its 273: Unexpected visitor

Looking at He Xiao, the retroactive hand that fell one after another, and Mr. Wu, Gong Ping could feel that his hands and feet were slowly getting cold and scared, but although he was afraid, it still floated firmly in front of the plane of the palace, blocking between Jie and him at that time.

"What's going on?" At that time, a surprised expression appeared on Jie's face, and then he laughed, "What is this? Is God helping me too? The enemy fainted one after another when he was about to kill me. Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

This kind of thing is really worth laughing at.

"What should we do?" Yun asked Gong Ping in a panic.

Before Gong Ping could answer, in the turbulent scene, Xia Jie's figure had appeared in the room. He glanced at Mr. Wu who fell on the ground, and then turned his eyes to Jie at that time.

"It's worthy of being a quasi-god. It's really awesome." He said slowly, "I'm curious. How did you do it?"

"God help me." At that time, Jie's eyes flashed, "Who are you?" I've never seen it before. Is it Wu's subordinate?"

"He is my friend." Seeing Xia Jie, who was as straight as a mountain, Gong Ping's mood couldn't help but be infected. He took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Xia Jie. There was a lack of something called fear in their eyes.

"Interesting." At that time, Jie looked at the two people and said, "A waste quasi-god, a small god, what can you two do to me? What about the others? Why don't you call out to deal with me together?

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that those people disappeared inexplicably, which was really strange, so he couldn't help thinking that the disappearance of these people, the sudden fainting of Mr. Wu and He Xiao, and the sudden appearance of Xia Jie may be a planned trap, and he suddenly became nervous.

"What on earth are you going to do?" At that time, Jie stared at Gong Ping and asked fiercely.

"Bang you to the sky." Xia Jie smiled faintly, and his hands were on both sides. The strong and clear luck behind him immediately separated from the middle to both sides, turning into two square blades, put on his arms, beyond his palms, and extending half a meter long.

"What is this called?" At that time, Jie snorted, while Gong Ping was looking at it with curiosity. He couldn't help guessing what kind of power Xia Jie had. At the same time, he was also wondering why others did not have this problem.

"I heard that you are the champion of the European underground boxing competition?" Xia Jie looked at the time and asked.

"Not bad." At that time, Jie nod and said, "What, are you also a practitioner?"

"It's just an ordinary kung fu person." In the face of this kind of fighting master, although Xia Jie knew that he was the enemy, he couldn't help but feel sorry for each other. Try it?"

"Good." At that time, Jie smiled and said, "But it's not a competition. This is a real life-and-death struggle. What's your name?"

"Xia Jie."

"Jay? My name is also Jie. At that time, Jie nod his head, "Shuang Jie competes with each other..." He suddenly took action without waiting for himself to finish his words, swept his left leg and kicked Xia Jie's thigh.

In martial arts, this is a technique called disrupting the rhythm. Such as suddenly stopping in the middle of the punch, and then hitting forward, etc., are all tactics to disrupt the rhythm. If the rhythm is messy, the master can't help but be in a hurry. The so-called random punch to kill the master is the reason for the rhythm.

However, Xia Jie is not only a master in fighting, but also a warrior who kills people with this skill. He is almost familiar with all kinds of formal and informal fighting skills. At that time, when Jie spoke, he was already on alert. At this time, as soon as Jie moved, he was already on his knees. Live.

The reaction is one section, and the strength is another section. At this time, Jie, who had been combined with the hand of the earth, was far from comparable to Xia Jie. Although Xia Jie's foot was prevented, he was still kicked to the side and hit the wall. If he hadn't landed and stood firmly in time, he would have fallen to the ground.

"It's awesome." At that time, Jie chased him with a sneer, but Gong Ping had rushed over and punched him in the head. Luck followed, and his fist hit Jie's weakness at that time.

The double attack of real and virtual was effective for Jie at that time, but it was not taken seriously by Jie at that time. He didn't even look at Gong Ping, so he raised his leg to attack Xia Jie. Gong Ping's fist hit Jie's head at that time, but he was stabbed by the strong armor, and the luck was empty.

Xia Jie dodged Jie's kicks at that time with deft movements. His arms closed to the center as quickly as scissors. When he had just fallen, Jie hurriedly leaned back. When Xia Jie's arms were together, Jie's right arm fluttered with white silk, and his left arm was unharmed.

"The left-handed knife kills the luck, the right-handed knife kills the life?" At that time, Jie was stunned and couldn't help blurt out.

"That's right." Xia Jie nod, "You have to be careful. No matter which knife cuts you, it's not a big deal." Two hands and one point, two knives took turns to cut out.

At that time, of course, Jie knew the power of weapons. As a fighter, he understood what a person who was different from your strength meant when he got the weapon - the so-called fighter was just a person who trained his limbs like a weapon, so when he was weaker than himself, he had sharp weapons and strength. The difference was filled in.

Under the two "blade of fate" attacks, Jie had to dodge awkwardly at that time. Xia Jie was a master. He understood what his advantage was, so even if he had the opportunity, he did not move forward easily, because he could not give Jie a chance to approach him at that time. He was not in a hurry to let his attack achieve results. He just kept attacking the end of Jie's body at that time, trying to hurt him first and then kill him.

Only then did Gong Ping understand how powerful Xia Jie was. In the battle with the champion of the European underground boxing competition, he could still take the initiative to achieve such a situation, which was enough to explain everything. Although Xia Jie relied on the blade made of power at this time, didn't Jie rely on the hand of the earth at that time?

"Do you want to help?" Yun asked Gong Ping, but Gong Ping didn't know how to answer it. On this day, he often felt a sense of powerlessness. He felt that his original omnipotent power was not worth mentioning in front of this group of people.

At that time, Jie began to get anxious. He wanted to trade several times, but it turned out that he was hit by a knife. Although the injury was not serious, it could only be regarded as a skin injury, or even damaged part of the armor. However, this frustration made Jie's heart unable to calm down at that time.

A fighter who can't calm down, even if he is a European underground black boxing champion, it is not terrible.

Xia Jie couldn't help showing a smile, and finally prepared to launch a series of crazy attacks and defends, and went all out to take Jie at that time. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his neck was numb, and then a feeling of dizziness immediately hit. He thought that this reaction was that his neck was suddenly attacked. The reaction when hitting with a palm knife, but I can't think about it carefully. The person has fainted to the ground.

"What's going on?" Gong Ping and Jie were shocked at that time. The former ran forward desperately and stood between Xia Jie and Jie at that time. He looked like he was desperate to protect his friends, so that Jie couldn't help taking a few steps back at that time.

"You are a loser, and you also want to fight with me?" At that time, Jie frowned and looked at Gong Ping. "At the beginning, you escaped from me and were lucky to save this life. You should stay away from here immediately, but you overestimated yourself and stayed with these people against me. As you can see, God is on my side. Anyone who is my enemy doesn't need me to do it. God will make them die.

"What?" Gong Ping shook his head, "I don't think God will bless a devil like you."

"Devil?" At that time, Jie smiled and said, "You are wrong. I am God. God has the power to control all life and death. Killing is just a baptism for the sake of a new life.

"You boy is still the same, just like a five-year-old child who got a dagger."

In the tense atmosphere, outside the door, a man laughed. Gong Ping's eyes and Jie's eyes at that time were attracted by the man with a little evil laughter.

It was a foreign man with short black hair, dark blue eyes, deep eyes, high nose, and corners on his face. A foreign man in his thirties, refined black ring sunglasses stood on the bridge of his nose and did not block his eyes. He was dressed in a black leather coat and black boots, which set off his slender figure more than two meters high. A kind of free and unrestrained feeling.

What is shocking is that he, like Mr. Wu, has no luck behind his back.

Next to him stood a strong man who was half a head taller than him. He was also in his thirties, with yellow hair and blue eyes, messy half-long hair, a relatively wide windbreaker, and wrapped himself tightly. Speaking of which, his appearance is also extraordinary, but compared with the short-haired man, he immediately lost his color. The luck behind him was not clear, and even vaguely different from the human figure, which was strange.

Behind him stood an oriental woman who looked like a native, but she was dressed in Western style and seemed to live in a foreign country. However, she has short hair and is not dyed in other colors, but keeps black, and her eyes are also black. She seems to try her best to show her race. The image behind her is clear, much like god-like luck.

For some reason, when these three people appeared, Gong Ping automatically ignored the yellow-haired man and the black-haired woman, and focused his eyes on the short-haired man, because he felt that the other party made him feel a kind of inexplicable kindness.

"How...how can it be you?" At that time, when Jie saw the man, he immediately screamed. The armor covered his face, and others could not see his expression.

"Let me guess, the face under the armor mask should be full of fear, right?" The short-haired blue-eyed man smiled and said, "You came here for thousands of miles away, just to help me find what I lost. How can I return this kindness to you?"

"Is it..." At that time, Jie looked at the fallen Mr. Wu and others, "These people... are all you... all you did it? Why help me?"

"Help you?" The man shook his head, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Don't pretend, you bastard!" At that time, Jie gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "Well, I won't play any roundabout game with you. I admit that the reason why I will leave the kingdom of God is because I know that the hand of bad luck has left the island and drifted out. I want to kill it happily when its power is weak, so that you can - Doom. Luo, from a arrogant bastard to a real useless waste!"