Chapter 31 Kill decisively 1

Kill decisively without any ambiguity. Qiao Yun also knew very well that now that he is in a chaotic field, only strength can prove everything, and decisive killing is also the best solution. Being kind to the enemy is cruel to himself.

Sima Kong, who was thrown a hundred feet away by Qiao Yun, was also stunned. He looked at the green-robed teenager floating in mid-air in surprise. When looking at the headless body that fell on the ground, he also took a deep breath and said, "This guy is really cruel. It seems that he is also a talented person... ”

"Ha, ha..... Good killing, good killing, Brother Qiao, oh, no, Qiao Haohan, thank you for giving me such a bad breath for my eldest brother. Our company Ma Xiang is very grateful to you. When Sima Xiang, who fought fiercely with the red-haired man, heard this sad scream, he was even more happy. He danced with a chain-like weapon and laughed.

The white-haired man who was floating not far away had bamboo-like arms around his chest, but when he saw Qiao Yun kill the handsome teenager, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened. Immediately, his old face was ferocious, and his angry eyes fell on Qiao Yun, roared like a bell; "You actually Kill him?"

How about killing him? In the black field, everything speaks with strength, either you die or I die. Qiao Yun shouted coldly with dark eyes staring at the angry man with a pale face.

"Ser, pay for my nephew's life." The man with white temples had been blown away by the fire. His angry eyes seemed to kill Qiao Yun invisibly. His soles of his feet quickly stepped, and his body flew quickly. At the same time, his palms condensed an extremely strong fighting spirit to Qiao Yun.

In the face of the seventh-level strongman, Qiao Yun did not dare to be careless at all. It was just a fluke to kill the handsome teenager.

The violent fighting spirit rolled up the strong wind, blowing the green robe hunting sound, and the blowing wind was like a knife, even the skin was a little painful.

Qiao Yun used his martial arts teleportation and instantly appeared behind the middle-aged man. He hit his head with a flaming knife and shouted in a low voice; "Fighting palms."

The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and put his fighting palm against the flaming hand knife. He looked at Qiao Yun with fierce eyes and shouted for forgiveness; "Do you think this little trick can be difficult for me? The strength of the fifth-level position wants to kill the seventh-level strongman, which is simply a mayfly shaking the tree and is overescalating itself.

With a sharp trembling of his palm, Qiao Yun was pushed a hundred feet by an invisible force. Relying on the power of the seven-step decision of quenching, he did not fall to the ground. His slightly mature face was a little red, forcibly swallowed the heat in his throat, and sighed in his heart; "It's so strong..."

"Brother Qiao Yun, we are here to help you." When they saw Qiao Yun, Zhang De and Qin Lei repelled the enemy and hurriedly flew over.

Zhang De and Qin Lei are both six-level fighters.

He glanced at Zhang De and Qin Lei faintly. Qiao Yun said coldly, "That guy is very strong. He should be the strongest person among them. We should be careful."

Zhang De and Qin Lei nodded heavily, and they did not doubt the strength of the white-haired middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glanced at Qiao Yun and laughed and said, "I didn't expect to find two helpers, and they are still sixth-level fighters..." Speaking of this, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened and shouted murderously in an instant; "Even if you find two helpers, it can't be my opponents. I want the three of you to pay for my nephew's life..."

The roar of anger echoed in the small city. The middle-aged man's tiger body shook, and the surging fighting spirit surged out of his body, covering dozens of feet, and even the space began to twist as if it were about to collapse.

"Come on, three shrimp soldiers and crab generals, let's see how I kill you." The middle-aged man sent out a strong pressure, which made everyone afraid to breathe.

Qiao Yun knew very well that he could only be killed with one blow in the face of such a strong man.

After a moment of calculation, Qiao Yun dragged Xuantian's broken knife from the space ring and whispered to Zhang De and Qin Lei next to him: "Two brothers, you go to distract that guy. I'm going to kill him with one move..."

One move to kill the seven-level strongman? Zhang De and Qin Lei are both surprised. You should know that the strong in the seventh level are not so easy to kill, and Qiao Yun is only at the peak of the fifth level. Even if his strength is strong, he can't kill people at two levels.

"Brother Joe, how sure are you to kill this guy?" Zhang De and Qin Lei both looked at Qiao Yun questioningly and asked cautiously.

"As long as he doesn't avoid my move, I'm ten times sure to kill this guy." In the face of the doubts of the two, Qiao Yun had no choice but to smile bitterly.

However, they don't know the weight of Xuantian's broken knife and martial arts; Qiao Yun is so confident of dark power and two-fold killing skills.

"No problem. After about half a month with Brother Qiao, I also know that Brother Qiao won't talk so much. Qin Lei, let's draw his attention together so that Brother Qiao will have a chance to use the strongest move. Zhang De said with a straight face.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang De and Qin Lei took out their cards and fought fiercely with the middle-aged man.

Zhang De and Qin Lei are both sixth-order strength, and naturally they will not fall so easily.

"Ah..." Not far away came a sad scream. The red-haired man punched through Sima Xiang's chest, his arm suddenly vibrating, and his body immediately split apart.

"Second brother..." When he saw Sima Xiang being killed, Sima Kong roared hard, and then the skin and flesh on his face trembled, and black blood spit out of his mouth.

"Lord Ning, I'll help you deal with these guys." When he saw the middle-aged man fighting fiercely with two sixth-level fighters, the red-haired man said loudly.

"The three little shrimps don't need your help. Hurry up and attack the gate and kill everyone in the city." The middle-aged man shouted calmly.

"Okay, Lord Ning, I will immediately open the gate and lead my men into the city." After saying that, the red-haired man rushed up and went straight to the gate.

"Once the gate is broken, Langya City will not be protected. Even if the Langya tribe fight to death, they have to protect the gate." Sima Kong's eyes turned red, and he had been eroded into a useless person by the poison, so he had to shout beside him.

"Go to hell, shrimp." The palm condensed the fighting spirit, and one palm smashed Zhang De's fighting shield. The violent fighting spirit hit the chest. Zhang De spit blood, flew hundreds of feet, and lay unconsciously on the ground.

"Ha, ha..... Fight with me, it's killing me." The middle-aged man laughed arrogantly.

"Here comes the opportunity." Looking at the arrogantly laughing middle-aged man, Qiao Yun wiped a festive smile on his face, twisted the handle of the knife with his hands, performed martial arts, and flashed behind the middle-aged man. He struggled to lift the Xuantian broken knife with both hands and shouted loudly, "Old bastard, go down and meet your nephew."

Xuantian cut through the air with a broken knife, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and squeaked straight to the middle-aged man's head.

The seemingly dilapidated broken knife gave a dangerous breath to the middle-aged man. The fighting spirit in his body hurriedly gushed out, and the thick fighting spirit made the fighting spirit shield less tougher.

"Bomb." Xuantian broke the knife and smashed the fighting shield, and the momentum of his attack did not diminish at all.

"Ah..." A sad scream sounded, and the middle-aged man was smashed with flesh and blood, directly turning into a pool of meat and falling to the ground.

With soft arms, Xuantian's broken knife fell out of his palm and hit the three people. Without even screaming, it turned into three pools of meat foam, and several meters were smashed by Xuantian's broken knife.

"What a heavy broken knife?" When Xuantian's broken knife fell to the ground, Sima Kong's body trembled violently. He looked at the collapsed pit with astonishment. At the same time, there was a trace of joy in his heart. He was not hostile to these guys, otherwise he would have stepped into the footsteps of the middle-aged man.