final catastrophe

Chapter 449 17. Kill the General and Capture the Flag
Whistling, laughing and mocking, as well as bluffing and threatening.

This sound is enough to stop even the most elite warriors.

Besides, he's just a big boy.

His whole body was soaked, he had already stepped into the school gate, he tore off the bag containing the textbooks with his right hand, and threw it far away at the entrance, the buckle was loosened, and the book slid out, revealing the words "History", and there was a stack of books underneath. Textbooks that vary from thin to thin.

Then he felt the clothes were soaked, he should have taken them off, and then went into battle shirtless in this autumn, fighting in all directions, and regardless of success or failure, it would be a good story anyway.

Yuan Ya felt the aura of this big boy, she held an umbrella, and only then did some excitement appear in her sad pupils.

He actually wanted to single out the entire Fengxian by himself.

What a fool.

Maybe her enrollment time is really just right.

The next moment, the big boy's action made her a little stunned, because he turned back, rummaged through the backpack four or five meters beside him, took out an airtight black hooded cloak, and took it off The wet black clothes, and put on this cloak, and then zipped the zipper to the bottom, so that nothing was exposed except the eyes.

Yuan Ya couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Just like you, I have autism."

Yuan Ya said, "I don't have autism."

Xia Ji chuckled, he just made a joke casually.

He could still laugh at this time.

Because it was a joke, he didn't ask "Since you don't have autism, what do you do with an umbrella?"

So he didn't get an answer like "Because he has a terminal illness".

"Give him a good time."

The austere silver-clothed man who was originally on the top of the building had stood downstairs at some point, with his hands in his pockets, and there were hundreds of bald men standing behind him.

Hearing the mocking voices one after another, the man suddenly raised his hand.

As soon as he raised his hand, the whole campus fell silent.

"My name is Zhen Meixiong." The man suppressed his voice, "You should go to the agreed place for a decisive battle two days earlier, not now."

Xia Ji was wrapped in an airtight cloak, holding the bow tightly in his left hand, "I wasn't there that day."

Zhen Meixiong said: "Before I didn't believe it, I thought that Linglan was a deserter, so I secretly regretted that Qin Ze was defeated by such a person.

But now, I believe you were not there that day. "

Xia Ji said, "So, I'm here today."

Zhen Meixiong showed a solemn expression: "But you are alone, a lone beast does not fight a pack of wolves, let alone who is king is unknown.

You came here today, except for trying to be refreshing and causing incurable injuries, nothing else will change. "

Xia Ji was silent, his right index finger had already begun to brush the bowstring gracefully.

But the bowstring was taut and suppressed, but it didn't even make the slightest tremor.

Zhen Meixiong continued: "To win is to win, to lose is to lose, and the opportunity is also very important. God will never give you a second chance to prove yourself. If you miss it, you will miss it.

If you have nowhere to go, then come to Fengxian.

I appreciate you very much. "

Xia Ji said, "No."

Zhen Meixiong asked doubtfully, "No?"

Xia Ji: "As long as I defeat you today and take your school flag away under your gaze, everything will be rewritten."

Zhen Meixiong laughed, and the hundreds of bald men behind him also laughed.

On the tall buildings on both sides of the broad avenue, there was also a lot of laughter.

Laughter rose and fell, pressing down from the entire sky.

In the audience, only two people did not laugh.

Xia Ji's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly started running.

The melancholy girl holding an umbrella in front of the door had a crazy look in her pupils.

She likes to watch the weak and the strong eat the strong, and likes to watch the withering of life, because in this way she can feel that she is just one of these withered.

Terminal illness is nothing but the end of withering.

And everyone withers.

How good.

The bald men in silver clothes on the opposite side also started to charge.

Yuan Ya leaned in front of the school gate, and in his eyes, the big boy stopped suddenly, and the "F" symbol appeared on the arm in the cloak, and then he began to pull the gray-white animal bone bow continuously, and the sound of the bow was like thunder, continuously.

And every time it is pulled and released, a bald head will always be thrown backwards.

But there are too many people after all.

So, he is retreating.

Back and shoot.

Suddenly, Yuanya noticed that patterns appeared on the black airtight cloak. At first, the patterns were just small dots, but each time the big boy pulled it, they began to grow bigger, like blooming flowers.

Yuan Ya looked again, but saw that the big boy's cuffs and the back of his hands were actually crimson.

Countless fine drops of blood gushed out from the skin.

This is coercion! !
Yuan Ya suddenly realized that this bow was not something he could handle at all.
At the same time, she understood that the reason why he wore a pitch-black airtight cloak was not "autism", but to prevent the blood all over his body from showing a distressed appearance.

Bang bang bang.
The sound of the bow rushed.

Yuan Ya only felt that she was standing in a magnificent symphony, and all the hustle and bustle became the soundtrack.

Finally, he was cornered.

However, most of the bald heads have already been knocked down by his bow.

So only Zhen Meixiong was left in front of him.

The latter looked at him solemnly and cautiously, "Are you still fighting?"

Xia Ji smiled and said, "Of course."

Then he threw away the bow and clenched his right hand into a fist ready to move.

Zhen Meixiong chuckled, touched his lips, his body suddenly flashed, and the sound of his punches made the air explode. This punch was crazy and brutal, full of a domineering demeanor that didn't match his body shape.

The person in front of him is already at the end of his strength, but Zhen Meixiong still has no intention of keeping his hand.

This is respect!
Everyone looked over.

The lily of the valley's crow has already won their respect by being able to fly so far.

But Zhen Meixiong's boss came out, and his punch was extremely brutal, making it impossible to hide, like a mountain pressing down.

Then, the next moment.

Xia Ji also moved, his movement gave people an illusion, he was as quiet as a virgin, and his movement was indescribable.

It seemed like a bolt of lightning that had been waiting for a long time, hidden among the dark clouds, and at this moment finally took advantage of the momentum to pierce through the heart of heaven and descend into the world.

Lowering his waist, fists clenched, he took a step forward, an uppercut with a perfect angle and a speed that was difficult to catch up with his eyes.

He dodged the tyrannical punch by suddenly lowering his body.

But the uppercut hit the soft abdomen with a bang.

In the silent roar, the black hood on Xia Ji's head was thrown off, revealing blood-stained red hair and a clean, unruly, and cold face.

Zhen Meixiong only felt that his whole body was struck by lightning, and instinctively hugged his abdomen with both hands, then "Teng Teng Teng" retreated six or seven steps, as if he still couldn't counteract the powerful impact, and finally knelt down on one knee.

Kneel before this old enemy.

On the other hand, Xia Ji's bloody hair rose up, scattered behind his head, and covered his eyes.

The whole school was silent.

"The battle flag, I accept it."

The blood-haired boy's voice remained calm.

At this time, no one stopped him.

By the way, that blood was human blood prepared in advance.

(End of this chapter)