Doomsday Rise

True Qi was being consumed at an astonishing speed. The yellowish-brown mist could corrode the true Qi. Liu Weian could only hold on with his profound skills. If he was an ordinary expert, the mist would penetrate the true Qi and corrode the body within a few seconds.

Bang, bang!

Liu Wei'an knocked out the remaining two homeless people with two lightning punches. Before the yellowish-brown mist spread, he backed away from a safe distance, and said to the night sky: "Don't show off your small tricks to embarrass yourself. Come on with some real skills, otherwise, when I make a move, you won't have a chance to make a move."

"Young man, it's a miracle that you can still survive with this kind of character." Poison Yama, wearing a colorful robe, fell from mid-air like a colorful cloud, with a pair of sharp eyes like knives.

"No wonder it's hidden, it looks really scary!" Liu Weian showed a disgusted expression.

Poison Yan Luo's eyes immediately turned red. He is not good-looking, but he cannot be called ugly. The reason why this face is scary now is because it was disfigured in the formation, and the founder of the formation is Liu Weian. Wei An is the chief culprit, and now, this chief culprit actually satirizes him face to face, which is unbearable.

"You look very angry!" Liu Wei'an said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's wrong to judge people by their appearance. I apologize for my shallowness like you."

"Apologize now, it's too late!" Poison Yan Luo exuded a strong murderous intent, the temperature in the air dropped rapidly, his left hand suddenly went black, and in the blink of an eye, the left hand turned into a black hand, as black as ink, so frighteningly black .

"What's wrong with your hands? Are you sick? I know a doctor, a surgical expert, who is good at massaging bones, treating bruises, and especially good at treating diseases on your hands. Judging by your appearance, it should be a skin problem, right? You sign up for me, you don't need to line up—" Liu Wei'an looked serious.

"Go to hell!" Du Yanluo couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped out a palm. In an instant, a giant black palm as big as a mountain covered half of the long street.

"The city lord stay away, poison Yan Luo's poisonous palm cannot be hard-to-handle—" Di Dao hurriedly reminded.

"Not good—" A thief not far away changed his face drastically, he didn't care to hide his figure, and was eager to escape. He just stood up, his head was dizzy, and then he saw a change in his skin, from healthy yellow to black , This process is indescribably fast, and within a breath, a good person becomes a black man.

"Big loss—" Before the word 'ha' could be uttered, the thief's consciousness dissipated and he died. There were more than a dozen other people who died together. These people had various goals in their arms, and the common point was that they were too close, just in the shadow of the huge black hand.

"Still too young!" Seeing that Liu Wei'an actually used his fist to catch Poison Yan Luo's poisonous hand, the old man in the straw hat couldn't help shaking his head, "Confidence is a good thing, too much self-confidence becomes arrogance."

"You don't want to save it? Such a genius, it's a pity to die!" the beggar said.

"How many geniuses are there in this world? Some geniuses are worth saving, and some geniuses can't be saved twice after being saved once. Character determines the future." The old man in the straw hat said lightly, smoking a cigarette, not planning to make a move. While speaking, the huge black hand collided with the thunderous fist. Judging from the volume, Liu Weian's fist was like a small ant, but the result of the collision surprised everyone.

After an earth-shattering loud noise, Liu Weian kept on lifting, while the mountain-like giant hand was torn apart. This scene stunned everyone.

In a head-on confrontation, Poison Yan Luo actually lost to Liu Wei'an. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, everyone would not believe it.

"Did Poison Yan Luo release the water?" Pei Yongji couldn't help but said, he really couldn't believe that the famous Poison Yan Luo would not be Liu Wei'an's opponent.

"It's not for this reason. One is that Liu Wei'an is really strong, and he is catching up with the older generation. The second reason is that Poison Yan Luo specializes in poison, and his internal strength is not outstanding." Luo Wuyan explained.

"Look at Liu Wei'an is a fist." Yang Shisanlang said suddenly, Pei Yongji and Luo Wuyan took a closer look and gasped.

Whether the lightning is silver or another color, it is difficult for ordinary people to have a correct description, but it is definitely not black. A black air enveloped Liu Wei'an's fist and spread towards the wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the entire forearm They all turned black, comparable in pitch to Poison Yama's hands.

"Poisoned!" Pei Yongji's tone had a trace of imperceptible relief, and the solemnity on his face faded away.

"Liu Wei'an is too proud. It's a pity that Poison Yan Luo's poisonous palm dared to take it hard." Luo Wuyan stared closely at Liu Wei'an's fist. The speed spreads towards the upper arms and shoulders.

"Is there an antidote to Poison Yama's toxin?" Yang Shisanlang asked.

"No solution!" Pei Yongji and Luo Wuyan said at the same time.

The blackness quickly spread to Liu Wei'an's neck, and it was divided into two directions, one direction went towards the head, and the other direction went down, devouring the body.

"City Lord—" Scalper and Stone Niu rushed over, their faces full of anxiety and worry.

"Don't come close!" Di Dao reminded loudly, but only stopped the scalper. When Shi Niu heard the reminder, he had already rushed to Liu Wei'an, and stopped three meters away. He hesitated whether to retreat, but here Suddenly, a horrible thing happened, his body suddenly turned black, and within a few breaths, his whole body turned black, as black as ink.

clatter—

The stone cow turned into a stream of sewage and flowed on the ground, leaving no flesh, bones or fur, only a puddle of sewage.

"Stone Cow!" The scalper was startled and angry.

"Don't get close!" Di Dao shouted loudly, and the scalper took a step and stopped quickly. The rest of the peace fighters stayed where they were and did not dare to move. This was the first time they had witnessed such a terrible poison.

"How did this thing break?" Zhang Wuhe looked at Liu Weian worriedly.

"No solution!" Di Dao spat out two words.

"There is nothing in the world that is unsolvable." Zhang Wuhe didn't believe it.

"So far, no one has been able to decipher the toxin of Du Yanluo." Di Dao's voice was very low, "The main body of the city is unusual, and its strength is profound. Maybe it can create miracles."

"He's a freak, he can't die." Zhang Wuhe seemed to be speaking to the Ping'an Army, but also to himself. Liu Wei'an's condition is very bad at the moment, the black that spreads down quickly passed his chest, and then slowed down when he reached the dantian of his abdomen, the upward black has flooded his five sense organs, only the center of his eyebrows is still in normal color, Liu Wei'an The whole person looked very strange, maintaining a boxing posture, motionless.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed...

a quarter of an hour passed...

Liu Wei'an is still alive, not dead, and the dantian and eyebrows are still not covered by black. Obviously, Liu Wei'an is still persisting.

"I have to admit that Liu Wei'an is indeed a very outstanding talent among the younger generation." Pei Yongji lamented that such an opponent is his luck and his misfortune.

Competing with each other and promoting each other is a healthy development. If the opponent's strength is too strong and crushes the peers, then the competition of others is a joke.

"To be able to persist under the poison of Poison Yama for so long, the older generation can't do it." Luo Wu said, Du Yanluo became famous very early, and many older generations would respectfully call him senior when they saw him, because the poison kung fu is invincible, Many people turned pale when they talked about him. So far, none of his opponents has survived.

"Something is wrong!" Yang Shisanlang said suddenly.

"If Liu Wei'an does not die, he will become a great weapon." Pei Yongji's tone was a bit complicated. The longer Liu Wei'an persisted, the greater his potential. The greater Liu Wei'an's potential, the greater the threat to others, including himself. .

"I'm not talking about Liu Wei'an, I'm talking about Poison Yanluo." Yang Shisanlang said.

"Huh?" Luo Wuyan looked at Poison Yan Luo with lightning, and when he saw it, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his mind went blank.

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"Poison Yanluo is dead!" The beggar suddenly sat up straight, shocked!

"What? Dead? Really dead!" The old man in the straw hat suddenly stood up, so quickly that the straw hat was crooked, and he didn't realize it, and half of his face was exposed, which was extremely terrifying.

"When did you die?" The beggar couldn't help being shocked, he just sat on the side and watched, but he couldn't tell when Du Yanluo died.

"How did you die?" The old man in the straw hat was no less shocked than the beggar, UU reading www.uukanshu. com The two of them claimed to be rare masters in the world, and every move around them could not escape their eyes. But now, they were staring at a battle at the same time, and one of them died, but they didn't notice it at all. Is there anything more absurd than this?

No, it's not absurd, it's weird.

If it wasn't for Poison Yanluo standing still for too long, which didn't suit his style of doing things, neither of them had any doubts. In terms of their strength and vision, they didn't realize that someone died before their eyes. The strength of the two was seriously provocative, and the one who died was Poison Yan Luo. It was incredible that no one would know when such a master died.

The two immediately replayed the scene where Liu Weian and Poison Yan Luo fought. The two just fought each other, which was easy to recall. The process was clear and not complicated at all.

"That wisp of fluctuation!" The beggar and the old man in the straw hat said in unison. At the moment when Liu Weian's fist collided with the giant palm, a wisp of undetectable fluctuation flashed away. Because it was mixed in the storm, there was no one there. Pay attention, even if you notice it, you will only think that it was caused by the collision, and you will not suspect anything else at all. It was this abnormal fluctuation that killed Poison Yama, and killed him with one blow.

"The mind and soul are broken, but the body is unharmed. This is a spiritual attack!" said the old man with the straw hat.

"Young people now!" The beggar's face was no longer calm like before, he was caught off guard and suddenly launched a soul attack, who can bear it? It was still at the moment of a collision with all its strength, Poison Yan Luo had criss-crossed the mainland for decades, and he had gone through countless vicious battles, big and small, but he capsized at the hands of Liu Wei'an.

As a contemporary of Poison Yan Luo, the beggar felt somewhat sad when the rabbit died. Suddenly, his eyes shrank, and the blackness on Liu Weian's body shrank.