941: C941 Strike

C941 Strike

Guifeng sighed in his heart, but he didn't reveal it on his face. Instead, he smiled and nodded.

No one would be able to remain calm if they encountered something like this.

Furthermore, Guifeng could already tell that Fei Lia really liked this middle-aged nun. However, he never thought that not only did she not take him seriously, but she could also use him as a hostage at a critical moment.

If it wasn't for Fei Lia's strong mentality, he wouldn't have been able to take such a blow.

Fei Lia smiled and looked at Zhang Xiaoloong. He saw that the middle-aged nun was struggling violently in the air. She was struggling more and more, until she became weaker and weaker in the end.

Fei Lia hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't bear it. He said hesitantly, "Mr. Zhang, please let her go. She didn't do it on purpose just now."

Fei Lia smiled bitterly when he said those words.

Because even he didn't believe it.

Zhang Xiaoloong gave Fei Lia a deep look. Then, with a shake of his right hand, the nun's body fell to the ground.

"With a loud bang, the nun spat out a mouthful of blood, and her face became much paler.

Zhang Xiaoloong slowly walked in front of her, then calmly looked at her. He lowered his hand and flicked his finger. After which, a burst of energy shot out and entered the middle-aged nun's body.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The sound of air leaking came from the middle-aged nun's body like a balloon. Then, her face turned paler and her aura dropped rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she had become an ordinary person.

Fei Lia's face showed that he could not bear it, but in the end, he let out a heavy sigh and did not say anything.

Perhaps it was because he knew that Zhang Xiaoloong's decision wouldn't change the outcome no matter what he said.

More importantly, how could he not feel sad in his heart?

When the middle-aged nun became an ordinary person, his well-maintained face instantly became as dry as old skin, and there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His face became full of wrinkles, and he looked like an old woman.

At the same time, his black hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a short period of time, she turned from a middle-aged woman to an old woman.

"This... This is impossible. You... How dare you do this!"

The middle-aged nun's face was filled with disbelief. She looked at her withered hands and touched her face. She had lost her smooth touch and her eyes were filled with despair.

She knew that her cultivation base had been crippled, and that there was no Internal Strength in her body. That was why she looked at Zhang Xiaoloong in disbelief. In the Traditional Martial World... Not everyone could cripple a person's cultivation base so easily. The higher the cultivation base, the more difficult it was to do so.

Furthermore, destroying a person's Dantian was a form of vengeance that would never rest until one's death!

However, Zhang Xiaoloong's actions were decisive and decisive. However, he didn't have the slightest hesitation. This didn't seem like the style of a young man at all.

Zhang Xiaoloong looked at her and said seriously, "No matter how you feel about him, you cannot deny it. He is indeed sincere to you. You can dislike him. But don't hurt him, because he is my man. "

"How dare you do this? My master won't let you go. She definitely won't let you go!"

The middle-aged nun couldn't accept that she was already so old. He screamed, a bit frightened and a bit hateful.

A trace of warmth flashed across Fei Lia's eyes. It was not unreasonable for Zhang Xiaoloong to be so popular. Although he usually did things gently and peacefully. However, once someone dared to hurt someone close to him, Zhang Xiaoloong would become very overbearing.

When Gu Jun saw this scene, a strange light flashed in his eyes. He was a little happy, but at the same time, he was gloating over Gu Jun's misfortune.

However, he still didn't dare to make any movements, because he didn't dare to doubt Zhang Xiaoloong's strength anymore. This was basically a suppression of strength and realm.

Zhang Xiaoloong calmly walked towards Fei Lia. When he reached Fei Lia's side, Zhang Xiaoloong waved his hand and the wound on Fei Lia's neck healed instantly.

This was a very magical technique, but Zhang Xiaoloong had done it with just a wave of his hand.2

Just as he was about to do something, a wild roar was suddenly heard from the other side.

"Bang!" An explosion was heard, and deacon Mu's face was revealed. The ice had already flown around him, but only part of his body remained.

There was madness in Deacon Mu's eyes. He stared at the ice on his body. His face was extremely pale. It was not because he was weak, but because of the coldness.

Taking a deep breath, the ice on Deacon Mu's body suddenly flashed with a strange color. And this color became deeper and deeper, eventually turning into wisps of fog. It entered his pores and disappeared into his body.

Every time he inhaled a little of this weapon, Deacon Mu's body would tremble. More importantly, as he inhaled more and more of this cold air, his aura actually increased a little.

Zhang Xiaoloong's eyes revealed a surprised look. This was something that even he did not expect.

He looked at this scene in surprise, but it was not organized. Instead, he looked at it with interest.

This was because he had absolute confidence that no matter what happened, he would be able to control the situation.

Fei Lia's eyes were also filled with surprise as he watched this scene. The cold qi unleashed by Zhang Xiaoloong was extremely shocking. He had never thought that this middle-aged man would be so ruthless as to absorb it directly.

A trace of worry flashed across his eyes. Fei Lia was afraid that something bad would happen because of this accident.

However, after taking a glance at Zhang Xiaoloong, he felt relieved because he knew that Zhang Xiaoloong would never allow this to happen.

The ice layer on the surface of his body became fainter and fainter. Zhang Xiaoloong looked at this scene with a smile. To him, this was actually an experiment.

Deacon Mu's Qi was getting stronger and stronger. When his body had regained its freedom to move, he had already reached the peak of his current level.

His eyes were incomparably gloomy and cold as he stared at Zhang Xiaoloong. Then, he rushed towards Zhang Xiaoloong.

Zhang Xiaoloong nodded slightly and admired him. After all, under such circumstances, he clearly knew that he could not defeat Zhang Xiaoloong, but he still had the courage to face him face to face. This was a kind of warrior spirit in itself.

Guifeng glanced at Zhang Xiaoloong and rushed forward. In an instant, he appeared in front of Deacon Mu. A transparent long sword was thrust at Deacon Mu.

Deacon Mu waved his hand, and a layer of ice instantly appeared in front of him to block the tip of the sword. However, Guifeng's speed was too fast, so he was still a step too slow.

The tip of the sword pierced through his chest, and then Gui Feng turned his hand, which was holding the sword. The powerful Internal Strength vibrated, and the layer of ice that appeared out of nowhere instantly turned into ice chips and flew out. Deacon Mu's face was full of gloominess, but he couldn't fight back. Guifeng's body had already disappeared.

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