Chapter 37 The Last Strike

"Hee hee... You are really bored enough..." Suddenly, the kid smiled very happily: "You hate my new toys so much?"

"Toys?" Pan Hongsheng suddenly realized that there was a thin red thread winding period when he looked at the body of the cut-headed kid!

It turned out that the one who fought with them was just a puppet!

There was a chill behind him, and Pan Hongsheng instinctively hid! But my face hurts hotly!

Before Zhu Nanque could react, his back waist had been poked by daggers! Then he was raised high above his head by the real cut-headed kid and violently throwing at Pan Hongsheng!

The two bodies collided and fell to the ground heavily, and the kid approached again in the blink of an eye!

Pan Hongsheng hurriedly used the impermanent body method and the hegemonic fist to fight back, and barely forced the other party's serial offensive temporarily, but he didn't know when his abdomen hit the other party heavily, and he couldn't help kneeling down and bending down.

Zhu Nanque was seriously injured just now, and obviously lost his fighting ability. He muttered with blood, "You can't touch the kid!"

After saying that, the vermilion finch fainted, Pan Hongsheng hurriedly dragged the body of the vermilion finch back with grief and indignation, so as not to be poisoned by the other party.

"My favorite toy is spent on you..." The real body of the cut-headed kid is more petite than the puppet doll, only about the height of Pan Hongsheng's thigh, but the murderous atmosphere permeated all over the body made the flowers and plants next to him wither.

At this time, without the assistance of Zhu Nanque, a right-hand man, Pan Hongsheng was a little weak.

The fierce attack just now greatly consumed the inner energy of the two, but it fell into the trap of the other party.

At this time, in the face of the strongest enemy in Xingtian Prison, Pan Hongsheng was bruised all over his body, and there was little internal qi left, only with a strong belief in his body!

He can't fall down.

The old man is waiting for him to go back, waiting hard! His father was imprisoned in the front prison...

If he falls down, what will the old man do? What about my father? Does the senior Zhu around him have to die for himself again?

A fist held a handful of sand on the ground tightly, and Pan Hongsheng stood up crookedly...

"Why are you suffering..." The little guy danced and smiled, "It's not easy to break here, but that's all! You are the first person who can defeat all the guards to see me. I will remember you!"

"Real?" Pan Hongsheng raised his fist and pointed to him: "I want you to be remembered..."

"Ha ha, it's a good momentum!" The kid put away his smile, and his childlike face suddenly showed a strange look: "But that's all!"

After saying that, the kid attacked at an indescribable speed and knocked Pan Hong to the ground in an instant!

Pan Hongsheng saw it seriously. The other party used not a clever attack in a dead corner of space, but a real absolute speed!

That speed simply surpasses all the laws of physics, and even the other party's idea of attack is formed in his mind, and his fist has hit the other party's body!

Once, Pan Hongsheng saw Shangren Shizuoka, who was using the magic of the wind. At that time, he thought that it might be the fastest martial artist in the world, but at this moment, he realized how naive he was at that time.

Cut the head kid, it's really the last pass of Xingtian Prison!

Pan Hongsheng condensed his energy and a little at the moment when the opponent's heavy punch came, but he was still shocked and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood!

Power, speed, there is too much difference!

Pan Hongsheng's whole body trembled and tried to support him. A series of battles had seriously overdrawn his physical strength. At this time, his remaining internal energy was not even enough to defend once.

Since you can't prevent it, you can simply fight!

His eyes turned blood red in an instant, and all the boxing techniques he had encountered in his life floated through his mind one by one...

But in front of the kid with equal emphasis on speed and strength and balance of ability, his moves are vulnerable.

Although Xuequan has the ability to restrain, Pan Hongsheng can't guarantee that he can accurately judge the position of the opponent's attack.

The impermanence method that has just been learned is like a child's hide-and-seek trick in the other party's eyes, which is simply unbearable.

Dominating boxing? Pan Hongsheng shook his head with a wry smile. Maybe his father's fist can easily knock down these guards, but he is too young.

"Have you thought about your last words?" The kid actually took advantage of this time to take his little jj to pee. Although he was short, he was more calculating than his previous opponents.

Although his strength is much higher than that of the two, he still first release the firepower of the puppet to attract the two, and think about their moves in the dark. This kind of play makes him have the upper hand!

The kid who cut his head didn't like to talk nonsense very much. He saw that Pan Hongsheng was already the end of the crossbow and easily attacked him.

Pan Hongsheng understands that his blow determines the fate of many people, his own fate, the fate of Zhu Nanque, the fate of the old man, the fate of Pan Huashan, and the fate of countless people in the world!

Once the ancient creatures in the mountain are familiar with the current environment, the world will definitely be ruined, and tens of thousands of households will sing!

In the face of the approaching kid, he clenched his fist...

In a high tower in the distance, a man is silently watching this scene.

"Prison warden, why didn't you send out the kid earlier?" A woman whose cheeks were covered with pink and white asked strangely with a fan in her hand, "In this way, we can avoid the damage of the masters in front of us..."

"Hmm, the weak are not qualified to live!" Guan Daoming, the warden, lowered his head slowly and looked at the average but very demonic woman around him: "For so many years, I have vomited on the faces of these guys. It's time to change some fresh blood."

"You want to... be a guard for this young man!" The demonic woman was shocked, and the little fan in her hand: "He is just a pawn who has just realized life and death. If those guys hadn't been too arrogant, how could they have been defeated by him?"

"You're wrong. He has something I like..." The warden smiled and then shouted loudly, "Kid! Keep alive...bring him here!"

The little guy who was rushing forward with all his strength was stunned and paused.

"Good opportunity!" Pan Hongsheng condensed the last bit of inner energy in his body and waved the strongest snow fist!

"Extremely cold ice cicada!"

He usually does not use this trick easily, because it is likely to consume too much internal gas and make the battle impossible to continue, but there is no need to consider these at this time!

The kid paused in the process of rushing forward, which slowed down his pace.

One of his feet did not escape Pan Hong's attack range of the ice cicada, and he was frozen to death!

Pan Hongsheng, who completed this blow, also exhausted his internal gas and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Damn guy!" It took a lot of effort to pull his feet out of the ice, limped to Pan Hongsheng, picked him up and rushed to the white tower on the top of the mountain.

Zhu Nanque woke up and happened to see this scene.

"Why did the warden catch him?"

Zhu Nanque was very anxious, but he was seriously injured and could do nothing, so he had to drag the disabled driver away quickly.

"Are you really going to absorb this young man into our people?" The demonic woman is still indomitable. It seems that she and Guan Daoming are not just subordinate to each other. They dare to talk in a questioning tone.

And Guan Daoming didn't even look back: "I have my own arrangements..."