The characteristics of close combat are very distinctive, with speed and intensity. Moreover, because the space is small, attacks are generally killer moves, which determine life and death in minutes and are extremely exciting. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a game of the brave.

At the same time, because of these characteristics, once the close combat circle is officially formed, it will become extremely difficult for outsiders to be afraid of accidental injuries and it will become extremely difficult for them to intervene.

Therefore, Wen Silin and others are worthy of being empty-level powerful men who have experienced many battles and have seen big scenes. They did not rush to encircle and suppress, but chose to block the surroundings as soon as possible.

Of course, doing this is because they believe in their companions, the expressionless old Fei.

In fact, Old Fei did not let down the trust of several people, and even exceeded their expectations...

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed." He raised his hand, and the ice-blue fighting light suddenly bloomed, instantly covering the entire street and swept the entire audience. It was like a storm rushing over, and the surroundings were full of debris flying in a spiral, and the scene was spectacular for a moment.

He did not passively defend himself and waited for his companions to help, nor did he fear close combat and evade. Mr. Fei seemed extremely confident and chose to counterattack immediately, and the strong demeanor of the air-level warrior was fully visible.

If you fail to get a blow, you will escape far away in an instant. This is the regular way for the assassin. However, Tang En, who was shrouded in the blue light, did not do this. Instead, he raised his dagger and flashed around the tall old man's ghostly figure. He rushed out like a rain of light hitting the banana, as if he wanted to use this to force his target to kill.

However, Ding Ding Ding... Fei's expression was even more disappointed. He let the dense blade light hit everywhere in his body, and it shone countless sparks like metal hits, and he still returned without moving. He shook his head: "The body is good, the speed is okay... but the strength is too poor, and the strength is too low. What is particularly serious is that he does not know how to judge the situation. He is impulsive and stupid. Really - one, collapse, mud, smear!"

There was no answer. Tang En still attacked with his head, as if he was looking forward to a knife that could penetrate the old man's defense.

Your mother, you're going to do it... Although it sounds great, Winslin cares more about such a great opportunity. He can't help but secretly complain about the opportunity to kill Tang En in one fell swoop.

It seemed that he heard what Winslin thought, and it seemed that Mr. Fei was angry with this object that was even more fragile than he imagined, and the gap was too big. He felt a sense of shame of being played with. After criticizing each word, he did not hesitate, and hugged his hands with his hands, allowing the blade light to enter the key points of the heart of Dakong in the middle door, and suddenly pushed out.

Wow... the robe was storming, and the ice-blue cylindrical fighting lights exploded between the palms, like surging waves, slapped wildly, one wave higher than the other, instantly submerging the figure of Tang En who had no time to hide.

Although there is some contempt in words, people like Fei Lao, naturally will not be careless when fighting. Taking action means giving their all. This ice-blue Dou Mangnai is the purest fighting spirit, and you can't get any tricks. You will be the idea of ​​using your power to suppress others.

This is the case with the so-called one force to reduce ten wisdoms. In the face of truly powerful forces, conspiracies, body skills, speed, etc. are all over the world.

As it turned out, Old Fei was not too careful at all. Just as the cylindrical Douwei was about to cross the entire street, Tang En suddenly struggled out of it and staggered. Immediately afterwards, the abandoned old building behind him became a substitute victim, and was instantly hit by the ice blue Douwei. The gravel and rotten wood immediately scattered and exploded and shattered.

"Let's end, this battle without suspense..." Disappointed, Old Fei suddenly stepped forward, ignoring the dagger, and slapped the thunder with the right palm containing the violent fighting light, instantly destroying Tang En's fragile defense and hit the top of his head.

Boom... The Douming Explosion exploded violently, and the strong wind overflowed. The gravel blocks that had just splashed out were immediately rolled back, and the venue was instantly cleared. Except for Fei Laowei, who had not yet retracted his palm, there was no other figure within a few feet of the surrounding area. It seemed that Tang En had been photographed in the power of this palm.

Silence, "Die...Die. Just...Die?"

The battle between the two sides did not last long. Just after Wen Silin and others stood at the position, the battle ended as soon as they looked up. This situation was undoubtedly unexpected. The two empty-level old men looked at each other in surprise and turned to look at Wen Silin with strange expressions... This is what you emphasized hundreds of times that the close combat is powerful, and can resist the fierce man who can resist the sword god's sword? Uh... are you kidding? Or is the Lord Sword God kidding?

Of course, Winsling was not joking. In fact, he was shocked and shocked, obviously much stronger than the two empty-level old men. He looked down at the bottom, his expression full of confusion.

Yes, not ecstasy, but at a loss!

Dead? He died like this? It shouldn't be... Subconsciously grasping his hair, Winslin was confused. He suffered a great loss in Tang En's hands. Even though he was dissatisfied with all kinds of dissatisfaction, he actually admitted the other party's strong strength. When he came, he had thought of various unexpected situations and made all the preparations he could think of, including a hard fight for a final victory or even a psychological preparation...

The only thing I never thought about was the possibility of easily defeating. This seemed to him to be completely impossible, and fantasy was meaningless. But now this situation happened, and it was still under his nose.

This is a loss...

...

Winslin and others who were in shock and could not come back to their senses did not see it. Also shocked was Mr. Fei below.

But unlike the person they were shocked, Mr. Fei was not surprised by Tang En's death, but was confused by the wave of his palm just now. Just now, it seemed that he did not feel the touch of the real object... it was light, as if he was shooting a phantom?

His expression suddenly changed, "No!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly

"Ah——" A shrill and tragic howl resounded throughout the sky!

The scream came from the sky on the left, and the slightly fat old man was guarding there. In fact, he didn't realize what was going on. But at the moment before, he suddenly felt that the temperature around him dropped sharply, and the coldness was like falling into an ice cellar!

Killing intention?!

Thoughts could not react, but their battle-torn nerves were launched first, and they tilted to the side with their body. Then, the slightly fat old man felt a sudden chill on his right shoulder, and his blood squirted. He watched his whole arm break with his shoulders and thrown over the sky.

Open your mouth - scream - retreat suddenly!

"Damn it!" Old Fei was the first to react, and suddenly turned his head. He saw the figure that had been slapped by him just now, at some point, which had appeared beside the slightly fat old man, swinging his dagger coldly and cutting off his arm.

"Don't retreat--" Looking at the slightly fat old man who had subconsciously retreated, Mr. Fei, who had already taken off into the air, was immediately anxious. Although he didn't know what he had fought with him just now and what strange situation happened. But it was true that Tang En was not dead, which means that the other party was indeed not simple. Thinking of Wen Silin's previous reminder, the other party was extremely fast... Then now the slightly fat old man subconsciously chose to retreat. Not only could he not avoid the other party's pursuit, but it would also extend the distance between them, making it difficult to rescue.

"Come on, fight...uh?"

Sure enough, Old Fei was suddenly stunned when he shouted, and Tang En suddenly flashed in the air, and instantly came to the side of the slightly fat old man who had retreated dozens of feet away. He waved the dagger and dripped countless blade lights, instantly carrying blood. Then, he flashed again, followed like a shadow, and instantly came to the slightly fat old man again, and continued to swing the dagger...

The fat old man did not fight back, but his counterattack was too slow, too slow, and before he could punch, he had already been hit by more than ten swords. Before he could burst out the fighting spirit, the blade light had already been handed to the vital point, so he could only dodge, retreat, and kept dodging, retreating in a mess...

"Instant... teleportation?" Wenslin and others finally saw what air close combat is, and finally understood how Anqiluo died before. Under such completely undefensive teleportation methods, it is almost impossible not to be close. Once they are close, they will face tight suppression and have almost no power to fight back!

How can I fight this?

"Don't retreat! Here, come here... Damn!" Angry roared. Wensling and his men never felt that their speed was so slow. They could not catch up with the slightly fat old man who retreated, nor could they catch up with Tang En, who was teleporting. They could only hang behind and chase him hard, watching their companions being suppressed, but could not help.

The slightly fat old man seemed to be completely stunned and could not listen to any warning reminders. He screamed repeatedly, like a hare chased by a cheetah. The only idea in his mind was to escape, keep running away, and the farther away the demon beside him, the better...

But this is destined to be a delusion!

The system king is very understanding and sends the other side instant skills in time. Now Tang En has completely replaced the bird gun with a local cannon, and he no longer has to do the same as before. Even if he encounters a cat and a dog who is not as strong as his, as long as he can fly, he can only watch passively be beaten...

Although he still can't fly now, he no longer has to have any resentment about it. He walked down the other side instantly, and as long as he was within range, he could arrive in an instant and launch an attack.

Furthermore, Tang En also paid a price to create such a combat environment at the moment - the shadow clone was bombarded and killed by the tall old man to become a scum. Although Tang En would not hurt his muscles, injury was inevitable.

This is a skill limit and cannot be changed. Fortunately, the effect is good, and it has successfully caused Wen Silin and others who have never seen such strange martial arts to fall into a moment of shock...

And since he paid a good price, how could Tang En let the fat meat that came to his mouth, that is, the slightly fat old man, escape?

Moment - For masters, moment is enough to decide the outcome of the battle!

While you are sick and kill you, you will chase you back and forth!

The slightly fat old man was in a state of chaos and completely lost the idea of ​​resistance. In addition to subconsciously blocking the vital points, his defense also became a luxury. He was like a weak woman stripped naked, except for screaming...

This kind of at a loss made the fat old man very unfamiliar. To be precise, he has never been so embarrassed since he reached the empty level. When he took action, he did not play with the other party like an ant and play with it, killing and killing him?

But now, he felt that he had become that tiny ant...

Then, more fear!
Chapter completed!