Chapter 208

Zhao Zhengyun stood by and looked at the scene with a sneer. His bodyguards were all the experts he hired from the underground boxing competition. They were first-class in strength and ruthlessness.

The bodyguard who attacked Suluo was known as iron claw in the underground boxing match. The strength of one hand was amazing, even the stone could be crushed. Suluo was absolutely unstoppable by an ordinary person.

When he saw Suluo standing still, his smile became more and more intense, as if he saw Suluo being crushed shoulder, crying and crying, kneeling to beg for mercy.

Just as the man's hand was about to reach Solo's shoulder, solo moved.

He drew a curve at the corner of his mouth, and his arm stretched out like lightning, catching each other's wrist directly.

Suddenly, the man's hand can no longer fall, a few inches of distance seems to be very close, unable to cross.

The man's face changed, and there was a look of horror in his pupils.

Isn't this young man an ordinary man?

Why so easy to grasp his arm.

Moreover, no matter how hard he tried, the palm could not move down for another half a minute.

How is that possible?

"Your claws are too dirty. I don't like that he has soiled my clothes."

Suluo looks at the man in front of him indifferently, raises his foot abruptly and kicks out like lightning.

"Poof!"

The man didn't even have the chance to react. This kick had already fallen on him and kicked him out.

In mid air, his mouth spouted blood. When he fell to the ground, his body twitched twice, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

A kick.

It's just a kick.

Get rid of one person cleanly.

It seems that even if this person can survive, it will be useless.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't come back for a long time.

But sullivuro can't get rid of anyone.

What the hell is going on?

Is this boy playing a pig and eating a tiger?

Without giving other people time to think, solo did it again.

He stepped forward, the figure like a ghost, appeared in another man's side, raised his hand is a blow out.

The punch was heavy.

There was a low whistling sound between the blows, tearing the air.

This man's pupil shrinks, only feel a terrible force over his body, so that he can't move half a minute, can only watch the fist whistling.

"Bang!"

A dull voice sounded.

"Click!"

The sound of bone fracture suddenly rang out. The man's chest was deeply depressed, and his body flew out in the air. After landing, he died on the spot.

One punch.

Kill one more.

At last, the remaining man's brain was blank. He didn't expect that Suluo, who was just a sheep, now turned into a bloodthirsty tiger. He killed people with no mercy.

Don't give the other side reaction time, sulo step, his right foot up, a spin kick, swept out.

Leg wind concussion, a leg whip into a shadow.

The man's face was flustered, his eyes full of fear, and his instinctive hands protected his chest.

But it's useless.

"Click!"

His hands didn't even have the qualification to block. He just touched the leg whip and was kicked off.

Not only that, this leg whip with a terrible force on his chest, directly smashed the bone in his chest.

Blood splashes!

A terrible force hit, the man did not even scream out, instantly flew out.

"Bang!"

His body hit heavily on the front of the car behind Zhao Zhengyun.

The front of the car sagged in an instant. The man's body was firmly embedded in it, and the blood gushed out of his mouth. He could not die any more.

"Gudong

Zhao Zhengyun could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, with a trace of horror on his face.

His eyes fixed on sulo, a trace of fear spread from his heart.

Although these three people are not top-level experts, they are not rubbish. But now in the hands of Suluo, they are easily killed because they can't even stop a move.

What kind of strength is this?

More importantly, sulo's cruel and ruthless means made him feel creepy.

At the moment, Suluo's cold eyes have fallen on Zhao Zhengyun and the old man around him.

Zhao Zhengyun felt excited all over. He looked at Suluo and lowered his fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "boy, do you know what you're doing? You've already made a catastrophe. I'm the young master of the Zhao family. You dare to kill my Zhao family. Now I'll give you a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy, and then I'll give up my martial arts Do not die, otherwise, not only you will die, the women around you, your relatives and friends will all die. ""Is it?"

solo walked as like as two peas to Zhao Zhengyun, and said, "I am familiar with your remarks, because someone once said the same thing to me, but he died, and you will not be an exception."

"Ha ha ha..."

Zhao Zhengyun seems to hear a joke and laugh, but his eyes have been completely cold down, moriran's killing intention erupted from him.

His voice was chilly: "I'd like to see if you have no ability to kill me. Don't think you can be lawless if you kill a few losers. Today I'll tell you what it means to have mountains outside the mountains and steal people outside the people."

Said, he said to the old man around: "Zhao old, he gave you, give me waste him, I will slowly concoct him."

Mr. Zhao is a master of the Zhao family, and his strength is already in a condensing state. Although Su Luo killed three people, in Zhao Zhengyun's opinion, no matter how powerful Su Luo is, he is not in a condensing state. Otherwise, he would not be born in China.

It's more than enough for Zhao to deal with him.

"Yes, young master, give it to me."

Zhao Zhengyun around the old man nodded slightly, slowly forward a few steps, standing a few meters away from Suluo.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his hands on his back, and his momentum suddenly changed. He was like a sword, sending out a strong sharp breath, as if to pierce all things.

"Boy, I have to admit that your strength is very powerful, even more powerful than I thought, but today I will tell you with the facts that in the face of absolute strength, you have to give up your hand."

Suluo looked at the old man and said faintly, "today I will tell you the truth, how to write the dead word."

It's arrogant.

Very arrogant.

Sulo will be the most incisive interpretation of the eight words.

The old man's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a cold light flickered from his eyes: "I don't know what's good. I'll tell you today that you can't make up for the gap in strength."