color of blood.

Mosi didn't dodge Pan Zimu's attack, a stream of blood spurted out from the chest and neck that was kicked.

"Why do you have this strength!" Pan Zimu used up all his strength to step on the woman's head on the ground for the last time.

Mosi suddenly came to life.

The gloomy voice suddenly remembered, Pan Zimu narrowed his eyes, and immediately stretched his feet, but almost at the same time, a pair of slender palms held Pan Zimu's ankles, and the other hand opened in a circle.

Click, the crisp sound of bones.

Pan Zimu reacted very quickly, picked up the chair next to him, and hit it hard.

Withdrawing his feet in time, he took a few steps back abruptly, frowning.

And Meditation, who was lying on the ground, stood up wobbly, the blood on his face could no longer tell what he looked like, the blood dripped from his face to the ground, his head bent, a pair of black eyes flickered, "hehe."

The gloomy voice made people shudder.

Mosi picked up the chair that had been broken in two when it hit her with one hand, picked up half of it casually, and rushed out.

Pan Zimu looked at the chair coming at him, leaned back and avoided the blow.

At the same time, he raised his foot and kicked it hard, directly hitting Mosi's waist.

Mosi was kicked back a few steps, managed to stabilize her body, and rushed over in the next second, "It hurts!"

shit!

He has hit that woman so many times, logically speaking, that woman is already lying on the ground, and now!
No, according to An You's analysis, he can beat this woman, otherwise how will he and An You deal with the top three characters in the future.

Pan Zimu crossed his hands, directly blocking the woman's fist.

The fist came at such a fast speed that it was almost impossible to see how the fist came out.

Suddenly became sharp, Pan Zimu quickly held both hands, and the next second raised his foot and kicked the woman's leg hard.

Mosi was kicked in the leg and knelt on the ground in the next second.

Pan Zimu raised his foot, kicked it with a low side kick, and kicked that meditation directly in the face.

All of a sudden, Mo Si was kicked out by this blow and landed hard on the ground.

Pan Zimu's figure moved quickly, without giving Mosi a chance to catch his breath, he directly raised his elbow and hit him hard.

It hit Mosi directly on the chest.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, slowly falling down the corner of his mouth, and a little stained the entire floor.

Even in a strong person, there is always a weakness, that is to live!

It is because of being alive that he has this weakness.

Pan Zimu stood up, looked at the woman below him coldly, with a little haze, it was this person who grabbed the woman's hair and beat it deeply.

The red liquid stained the floor.

You don't need to look to know that this woman's face is completely flawless.

Pan Zimu sneered, looked at the woman who had closed his eyes, and threw it on the ground, looking at the blood on his body, how can I say that now he only has a broken right ankle, but defeating this woman is considered a victory!

Turning around, he went out quickly, now he had to go to see Han Zhixin, Han Zhixin fainted, was he knocked out or what happened, don't take drugs!

After all, he has seen many such cases, isn't Ye Yan the best representative?
Really at this time, the woman lying on the ground slowly opened her eyes, put her hands on the ground, suddenly stood up quickly, picked up a chair leg and threw it out, and she rushed go out.

Pan Zimu felt the movement behind him, turned around and saw rushing to meditate from behind, his pupils constricted, and he kicked the chair leg away.

He raised his fist, just when he was about to hit Mosi.

Pan Zimu only felt his shoulder being pressed, and saw Han Ling kicked Mosi's chest with both feet off the ground.

Let go of your hands, stepping directly on Meditation's chest and falling.

There was a soft plop.

Han Ling suddenly sat on the woman's body, grabbed Mosi's neck with one hand, lifted it up, and slapped her with the other hand. This age should be the most youthful and beautiful, but now it is full of horror. gas!
"What did you feed my little brother!"

Eight characters describe a murderous, hostile spirit.

Suddenly, Han Zhixin frowned, "Lingling, what did you say?"

"Haha, ahem... Guess!"

Han Ling stared angrily, her eyes were red, she gritted her teeth and smashed her head down, "Damn it, make it clear to me, if something happens to my little brother, I will tear you apart!"

"Your little brother must be... dying! Cough cough, haha... poof."

The sweet voice stopped abruptly, and a mouthful of blood was spit out.

Han Ling directly raised her fist, and then punched down.

The punches were blowing, and they all hit the person's body, without letting go in the slightest.

"I can't kill her." Pan Zimu grabbed Han Ling's shoulder from behind, stopped Han Ling's movement, and grabbed the woman's hair, "What do you mean!"

Mo Si laughed wildly, and spat directly into Pan Zimu's face.

With this mouthful, blood slid down Pan Zimu's cheeks.

As soon as Han Ling's face changed, she immediately raised her fist, "You are not honest!"

"Lingling, don't be angry." Pan Zimu wiped it off expressionlessly, reached out and tore off the woman's clothes. The clothes were soaked and covered in blood.

One hand grabbed Mosi's neck, "You are a virus person, I really need you now, anyway, you have done a lot of experiments to save it, come now, let me study you more, as for you to give Han Zhixin I am a virus expert, so I can solve it naturally. Anyway, you don't need to cooperate with me, you can give me the answer!"

Mosi's face was originally bloody, but now she unconsciously frowned slightly, as if recalling a bad history, with a bit of disgust.

Pan Zimu grabbed Mosi's neck with one hand and lifted it up, and walked out directly, while holding Mosi's clothes in the other hand.

"Heh, buddy, don't you want to know? What kind of poison did I put on Han Zhixin?" Mo Si smiled with frivolous eyes.

Pan Zimu remained expressionless, "Heh, with your in vivo experiment, you can undo the poison..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Meditation, "The poison he poisoned is the same as ours, it is a comprehensive YB virus, only the strong can survive!"

Pan Zimu and Han Ling were taken aback at the same time, and looked down at Mosi, "What did you say!"

But Mosi took advantage of this time and quickly chopped down his hand, directly on Pan Zimu's hand.

The hand hurts, and I unconsciously let go.

Mosi jumped lightly with both feet, kicked Pan Zimu's body with a high side kick, and kicked Pan Zimu out directly. Mosi's body was hugged from behind, and she fell directly on her back. The next second He ran to the door, looked at the person standing at the door, and blocked the bullet.

Mosi suddenly squatted down, jumped out, hit Han Zhicheng directly in the face, jumped out of Han Zhicheng's body in the next second, and left quickly.

Pan Zimu and Han Ling stood up at the same time and ran out.

But it was too late, only to see Moth get into a car, and soon disappeared.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Han Zhicheng shook his head, looked up at Pan Zimu hastily, "Zimu, hurry up and see Xiaoxin!"

Before he could finish speaking, Pan Zimu ran out directly.

Han Jin hugged Han Zhixin, watched the blood flow from the corner of Han Zhixin's mouth, and wiped it with his hand, "Xiaoxin, Xiaoxin, don't scare me."

The face couldn't hide the fear.

The car door was opened, and Han Jin looked at Pan Zimu with a cold face, "Zimu, hurry up and take a look at Xiaoxin."

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Pan Zimu's expression changed unconsciously. He had already climbed onto Han Zhixin's wrist and kept feeling his pulse.

Suddenly Pan Zimu's expression changed.

(End of this chapter)