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Chapter 4910: Black Qigong(1/2)

On the top of the mountain...

There are huge rocks placed there.

Standing on both sides of the canyon.

A big man, as tall as an iron tower, was sitting on a big rock.

He is holding a turkey in his left hand. One turkey is enough to feed a family of five.

He is holding a jar of old wine in his right hand.

The old wine has become sour and the wine has become turbid.

I don’t know who said that the longer the wine is stored, the better it tastes, but I always feel that drinking this stuff will ruin your stomach.

Gudong, Gudong...

Cow drink.

A snort...

I bit into a large piece of chicken and swallowed it like a hungry wolf.

"Quin Mang, cheer up and remember the words of the master: save your breath, don't beat him to death, torture him to death slowly, so that after his death, his soul will not dare to go to hell."

There was a sound coming from the headphones.

"Elder brother, the ink stains are so stupid!"

Snap...

The big man took off the earphones from his ears and smashed them on the stone.

"You guys have to cheer up. After all the hard work, we captured a few brats and lured the guy surnamed Lin here. It would be so easy to just kill him."

"Pooh……"

The big man spat and asked the person next to him, "How is it? Where is the man named Lin? Wait until he enters the canyon and smash him."

Gudong, Gudong...

The big man raised his head and took another two sips of wine. He felt really good after drinking.

Suddenly, his brows raised.

No one around him responded to him.

These brats are really rebelling. Are they really big enough?

Snap...

The wine jar fell to the ground. This big man named Quan Mang had a bad temper.

He has large nostrils, thick nose hair, and heavy forehead wrinkles.

He raised his voice and was about to get angry, "Ci'ao, what the hell are you..."

The words stopped abruptly.

A cold knife was pressed against his Adam's apple, freezing to the bone.

There is the smell of blood in the air.

The subordinate closest to him was lying on the huge stone, his eyes widened, and a large blood hole opened in his throat, and blood was pouring out.

He was not dead yet, and his body twitched twice.

In several other places, more than a dozen corpses died in almost the same state.

Their throats were all pierced, but other than that, there were no other injuries at all.

It's a one-shot kill!

The people under him are all first-class masters, not to mention top martial arts masters.

Being killed without making a sound...

He squinted at the man in front of him and snorted coldly, "Are you named Lin?"

Lin Kun chewed half of the cigar in his mouth, "You are about to die, do you talk a lot of nonsense?"

Quan Mang said: "The area of ​​​​the rivers and lakes in Wandao is not as large as that of China, but the martial arts that have been passed down for many years are definitely not weaker than those of mainland China. They even incorporate the island nation's ronin and the unique skills left by ninjas, which are higher than China's martial arts.

…”

Lin Kun interrupted with a smile: "You can say that, which proves that you are a complete traitor, and you would actually feel honored by the things left by the island country...

So, go to hell!"

Lin Kun's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and the white ghost in his hand stabbed down with a bang.

His movements are fast.

The hands are strong enough.

But a shocking scene happened.

The white ghost beast actually failed to pierce it for the first time and even made a clanging sound.

Steel plates can be pierced...

But it can't penetrate the flesh?

Bang!

A heavy punch hit Lin Kun's chest.

Lin Kun felt a sense of suffocation in his chest, and at the same time, he quickly stepped backwards on his feet.

The whole figure looks like a kite with a broken string.

"Hahaha……"

"Bullshit Mobei Wolf King, you can only be called king in a place like China mainland where birds don't shit. If you were on our Bay Island, you would be wiped out in minutes."

"We catch a lot of people with your skills on the streets of Wandao."

Oops!

Another punch came down.

The huge fist is like a bowl, and the force is like a missile head.

Bang!

It hit Lin Kun's chest again, who was still on his feet.

Suddenly, a large piece of his chest seemed to be dented, and his whole body flew backwards.

"Hahaha……"

"You are too weak!"

"I thought you could survive three moves with me, but it seems like you're going to die like this."

Quan Mang's face was full of ferocity and excitement, and he hit him again with a pair of fists.

Bang bang bang...

This time came a three-hit combo.

One punch can knock someone away, and these three combos can kill an elephant.

Behind Lin Kun is the opened Grand Canyon, which is fifty or sixty meters high.

Even if he wasn't crushed to death and fell like this, he would still be smashed to pieces.

"Um?"

Quan Mang, Dan Shanghu's third disciple, was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his ferocious and excited face.

"you……"

Bang!

As soon as he said a word, he received a solid punch in the chest.

"Ouch..."

The whole person screamed in pain and stepped back with a clanging sound under his feet.

"How did you..."

Bang!

Followed by another punch.

Quan Mang, who weighed nearly three hundred pounds, couldn't hold on and fell back.

"impossible……"

Bang!

Still hit him with a punch.
To be continued...
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