The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 845

An air of dead silence permeated the hall of the villa.

Ji Ming sat stiffly on the sofa, not daring to move, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

As for the man who faced the king directly, his expression became very serious.

It is not an exaggeration to describe his strength as worlds apart from that of Fate.

However, the breath of death that Wang exuded at this moment gave him a strong sense of oppression, which not only acts on the mind, but also affects the soul.

呵呵味——

The gray mist permeating Wang's body directly formed a gust of wind and swirled around his body. Following Wang's swing of the knife, streams of knife energy swept towards the man crazily, like a storm of knife energy.

The man clenched his fists with both hands, and the speed of punching was extremely fast. Within a second, he would have thrown at least twenty or thirty punches. If you look closely, a dense shadow of fists filled the air. If someone with dense phobia is here , can be scared to death alive.

bang bang bang-

The sword qi and the shadow of the fist collided, and a gust of wind and waves radiated directly to the surroundings. Countless furniture and seats were directly shattered into a pair of waste products and flashed on the ground.

Not far from the two of them, Ji Ming had several scars on his body out of thin air, and he fell to the ground directly with the sofa.

Tread-

At the end of the first round of fighting, Wang's fingers were tightly clasped on the handle of the knife, his face turned slightly pale, while the man took two steps back slowly, with a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head, looked at his fist that seemed to be filled with gray air, and looked more and more cautious.

The guy in front of me, his strength may indeed be similar to his current strength, and his experience is also weaker than his own.

However, his power is too weird, or too dark, to me, it's like mutual generation and mutual restraint.

If I am not careful today, I think I will capsize secretly.

"Dragon Breath—"

All thoughts flashed in an instant, the man moved his left foot more than half a circle, and punched out directly.

Following this punch, a very powerful force burst out from his fist.

That power faintly formed the appearance of an illusory long dragon, which looked extremely powerful.

Wang's eyes flickered slightly, and his left hand moved instantly, moving along the back of the knife directly to the tip of the knife.

"Hell—earth."

Whispering in a voice that only he could hear, a dazzling saber aura suddenly appeared on the horizontal long knife, and collided with the man's attack in an instant.

boom -

Rumbling sounds kept ringing in the villa, and a long crack spread from the king's feet to the man's feet.

Gradually, the attacks of both of them began to become powerless. With a snap, Wang's saber energy dissipated, and at the moment when the man's moves collapsed, they turned into a thick fog, and directly fell on Wang. face.

Although Wang had been on guard all the time, he didn't expect the puff of mist to come so quickly. When he dodged subconsciously, the puff of mist had already hit his face.

Tread-tap-

He kept moving backwards, more than five steps back, and Wang Cai forcibly stopped.

The fog disappeared, Wang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the long hair on his forehead became very messy.

Even the breath on his body became a little messy.

"Dragon's breath...so that's what happened."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wang's eyes were full of surprise. It turned out that he thought that the dragon's breath was just a move name, but he didn't expect that the strong collision just now was fake. His real backhand was the one just now. A mouthful of mist.

This...maybe it's the real dragon's breath.

When the man saw Wang Zhongzhao, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said unhurriedly: "At your age, it is really not easy to have such strength, but you are still too..."

"Too tender, right?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

The man frowned in dissatisfaction, as if he was used to being superior, and being interrupted by others made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But the next moment, he spat out two mouthfuls of blood without warning, the breath on his body suddenly shrank, and his body shook slightly.

He looked at Wang with a pale face, with puzzlement and horror in his eyes.

At that moment just now, he felt that his strength was weakened by about two layers in an instant, and... not only was it weakened by two layers, but there seemed to be some other things.

It's just that he couldn't figure out how he got tricked at all.

Wang didn't look at the man for the time being, but turned his head towards Ji Ming who had stood up and stood aside. After seeing that he didn't make any changes, Wang said to the man in a cold voice: "Anyone can do it with a false stab."

Although it looked like nothing was going on on the surface, there was still a hint of luck in Wang's heart.

I also learned the trick of swaying a knife, that fellow Geng Xing, and fortunately, I used this knife just now, otherwise, I would probably suffer a disadvantage next time.

Because, just now, I was directly weakened by about two layers of strength by the mist. If this guy is not injured, I will probably be in trouble next time.

Fortunately, this guy also fell for his trick.

The human world... As the name suggests, the powerful power is only attached to knock down the high-ranking people, and the real power is the hidden weakening power.

The man squinted his eyes and looked at Wang, and stood upright in an instant. He turned his head, looked towards the door, and finally looked at Ji Ming. It's been a while!"

After sighing, a very evil aura rose slowly from the man's body.

呵呵味——

There were many voices on his body, and on his left face, there were one after another dark lines emerging, and those lines looked like a demon's totem.

"magic--"

He calmly uttered a word, and strands of black mist appeared on his body, and then gathered behind him, slowly forming a thing about two meters high.

Standing in the corner of the living room, Ji Ming looked at the devil-like thing behind the man, and couldn't help showing a little bit of fear, and muttered in a muttering tone: "The power is concrete..."

Clang——

Looking at this scene, Wang suddenly put the knife back into the scabbard, looked at the man with a straight body and said, "I made a big move from the beginning, which is exactly what I want."

"hell--"

After finishing speaking, Wang uttered two words softly. Behind him, a large gray mist gathered at some point. It seemed that something was brewing in the gray mist.

(End of this chapter)