The strongest counterattack system

Chapter 223 Death is like the wind
If in the past Wang Chuling only showed [-]% to [-]% of his strength, then this time it was completely [-]%!

It's just that Wang Chuling never imagined that the reason why He Guojun was able to perform so supernaturally was thanks to the skyrocketing luck. It's just that the majestic luck was all hidden after the sudden surge, otherwise Wang Chuling's eyes at this time would be different. It’s He Guojun again, but it’s a humanoid luck group!
At this time, Wang Chuling was also in a dilemma.

Because Wang Chuling's fighting style is actually biased towards melee combat, it can be seen from his previous record that every time he solves the problem with his fists, rarely relying on the red lotus fire to assist him, as for the Jiuxiao Shenlei, it is desperate No matter if the other party kneels or not, he must kneel first when the hole card is used up!

If it was to deal with other people, Wang Chuling would have rushed up directly, why would he stand still and confront He Guojun?But He Guojun who controls the "power of death" is equivalent to a mage, or a battle mage.

Although it is said that the melee combat is weak, but he can't bear the buff, his whole body is entangled with death energy, which has little effect on himself, but once others get close, it will drain his vitality in an instant, and he will die when he dies!
"What! Can't do it anymore?" He Guojun noticed that Wang Chuling hadn't moved for a long time, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a look of disdain, his confidence deepened.

In the past month, Wang Chuling had been beaten many times, and Wang Chuling had already established an impression that he was invincible, but judging from the confrontation just now, Wang Chuling was actually nothing special.

"Since you don't make a move, then I will not be polite!"

"I said, I will make you kneel in front of me!"

As He Guojun said, a stream of dead air hovered from the soles of his feet, reaching his face, and finally covered his face with a layer of black gas that kept wriggling, leaving only his mouth exposed.

However, in the blink of an eye, the deathly aura suddenly dissipated. On the originally pale face, a dark mask covered it, covering the upper half of the face. It was in sharp contrast with the pale face below, revealing an unspeakable air. The strange inconsistency of verbal expression.

The bleeding lips opened slightly and spit out three clear sounds, which raised Wang Chuling's vigilance again:
"Death to death!"

After the words were pronounced, He Guojun flicked his right hand and held it in the void beside him. Suddenly, streaks of dark death energy appeared, which was particularly glaring in the space originally illuminated by the karmic fire. The death energy gathered in the palm of his hand, and finally stretched out The long twist is just a breathing time, condensed into a pitch-black sickle!

"what!"

Wang Chuling let out a scream subconsciously. Originally, according to Huang Mao's report, He Guojun should only be able to summon a phantom of death to harvest life, but what did he see now?
He Guojun actually condensed and eliminated the death scythe in an instant, which means that He Guojun has controlled his own death power to a very high level!
However, He Guojun is just an ordinary person, how could he master the power of death so quickly?
Death, in oriental myths and legends, refers to Hades, black and white impermanence, a series of underworld ghosts and gods. In fact, none of these ghosts and gods can really deprive a person of vitality. Let a person "die"!

Moreover, weapons like the sickle are not common in Eastern mythology, but the god of death in Western mythology is better at using them. What's going on?

Could it be that He Guojun's power of death came from western gods! ?

But Xuanzang once said that all this is because of the Naihe Bridge Spirit, or in other words, this unique power of death comes from the so-called Naihe Bridge Spirit?

Wang Chuling put his doubts to the back of his mind, even if he was completely puzzled, this was not the time to think, because no matter where He Guojun's power came from, he completely controlled it at an incredible speed.

What kind of genius qualification is this?
Thinking of this, a trace of fear flashed in Wang Chuling's eyes. He was always on guard against these geniuses, because having read many novels, he knew that geniuses often cannot be judged by common sense!

I just don’t know what Wang Chuling’s expression would be like if he knew that the reason why He Guojun was such a “genius” was all because of his luck. !
"Bloom! Dance! Then die! Hahahaha!"

He Guojun laughed and looked at the black scythe in his hand. He was obviously very satisfied with the weapon that his Fu Lingxin had suddenly condensed. With a move in his heart, he shouted a very second-rate sentence. After all, he was just a young man, and he couldn't help wanting Pretentious mood.

After saying this, He Guojun suddenly turned his head to stare at Wang Chuling, his face was gloomy, and a trace of anger and joy flashed in his eyes. Anger, this life took away his pride, and joy, this hateful life finally ushered in its demise.
"Death is like the wind, always with me!—Death Qi Storm!"

At the same time as the voice fell, the black sickle held tightly in his right hand was vigorously swung. He Guojun, who had never practiced this type of long-handled weapon, or had never mastered any weapon, unexpectedly swung the sickle alternately with his hands without a teacher.

Under his waving, one wave after another of death energy emerged from the void, and the death energy entwined all over his body gradually gathered along his arms, the handle of the sickle, and towards the blade of the sickle.

It was clearly inside the warehouse, isolated from the outside world, but a gust of wind suddenly blew. With He Guojun's dancing, the breeze condensed into a strong wind, which condensed into a gust of wind, and the gust of wind gradually condensed again...

"Whoa-"

With a loud bang, the old warehouse was overwhelmed, and the roof was blown off the moment the gust of wind condensed into a storm.

"Your Highness?!"

Standing on the high ground, the saint of the Vatican and his guardian knight stared in shock at the scene of annihilation not far away.Because at the moment when the roof of the warehouse was lifted, the dead air storm really formed.

Perhaps when ordinary people see this scene, they will only be amazed. Instead of avoiding it, they will be very curious and approach it, wanting to watch the shocking natural landscape up close.But in the eyes of these extraordinary believers in the divine system:

Looking from where they are, the pitch-black hurricane, like an emissary that destroys the world, is raging in the world, shouting in place, and they can even see a strange face from the hurricane, sending out a wave to themselves in the distance. Full of provocative ridicule.

Ordinary people may only see shock and magnificence, but in their eyes, this hurricane is full of death, what a terrible power it is, there is no need to be contaminated, as long as the black wind,

Wherever you go, you die!

(End of this chapter)