General, the world's number one master, has six disciples and is known as one of the six masters in the University.
One of them is Dong Wanlong, who once killed the number one FIB agent of M country in a day and a night after ten thousand li's pursuit.
It is said that when Dong Wanlong pursued and killed this agent, he traveled 10000 Li a day and night and traveled to many countries.
Finally, in the capital of country m, kill the agent.
From then on, various factions in the world gave him the nickname of "Wanli dragon.".
It means that as long as he wants to kill you, he will chase you even if he pursues ten thousand li.
What's so special, is it my boss?
Ding Yi is depressed to collapse.
Originally wanted to report the name of the Security Bureau, I hope that the criminal uncle don't mess, didn't expect the other party to be bigger.
Dong Wanlong traveled 10000 Li a day and a night. He certainly didn't walk on his feet, but after he was able to catch up with the capital of M country and kill FIB's top agent, he retreated completely. This strength is extremely terrible.
"Originally, it's still my own people." Ding Yi said with a dry smile.
"Who are you and yourself?" Uncle Xing also smiles and looks at Ding Yi quietly with both hands on his back: "what are you waiting for?"
"What for?" Ding Yi is inexplicable.
"You have offended the son of deputy director Dong. If you don't commit suicide, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to do it myself? " Xing Han wrote lightly: "you commit suicide. After you return home, I will report you for your death on duty. It's not in vain for you to serve for the Security Bureau."
"Are you going to kill me?" Ding Yi looked at him inconceivably: "just because you and I robbed that stone?"
"That's enough to kill you ten times." Uncle Xing sneered: "what's more, if my young master wants to die, do you still need a reason?"
"The general is determined to rule the country by law. What are you doing like this?" Ding Yi said angrily, "is there any royal law in your eyes?"
"Son of a bitch, the general is here, and the general is the king's law. Now my young master is here, and my young master is the king's law." Uncle Xing was also furious.
Between the words, eyes burst up: "death."
As soon as he said that he was dead, his mouth opened slightly, his body shrunk first and then rose, his abdominal cavity vibrated and roared, and a sound was deafening like the thunder of tiger and leopard, which shocked Ding Yi's ear and roared. Ding Yi didn't recover for a long time.
"Huajin master." Ding Yi finally knows uncle Xing's strength.
From the inside to the outside, the voice drives the power, and the tiger, leopard and thunder sound makes the power.
The strength of Uncle Xing is still above their director Luo Yingtian.
Just listening to this voice, Ding Yi knows that with his national skills, one hundred of them are not his opponents.
Without waiting for him to react, bang, the chest and heart have been slapped by Uncle Xing.
In the past, Ding Yi's only way to deal with Huajin was Xianqi.
However, he has just gathered twenty immortal Qi recently, and he has not yet come to learn the art of immortality. Once the immortal Qi is lost, I don't know when he will be able to gather twenty immortal Qi.
In order to learn the magic, Ding Yi had to bear it.
This idea just turns, flutter, throat a sweet, body inverted fly.
After flying for more than 20 meters, he bumped into a tree and fell to the ground. The pistol he was given just now also flew out.
For a moment, the bones in front of his chest were scattered by his palm.
Enough to fight against titanium alloy body, in the strength of strength, but also to be injured.
"Wow" Ding Yi turned over, bent down and spat out a mouthful of blood.
In the heart startled, if not for his strong body, the other party this palm directly broke his heart.
It's too fast. Xing Shu's speed is faster than Luo Yingtian's. Ding Yi didn't even see him do it.
"Eh" Uncle Xing didn't kill Ding Yi with one palm. His eyes lit up and he was surprised.
"Thirteen Taibao horizontal training?" Just now, he touched Ding Yi's body with his palm. Just by feeling it, he felt that Ding Yi's body was very tough.
But it is different from the thirteen Taibao's horizontal training.
Thirteen Taibao's horizontal training is very few in modern society. After training, the body is stiff and has no elasticity.
Ding Yi's body is still elastic, which is a little different from the thirteen Taibao's horizontal training.
Speaking is speaking. His shoulder shakes in the same place, and he doesn't see his steps move. Whoosh, he comes to Ding Yi.
Ding Yi's heart trembles, and the other party's move is an inch.
His stride is less than five meters.
But Xing Shu, the Huajin master, is more than 20 meters in an inch. Some of the Chinese martial arts masters are not so far away.
Before he came to Ding Yi, he put his finger in his eyes.
Ding Yi is very angry. Last time he tried with Luo Yingtian, that guy also poked his eyes. These Huajin masters have become too fierce. They can only poke their eyes.
Regardless of scolding, he dodged at the same place. There was a tree on the side, and his body immediately shrank behind the tree.
He is not slow, at least in the same environment has been invincible.
Bang, uncle Xing didn't pursue him. He suddenly changed his hands and clapped them on the tree.
The whole tree trembled. Ding Yi was still a little away from the tree, so he saw a flash in front of him, and the tree hit him on the head.
The big tree with a thick waist is hit by Uncle Xing like a car crash. Ding Yi flies out again, dizzy, and has a splitting headache.
"All the national skills in the world are mastered by the general. Young master Dong is the younger generation of the general. He wants you to die today. Can you live tomorrow?"
Between his words, uncle Xing's body changed continuously, one in front of Ding Yi and the other behind him.
Ding Yi couldn't keep up with him. In a hurry, bang, bang, bang, chest, back, he was hit six times by Uncle Xing.
Dong, Dong, Dong, these six notes are heavy, like hammering drums.
This is the strength of the gun and the hammer, and the strength is deep.
Ding Yi has no chance to fight back in front of him.
I can't even hide.
Six times all hit a straight, hit Ding Yi even back more than 30 meters, the last hit in his chest.
Whoosh, Ding Yi flew up again, flipped several times in mid air, plopped and fell to the ground.
The bones of the whole body seem to be broken.
This is Ding Yi's first thought.
He has twenty immortal Qi, and his national skill has reached the peak of dark strength, but he has no power to parry in front of Xing Han.
I don't know how many times he would have died if he hadn't been immortal.
Ding Yi's landing place is a downhill. He takes advantage of the downhill, swish, continuous rolling, rolling all the way down to the downhill. When he stands up, his clothes are broken, and six fist marks on his body are deeply trapped.
Ding Yi continued to bend over and spit blood.
Sometimes spitting blood is also for your own sake. For example, some of them are good for your health after spitting out blood.
"Gee." Uncle Xing exclaimed again, can't you die like this?
Don't say it's dark strength. Even if Hua Jin is hammered by his close fists, he will die. He can't die any more.
"Old thing." Ding Yi is in a better situation. He rolls down all the way, and the woods are all behind him. No matter how hard he moves, he can't fully spread out in the dense woods.
With an angry curse, he swished, turned and ran to the place where there were many trees.
"Son of a bitch." Without saying a word, uncle Xing chases Ding Yi into the woods.
There are a lot of trees in it. Uncle Xing's body method doesn't work. If it's too fast, he will bump into the tree. He can only move left and right and advance step by step.
They chased each other and ran away. Within a minute, they were nearly 500 meters deep in the forest.
At this time, it was kilometers away from the place where Ding Yi had just seen Dong Shao.
Ding Yi also ran out of the dense forest and rushed out to have a look. There was a big river in front of me.
The width of the river is tens of meters, and his step can be 50 meters, but he never tried to cross the river.
"Run that way." At this time, behind a fierce drink, brush, he did not look back to see a cold light flying over.
Ding Yi quickly bowed his head and took a left step.
Dong, a domestic one yuan coin, hit the tree next to him, embedded a few inches before stopping.
With this blow, he did not come back to his senses. In front of him, uncle Xing's fingers were like hooks, and he grasped his throat accurately.
Uncle Xing didn't kill Ding Yi for several times in a row, and his heart was burning. This move took the most vulnerable part of Ding Yi's body. As soon as he pinched his fingers, he would break Ding Yi's throat bone.
"Here you are." Just then, Ding Yi threw his hand at his chest.
He doesn't know when Ding Yi has one more thing on his hand.
Since he saw Ding Yi, he only knew that Ding Yi had a pistol on his body except his clothes, and even his shoes were worn by others. The pistol was shot away by him for the first time, and he didn't pay attention to a pistol.
But I didn't expect Ding Yi to throw something out at this time.
He caught it reflexively with his other hand.
As soon as I look at the grass, my soul flies out of the sky.
Boom, there was a loud noise in the field, and the grenade exploded directly between Ding Yi and uncle Xing.