roccoschili Chapter 951 Bi Yanghui's Pain Point
Chapter 951 Bi Yanghui's Pain Point
"Xiaobai, there's something wrong with that guy!"
The fat man put his arm around Zhu Bai's shoulders and muttered in a low voice.
Zhao Tianji nodded in agreement. With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that there was something strange about the man from Fengcheng.
But as a little follower who wanted to curry favor with someone powerful, Zhao Tianji would not be so smart as to point out anything.
"He seems hostile to us..."
Zhu Bai nodded slightly, set up a layer of breeze with a certain soundproofing effect around him, and spoke in a low voice.
The three of them were still more than ten meters away from the other Fengcheng members.
The breeze was enough to prevent their voices from being heard.
"That's not what I'm saying... I mean, there's something wrong with this guy's ability!"
The fat man shook his head and spoke seriously, which was rare for him.
In his opinion, there are many people who are hostile to him.
It's nothing more than envy, jealousy and hatred...
If someone really provokes me, the best thing to do is to find an opportunity to kill him.
As an enhancement-type psychic, Fatty is very sensitive to speed.
However, when Bi Yanghui swung the second knife, the fat man realized that this guy was unusual.
From where they were standing just now, they were two kilometers away from the seventh-level fire corpse king.
But, it happened in just two or three seconds.
The hip-hop young man appeared in front of the Fire Corpse King.
The fat man estimated that this kind of speed could only be achieved through the boss’s space teleportation.
The strangest thing was that he didn't feel any spatial fluctuations at all.
Even if the boss performs teleportation, there will be an extremely weak spatial fluctuation left behind.
This comparison seems a bit scary.
"His speed... is incredible!"
What the fat man could think of, there was no way Zhu Bai couldn't have thought of it. He nodded with a slightly serious look in his eyes.
"Fat Brother, White Brother, I feel like... he just disappeared."
Facing two younger brothers who were several years younger than him, Zhao Tianji called them "brother" without hesitation and expressed his opinions carefully.
His humble attitude is not just because of Genting’s strength.
More importantly, he was in awe of Zhu Bai and Fatty’s strength.
In fact, Zhao Tianji did not see the two arrows that Zhu Bai shot that killed Cangming and seriously injured Anyou.
But he saw the arrow just now with his own eyes.
Yan Liao had lost his limbs and could no longer move.
However, the speed of Zhu Bai's wind arrow really shocked Zhao Tianji.
Putting himself in his shoes, Zhao Tianji thought that if he faced an archer like Zhu Bai, even if his diamond body had strong enough defense, he wouldn't be able to withstand a few arrows.
The Arrow God of Wind is indeed worthy of his reputation!
These guys in Genting are all perverts!
"You're right. He just...really disappeared."
Zhu Bai nodded slightly to show his agreement.
His A-level wind control has been promoted to S-level wind control, and he is extremely sensitive to the flow of air.
Generally, when speed-type psychics launch their super powers, there will be a certain sonic boom or severe gale accompanying their speed.
This is the change in airflow caused by the rapid movement of the body.
However, the strange speed of the hip-hop youth did not cause much air flow.
And it is even less likely that he is a person with space abilities.
Having stayed with Wang Mingyang for a long time, Zhu Bai was very sure about this.
It was precisely because of this that Zhu Bai and Fatty were puzzled.
"Let's ignore him for now, let's just watch the battle first!"
The fat man raised his hand and pointed to the battlefield in the distance, and said excitedly.
Zhu Bai and Zhao Tianji also put their thoughts aside temporarily and looked in the direction the fat man pointed.
……
On the other hand, Bi Yanghui also knew that he could not provoke the Yunding strongman at this time, so he turned his attention to the other five people.
"I have killed this corpse king, why are you still here?"
"roll!"
Bi Yanghui was somewhat wary of the people from Yunding, but when facing five guys who he thought were just so-so in strength, he did not have a good face.
"you!"
"Don't be so arrogant, kid. You just killed a wounded corpse king. Do you think you are invincible?"
"Isn't this kid too arrogant?!"
"If it weren't for Dao Zun, do you really think we are afraid of you?"
The five people from Anhui Province were immediately furious. As seventh-level strong men, they naturally had their own pride.
Anyone who can be promoted to the seventh level will be a local tyrant in his own territory!
How could I let a young boy insult me like this?
However, although they were cursing, their eyes were full of fear.
Not to mention the third best sword master in China, Mei Que, who is currently fighting with the eighth-rank corpse king.
Even this extremely arrogant hip-hop youth in front of him has the capital to be arrogant.
The seventh-level fire corpse king, which the five people combined failed to kill in a short period of time, was slaughtered by the other party like cutting melons and vegetables.
Not to mention whether the five of them could surround and kill him, even if they could kill him, they would inevitably offend the Sword Master.
What's more, the opponent's strange speed is really scary.
This gap in strength made several seventh-level powerhouses a little undecided.
For the time being, all I can do is make some harsh remarks.
Little did he know that it was these harsh words that made Bi Yanghui, who was already feeling a little itchy, explode.
"court death!"
In a flash, Bi Yanghui appeared in front of the ice-type psychic who mentioned Dao Zun.
"Snapped!"
A slap hit the other person's face hard.
It was directly knocked from mid-air to the ground, and broken frost armor was everywhere.
Fortunately, Bi Yanghui also knew that he belonged to the Fengcheng Shelter, so he did not kill him directly, but just slapped him in the face.
However, as a seventh-level strongman, sometimes face is more important than life.
The remaining four people became furious upon seeing this.
"Fuck! Fuck him!"
"How dare you hurt someone? You're courting death!"
"on!"
The people were already standing very close to each other, and the remaining ice-type warrior burst out with power, and frost exploded in the air, forming a thick icy mist that spread all around.
Even Bi Yanghui's body was stained with some frost.
The wind-type warrior raised his hand upwards, and a gust of wind rolled up from under Bi Yanghui's feet, ready to trap him in it.
The other two enhancement-type psychics stepped on the void and waved their weapons towards Bi Yanghui.
But the next second, four consecutive crisp sounds were heard.
The four seventh-level warriors had red and swollen cheeks, and were knocked down from the air and landed next to the ice-type warrior.
The five people lay on the ground, looking up at the figure in the sky with horror on their faces.
They didn't even see the shadow of Bi Yanghui, but they were slapped in the face.
What speed is this? !
At this point, no matter how stupid they were, they knew the huge gap between them.
Bi Yanghui had already shown mercy by merely giving him a slap in the face.
If it was the long sword in his hand, the five of them would have been beheaded long ago and would be dead beyond death.
"I'm saying this for the last time...get out!"
Bi Yanghui stood proudly in the void, with murderous intent in his eyes, and spoke coldly to the five people below.
What that guy said just now really hit the pain point deep in his heart.
If these guys don't have any more tact, he's going to kill them!