The strongest in the world: starting from picking up Feng Baobao

123 Slaughter
Overcast clouds covered the pitch-black sky, and only part of the moonlight that leaked was scattered on the ground.

Under the dim moonlight, Ba Tianhu and Fan Wujiu's postures at this time looked a bit strange.

One person stood on the collapsed ground, and the other person's feet were suspended in the air.

It was as if one person lifted the other up.

wrong.

It was someone who was held up by the neck.

It's just that the person who was lifted was not Fan Wujiu who was under attack, but Tyrant Tiger who delivered the blow that broke the boat.

Ba Tianhu's cheeks were flushed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, foam appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked like he was about to suffocate.

On the other hand, Fan Wujiu was pinching Ba Tianhu's neck with one hand, and let out a cold and piercing laugh.

"Ho ho ho... It's a pity that after three moves, you didn't let me move a step. Now that the game is over, you should die as agreed!"

Hearing this, Ba Tianhu struggled desperately, but this little resistance didn't seem to have any effect, on the contrary, the more he struggled, the more he couldn't breathe.

The originally flushed face had begun to gradually turn blue, and then purple again.

The whites of his eyes were turned up, tears were streaming down his face, and he looked like he was about to die.

Now he can only see the figure of the man below through the corner of his eye.

Scary grimace mask, dark robes.

From the beginning to the end, it was calm and breezy.

Only now did Ba Tianhu finally know where Fan Wujiu's confidence lies.

But it was a pity that it was too late, and now he no longer had any ability to struggle, and could only watch himself and his brothers fall into death.

"Huh?" Fan Wujiu made a puzzled voice, "It seems that you are not convinced?"

"Well, let's not send you to death in a hurry. Let you see the miserable situation of helping the brothers die."

While speaking, the strength in Fan Wujiu's hand became much lighter.

This made Ba Tianhu suddenly feel that his breathing became much easier, and his cheeks turned from bruise to red again.

At least according to the current situation, he can still struggle for a while.

It's a pity that Fan Wujiu didn't intend to let him die so easily.

The next second, faint screams could be heard not far away.

The voices rose and fell, and the wailing continued.

Although Ba Tianhu was not as uncomfortable as before at this time, he was still unable to move in Fan Wujiu's hands, and he could only vaguely see what happened not far away from the corner of his eyes.

But the next scene made his eyes widen, and his limbs struggled desperately again.

The bulging veins on his forehead and the whining sound all revealed his anger.

But at this moment, he was powerless except to struggle, and could only watch helplessly as his brothers were slaughtered one by one.

Unknowingly, the wailing sound gradually died down.

The corners of Ba Tianhu's eyes were filled with tears, he looked at Fan Wujiu full of anger, gritted his teeth and uttered a few words intermittently from his mouth: "You...don't...have to...be...dead! "

As the party involved, Fan Wujiu grinned and said coldly after hearing the words: "Hehe... I didn't expect that seeing the scene just now didn't make you despair, it seems that your will is indeed firm. But what's the matter? Anyway, you will all die in my hands in the end, no matter who comes."

"Ho ho ho..."

The ear-piercing sneer sounded suddenly in the lonely night, which seemed extremely strange and desolate.

But not long after the laughter started, it was covered by a deafening explosion.

"boom--"

Dazzling flames soared into the sky, illuminating the entire dark military base at once.

Then a rolling heat wave hit us, turning all the scorched and withered plants around into ashes.

And Fan Wujiu, who was in the very center of the explosion, was also shocked by the sudden explosion.

"Self-explosion..." Fan Wujiu murmured to himself under the roiling heat wave and violent impact, "It's a man, but it's a pity that his strength is a little weaker."

Taking back the hand raised in the air, Fan Wujiu gently clenched his fist. Except for feeling a little burning, he did not suffer any damage.

So, in the center of the explosion, with his hands behind his back, he quietly waited for the aftermath of the explosion to disappear.

This is an explosion caused by the self-detonation of Tyrant Tiger. The impact of the explosion is so powerful that it can even easily destroy an armored vehicle.

The explosion caused by the self-explosion of the dantian of a seventh-level heaven-level person, even if a ninth-level heaven-level person has body-protecting gas, will not die but will be seriously injured.

But it's a pity that Ba Tianhu missed one point. Fan Wujiu is not the ninth rank of the heavenly class, but the peak of the legendary heavenly class.

There is a world of difference between the two words. When the captain came to the peak of the heavenly level, there were actually some faint signs of transcendence.

At this time, the captain's physique, true energy, and vitality will begin to undergo qualitative changes.

Although this change is only a little bit, it is this little bit that shows the difference between the peak of the sky level and the ninth grade of the sky level.

The explosion caused by Ba Tianhu's self-explosion of his dantian could not cause any harm to Fan Wujiu except that it made him feel a little hot.

This is bound to be a futile effort.

And after the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, the massacre not far away was coming to an end.

Only Tieniu and a few others were still struggling to support themselves. At this time, the white robe Xie Bian was wearing had been stained black with blood.

The bright red blood is so dark and dazzling in the dark night.

With his hands behind his back, Fan Wujiu walked towards Xie Bi'an in a leisurely manner, and said lightly as he walked: "Ho ho ho...Xiao Qi, your efficiency is a bit slow. It will take so long to deal with a few small miscellaneous fish."

"Don't make sarcastic remarks to me over there. The combination attack formation is already difficult to crack, and it's normal for me to spend a little more time. What's more, the person you dealt with seems not to have died in your hands, but to blew his dantian to death. .Although the results are the same, the process is somewhat different." Xie Bi'an retracted the blade in his hand and said coldly as the warm blood splashed onto the grimace mask.

When he spoke just now, several people were pierced by his sharp blade and fell down. At this time, only Tie Niu barely stood in front of him.

"Huh? Why is there an ordinary person still alive? Do you want me to help you?" Fan Wujiu asked, pointing to the shivering Wang Erling not far away.

Wang Er was trembling in a daze, completely unaware that the other party would target him.

Originally, he thought that his side was about to win, and he was very happy in his heart.

But before he knew it, the people around him suddenly fell into a pool of blood.

He was the only one still standing shivering in the cold wind, foolishly watching the masked men in blood robes slaughtering their compatriots one by one.

Even the Iron Bull, whom he originally had high hopes for, could only barely hold on during this massacre.

No... It should be said that it is not the turn of Iron Bull yet.

But that's okay, at least you won't notice yourself.

But seeing that the two people in Nether Palace were about to forget about themselves, the next second that terrifying Fan Wujiu actually wanted to kill him himself.

This made the cowardly Wang Er Leng suddenly forget how to deal with it, and just stood there in a daze, watching the other person walking towards him slowly step by step.

(End of this chapter)