Dark Frenzy

Chapter 24 Hell Shura, Angry King Kong!

Half a year! Luo Qingming has hardly killed a trace. For him, Asura, who came from heaven, it is a cruel and a kind of torture, but more, it is a desire from the depths of his soul!

Luo Qingming stared at Muto Sanlang meticulously. The other party slowly pulled out a silvery three-foot open mountain from his waist, and the cold light bloomed, making people secretly awe-inspiring!

"I'd like to see what ability you have. It's worth 10 million. Your value is not low!"

Muto Sanlang smiled coldly, stepped on the clegs under his feet, moved forward in an instant, and took a big step. The cold and snowy *, like a silver light falling from the sky, suddenly cut to Luo Qingming at a lightning speed. With the knife falling, the momentum of opening is incomparable, fierce, and there is no trace of hiding.

Luo Qingming's heart is awe-inspiring. As expected, he is indeed the sixth master on the Japanese list. Far from being comparable to those garbage gunners. As soon as he took action, he wanted to suppress people with a thunderous momentum. His combat experience was obviously extremely rich. Even a small side was extremely accurate and just right. Luo Qingming had to dodge and shake his arm, and a thin, slender, light and soft sword appeared in his hand.

The shaking silver soft sword is like a poisonous snake that hiss and spits letters, guarding against every move around it all the time.

Luo Qingming's face is serious. This battle is definitely one of the strongest battles he has encountered since his debut. The sixth place in the Japanese list is also almost at the top of the Chinese list. Although there is no division in essence, Luo Qing can clearly feel the strength of Saburo Muto, which is by no means an easy person!

To suppress people with momentum, you need not only strong strength, but also unparalleled confidence, otherwise you may be suppressed by the other party if you are not careful. If he is repulsed at his peak, it is tantamount to a bolt-like blow to him. If he can't kick off his first foot, he will be led by the nose by the other side with almost no suspense in the next battle.

The momentum of a knife is unparalleled! In the dark, piles of weeds were cut down, almost crossing Luo Qingming's face. Unable to hit, Saburo Muto turned over and jumped from the sky. With a powerful attack like Huashan, Luo Qingming couldn't help frowning. Looking at the * that cut down with the sound of wind, Luo Qingming's face was serious and cold. He held the hilt and tip of the sword with both hands, raised it over his head and stopped Muto's rapid blow, while he bent one knee, and even the soft sword was folded into a V shape.

Luo Qingming's silver teeth clenched, his eyes moved, and the soft sword suddenly slid against the sharp * to the hilt of the sword, without any delay, as fast as lightning and wind! Saburo Muto also tightened his pupils, his face was shocked, and he quickly withdrew, but it was too late. Luo Qingming's fingertips moved slightly, and the software slipped out with the * handle -

"Ah!"

With a scream, Saburo Muto's thumb was broken, and the pain of ten fingers connected to his heart was the most cruel. Suddenly, he threw into the sky* and punched out with one arm, which also repelled Luo Qingming for a few steps before stabilizing. One punch hit Luo Qingming's chest. Although he temporarily blocked part of the attack with a soft sword and removed most of the force, after all, there was still a part of the anti-shock force that made Luo Qingming extremely stuffy.

However, Luo Qingming did not dare to slack off at all. He didn't wait for Saburo Muto to come to his senses, and then attacked again. The soft sword hunted and cut diagonally to the other party. The speed is jaw-dropping and coherent, which seems to be more amazing than the display of art.

At this moment, Qi Lu has stood up and quietly hid not far away to watch the battle between the two. The beautiful eyes are wide open, with a shocking expression. She didn't expect that Luo Qingming's strength was so strong that she was even a little uncertain about the battle between the two people. The speed is ridiculously fast, and it has been made several times in a flash. Even in the SY military region, Qi Lu has never seen such masters. I have to say that these two people have completely exceeded Qi Lu's tolerance. This person must be an evil bastard, treacherous-**-leaching-plundering, otherwise he will not be hunted down by so many people. It must be like this! Qi Lu nodded secretly.

"I didn't expect this rogue to be so strong! I have seen that he is not a fuel-efficient lamp for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to deal with, but it's good to kill that little Japanese! Humph."

Qi Lu hid in the grass and muttered coldly. She didn't take action. Although she acted perversely and a little recklessly, it didn't mean that he was a real fool. The strength of these two people is obviously more than one level higher than their own. If they go out now, they may be given less by their mistakes. At this time, I'm afraid that it can only increase the trouble for Luo Qingming.

Although Qi Lu hated Luo Qingming very much, standing on the national standpoint, she still turned to Luo Qingming. Moreover, it itself is also a cynic who has been poisoned by the history class! Japan has always been deeply disgusted, and I can't wait for the dog-Japanese nation to sink into the sea as soon as possible, which will reduce China's guard against them. These bastards have never given up coveting China. Even after World War II, they are still extremely dissatisfied with the victorious China. On the other hand, they are coveted and plotted another plan!

Luo Qingming rushed forward again after dodging, and a sword stabbed Muto Sanlang's shoulder. A deep bone wound came out in an instant, and blood splashed everywhere. Saburo Muto said with a muffled voice, and his face became even more ferocious. Look at me angrily! Immediately, he flew up and kicked out continuously. The strange and sensitive legs also pushed Luo Qingming back a few steps. A man turned around and retreated and caught the * that fell from mid-air. The whole process, only between electric lights and stones, happened extremely quickly. Qi Lu's eyes were confused.

"The sixth in the daily list, I really have some skills."

Luo Qingming's face was cold and his eyes were calm. He gently swept the dust on his chest with his hand, and the dullness of his chest became more and more serious. The chest was damaged just now, which also made him extremely uncomfortable. The strength of the other party seems to be between himself. If he is not in a violent state, it is impossible to defeat his opponent in a short time. In that case, even you will definitely be more traumatized. This is not the result that Luo Qingming wants.

Luo Qingming, who has always been not afear to speculate about the facts with the worst results, is not a god, not a ghost, but to end the enemy's life at the smallest cost! And I, at least live to step on his body and brazenly rise to the top!

"You are not bad either. As far as I know, there is no such person as you on the list of China. But it can't be an anonymous person. Who are you?"

Saburo Muteng stared at Luo Qingming's cold face with clear horns, and his fighting spirit was fierce! Such an opponent is worthy of respect, but at least he should know his name, which is the principle of Saburo Muto killing. The employer only told him that this person was named Luo Qingming, in Harbin. The rest is his own business.

"There are some things, even if you know, you can't escape death. Humph!"

Luo Qingming snorted coldly again, stepped into the air and bullied himself.

"Arrogant child. Today, if I don't break you into ten thousand pieces, I won't step into China from now on!"

The two's war was on the verge of breaking out again, close to each other, and there was a harsh sound of gold and iron, and sparks splashed everywhere. Luo Qingming's figure is as agile as a leopard, constantly shuttling around Muto Sanlang and facing him head-on. He himself knows very well that he can never get a little cheap on his hard * mountain, so he is harassed by the side.

Suddenly, Muto Sanlang's momentum paused, * changed in an instant, sweeping away the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, and cut diagonally to Luo Qingming's shoulder. Luo Qingming's eyes were awept, and the soft sword as light as a snake quickly wrapped around *. On the other hand, Luo Qingming bowed his knees and stopped his shoulders, leaning against the mountain, and squeezed Muto Sanlang out in an instant. The latter staggered back a few steps, and his face was extremely ugly. Luo Qingming's soft sword drew several deep wounds on his chest. This gave him a sense of humiliation.

Luo Qingming did not let go, but quickly followed without giving the other party a chance to breathe. Such a battle can only rely on himself. Even if he loses a little chance, he may miss the victory. On the contrary, even if the other party is given a little void, it is absolutely impossible to die.

As he ran, Luo Qingming clearly saw a cold and cruel smile on the corners of Muto's mouth. At this moment, he stepped back, stood firmly on his shoulders, pulled away the crossbow, and broke through the air with a snoring sound. Luo Qingming's eyes changed in an instant. The crossbow arrow was not shot at himself, so there was only one possibility, that is, it was shot at the big Hummer Qilu.

Luo Qingming shot without hesitation and shot the last golden sword out! But the purpose of the other party is obviously to attack the east and the west, but Luo Qingming has to be fooled by this. If he is not fooled by this, then Qi Lu will definitely die! Although he is not interested in this Hummer girl on the surface, he will not watch Qi Lu die. Anyway, there was still a trace of skin affection for this arrogant and domineering girl, so in any case, he can't watch Qi Lu die!

However, just as he took action, Saburo Muto had put away the crossbow and moved, and the ferocious* instantly pressed on Luo Qingming's shoulder, with great momentum. At this moment, Luo Qingming had no way out. The flying knife took action and instantly flew through the air and hit Qi Lu's crossbow. The next moment, * was embedded in his shoulder, bloody. Luo Qingming's body was slightly heavy, his face was sweaty like rain, and his face was blue.

"Hum--"

A weak mosquito sound came into Muto's ears, and the next moment, his eyes were full of horrific colors. His left hand grabbed his neck in an instant, but it was too late. A thin golden thread had been wrapped around his neck.

Mito Sanlang's pupils suddenly tightened and exclaimed:

"Hell Shura, Angry King Kong!"

Although Luo Qingming recently fought with his father on the dark side of the world, he played a pivotal role in the whole dark forces. Luo Qingming, nicknamed 'Angry King Kong', was only his father who could approach him when he was furious. Once besieged by a thousand UAE assault soldiers, they killed each other in the forest with the strength of eleven people. That time, Luo Qingming killed more than 600 people in anger. That's when he became famous among the dark forces in the world. Won two daunting titles of 'Asura' and 'Angry King Kong'!

How could he not know this person? In the past three years, one of the four leaders in the dark world has been furious. If he knew, he would not have taken over the business so easily. The killer of Fury King Kong's fame is the last flying knife. When the flying knife comes out, it will drink blood!

When it comes to this name, there is such a sentence in almost the whole dark world: Hell Shura, Angry King Kong!

Luo Qingming sneered, endured the severe pain on his shoulder, and suddenly pulled, and Muto Sanlang's head rose to the sky.

"Unfortunately, you know it's too late."

Luo Qingming slowly put away the flying knife with gold wire. He will never use the last flying knife unless it comes to the point of life and death, and that one is with gold wire, that is to say, this is a flying knife that will never leave his hand!

The knife is in the person; the knife is dead!