MTL - Rebirth of the Flying Era-Chapter 1055 heart lungs kidney

  Chapter 1055 Heart Lungs Kidneys

   Just when Eagle was almost in a desperate situation.

  Ci Xin, who walked off the pier, looked at the person who stopped her expressionlessly.

  When Cixin was young, she had read the original work of "Fengshen Bang", and was deeply impressed by this sentence, "Friends of Taoism, please stay."

  But I didn't expect that one day someone would call her that.

  Compassion raised her eyes and looked at Master Zhang who was coming from a distance.

  Master Zhang is still dressed in a Tang suit, with a slightly fatter figure and a three-stroke beard, which is a bit of a fairy.

   At this time, the footsteps seem to be slow, but they are fast, and they are in front of them in a blink of an eye.

  Compassion is a little vigilant, and Master Zhang is a top master just because of his skill.

  She also found that Master Zhang was holding a telescope in his hand.

   It should be standing on the roof of a nearby house with a telescope, and saw everything just now.

   "What can you do, Your Excellency?" Compassionate tone remained unchanged, and one hand casually reached into the satchel.

  Master Zhang saw it, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

  He can see that compassion is practiced in the body, although the way is not correct, the skill is not shallow.

   It's just that the style of painting with cannonballs is really... hard to describe.

   I don’t know which expert taught it.

  Master Zhang calmed down his thoughts, and said with a smile: "I see that fellow Taoist practitioners are mixed, and the whole body is mixed with Buddhism and Taoism. It seems that there are also the methods of the Tantric School of the Western Regions. I am afraid that in the future... it will be difficult to achieve a positive result."

  While speaking, he raised his hand and twirled his beard lightly, with the look of 'I am a master of Taoism, come and ask me'.

  Ci Xin looked at him without saying a word, and after waiting for two seconds, he suddenly flickered and punched him in the face.

  Ci Xin's fist is not big, white and tender, it doesn't look like it has any lethality.

  But the strong wind brought by that circle was extremely harsh, and there was a sonic boom with a "bang".

  Master Zhang was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that Ci Xin would hit as soon as he said it.

   Originally, in his imagination, what he said just now hit the point, even if he didn't admit it, he would at least share a few words with him.

   Who knows that the woman in front of her doesn't play her cards according to the routine, and her moves are killer moves.

  Master Zhang's pupils contracted, and a voice roared in his head, telling him to hide quickly, or he would die.

  But the speed of compassion was too fast, and it caught him off guard again.

  Master Zhang loves to know that hiding in the future will definitely not work.

  As soon as he dodged, he became passive. After dodging this punch, he followed up with countless killing moves.

   "Can't hide!"

  Master Zhang shook his heart, roared, raised his arms together, and responded.

  In the next moment, it was as if two rubber hammers hit each other.

  Master Zhang snorted and took three steps back.

  Compassionate heart had a blush on her face, and stood there motionless.

  The strength of the two is comparable.

  Master Zhang's face was ugly. Although he expected the strength of compassion to be extraordinary, he didn't expect it to be so strong.

  I also understood in my heart why Ci Xin ignored his words just now.

  He has strength here, why should he listen to him beeping blindly.

  Master Zhang put his heart on the sidelines, put his hands on the neckline, and ripped off the Tang suit on his upper body with a thud.

  Middle-aged man, with shriveled muscles and loose skin, making his actions look a little funny.

  But Cixin saw Master Zhang's Qiong Qi tattoo extending from his shoulder to his left chest, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said for the first time: "Your surname is also Zhang, who is Zhang Qishan?"

  Master Zhang was surprised: "Fellow Taoists know Qishan?"

  He didn't misunderstand his age because of his compassionate appearance. It is impossible for a girl in her twenties to have this kind of strength.

   Compassion does not answer.

  Master Zhang continued: "Qishan and I are both separated from the Zhang family, and we are cousins ​​according to seniority."

  Compassionately let out a "hmm", but tapped her toes and attacked again.

  Master Zhang was taken aback for a moment, thinking that speaking with compassion, and even mentioning the old friend, would be a way to strengthen the relationship.

   I didn't expect that the matchmakers didn't have this logic at all.

   Mention Zhang Qishan and continue to fight, so why do you still mention him?

  Master Zhang was depressed, and his reaction was not slow at all.

   With a loud shout, his whole body seemed to be inflated, and his muscles swelled.

  The Qiongqi tattoo on his body became more and more clear, and his aura raised two levels.

  Waved his hand to receive a punch from Ci Xin, and hit back with a backhand.

  The two men went up and down, going back and forth for a while, and the express delivery was extremely fast.

  Like two whirlwinds, rolling around near the beach, colliding at high speed and then separated immediately.

   In the blink of an eye, they fought dozens of rounds, and with a bang, the two separated, each taking a few steps back.

  The compassionate little white dress flutters, and she still looks like a girl without three.

  Only in the loose sleeves, the originally slender and white arms swelled a lot at this time, thicker than ordinary men, with bulging muscles and prominent veins.

  Because of the continuous exertion, the blood in her body rushed like a big river, emitting amazing heat. If you look closely, there are strands of white air emitting from the top of her head and the surface of her skin.

  Master Zhang on the opposite side was even more embarrassed.

  He was panting with his mouth open, and his face was flushed red, as if a social animal that hadn't exercised for a long time had just run ten kilometers.

  The Qiongqi tattoo on his body was stimulated by the blood, turning bright red, becoming more lifelike and extremely vicious.

  Compassionately staring at the other party, he spoke again: "As expected of Zhang Qishan's fellow clan. It's a pity that your evil words have confused me and confused my Dao heart..."

  While speaking, the compassionate hand reached into the satchel and took out the demon pestle.

  I used the subduing magic pestle before because it is convenient to use one at a time, so as not to get my hands dirty.

  Now, facing Master Zhang and taking out the Demon Subduing Pestle, it is a respect for the other party.

  Master Zhang couldn't help but feel his heart twitch when he looked at the black pestle.

  He had tried his best just now, and nine out of ten of his abilities were in his fists and feet. Even if he was given a weapon, it might not be able to increase any points.

   On the contrary, he was compassionate, holding the magic pestle in his hand, and his aura suddenly rose, which was obviously different from before.

  Master Zhang swallowed, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute, I'm here..."

   Before he could finish speaking, the Compassionate Demon Subduing Pestle had already slammed down.

   Just now, he dared to fight head-on when he was punching and kicking, but now that he changed to a weapon, he dared not.

   Coupled with the excessive consumption just now, he immediately fell into a disadvantage.

  This time, Master Zhang couldn't stand it after only a few moves.

  Knowing that if the fight continues, there will be no good or bad, Master Zhang regrets that he provoked Compassion today.

  But the matter has come to this point, self-pity is useless, he hurriedly shouted: "Fellow daoist, stop, I have the law of longevity, I would like to discuss it with fellow daoist..."

   Meanwhile, in the hotel.

  Seeing that Du Fei was about to come out of the house, there was a little black tiger watching him.

  Even though the situation is critical, Eagle's mind is still calm.

   Quickly made a judgment and rushed to the room next to Du Fei.

  The door was locked, but it couldn't stop him.

   With a bang, Eagle slammed into the door.

  Although the fundamental problem cannot be solved here, it can temporarily escape from the unfavorable terrain and avoid falling into the joint strangling of Du Fei and Xiao Wu.

  Iger's face was gloomy. After entering the room, he immediately rolled over, turned around and pointed his gun at the door.

  The door of the room limited the range. At this time, no matter Du Fei or Xiao Wu, as long as he rushed in from the outside, he would have the confidence to hit 100%.

  However, at the next moment, before Eagle could pull the trigger, the gun rang.

   Gunshots came from the direction of the balcony.

   "Bang bang bang~"

  Three shots in a row, all of which hit Iger's back, one shot hit the heart, one shot hit the lung lobe, and one shot hit the waist, all of which were vital organs.

  Igor fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, turning over in disbelief and looking in the direction of the balcony.

  I saw Du Fei standing on the balcony, holding a Type 54 pistol in his hand, and the smoking muzzle was still pointed at him.

   "You..." Igor was full of surprise, wondering why Du Fei appeared here.

   Then turned to look at the door.

  I saw one big and one small, and two hairy heads sticking out from the side.

  One is Xiao Wu, and the other is Xiao Huang.

  It turned out that after Du Fei sprayed fire twice just now, he didn't drag the flamethrower out at all.

   What Eagle saw was just an illusion created by Xiao Huang.

  Originally, with Eagle's strength, it was impossible to be affected by this illusion.

  But in the situation just now, Eagle's judgment has obviously declined, so he didn't see it through.

  Because Xiao Huang is cunning and cunning, he not only uses illusions, but also tries to figure out people's hearts.

  The illusion it created just now was just the nozzle of the flamethrower protruding from the house, and no more appeared, which is really clever.

   If Du Fei's illusion is really made out, the more complicated it is, the more flaws it will have, and the easier it will be self-defeating, allowing Eagle to discover the flaw.

  The real Du Fei has already jumped here from the balcony ahead of time.

  Actually, in the situation just now, Iger's only chance to turn the situation around was to rush into the guest rooms on both sides of the corridor.

  He has two choices, one is the room next to Du Fei, and the other is the one opposite.

  The hotel rooms are not facing each other.

  Go to the opposite room, the door is set back by two meters.

   Therefore, when Iger chooses, he is most likely to enter here.

  Du Fei came here ahead of time and waited for the rabbit, what he wanted was a high probability.

   If there is a small probability, he can only admit it.

  Igor's face was pale, and a pool of bright red blood spread under his body, leaning against the bed weakly.

  Looking at it, Du Fei couldn't help feeling that the vitality of these top martial arts masters was tenacious.

  An ordinary person would have been beaten in the heart, lungs, and waist, and probably died on the spot.

  Yigel is still thinking about dying.

   There was a "bang", and the gunfire rang out again.

  The bullet hit Eagle's left wrist.

  Igor hummed miserably again, despair appeared in his eyes.

   Out of his struck palm fell a short dagger without a handle.

  The dagger is shaped like an eagle's claw, with only one ring, which is worn on the finger.

   If Du Fei was careless just now, approach him.

   Really being stabbed by this thing is enough.

  The last little thought was seen through, Igor smiled wryly, and opened his mouth to say something.

  Because of being shot in the lung lobe, a large mouthful of blood froth was sprayed out directly, and he coughed violently due to choking, and couldn't speak at all.

  Du Fei just took two steps forward and looked at the man who fell on the ground and his life was counting down.

  Igor didn't look at Du Fei any more, and leaned his head on the bed with distracted eyes.

  Du Fei was thinking silently, watching Igor's vitality weaken rapidly, and finally had a thought.

  The next moment, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

  (end of this chapter)