Naruto system rampages in another world

Kill at the slightest sign of the neck

The old man's waxy withered face was lined with wrinkles and ravines, and the raised blood vessels were beating like earthworms burrowing back and forth in the ravines. It looked so scary.

There are two big bulges in the sun's rays, beating up and down.

Old Bingchi stared at Qin Hao coldly, smiled "Hey", and without even bothering to say a word, he raised his feet and stepped forward.

then,

The icy blue area visible to the naked eye is like a moving lake, exuding a magnificent and charming blue-red light.

A huge light and shadow passed through the sky.

Waves of extremely stable energy fluctuations spread out from the middle, like a heavy giant turtle shell, falling from the sky and hitting Qin Hao.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't care about my disciple's life or death at all." Qin Hao blinked his eyes and smiled with an extremely pure and kind expression: "As expected, the longer this person lives, the more ruthless he becomes and he doesn't care about others. In terms of life and death, neither Mu Guzhu nor my cheap master can compare to you."

Old Bingchi almost didn't think about it and responded with actions. In an instant, Qin Hao saw clearly the selfish, ruthless and decisive nature of this old guy.

"He is a person who is extremely similar to me. The sect and disciples are just weights in my hands. How can they be as good as myself?"

Qin Hao grinned, his sharp teeth showing a cold light.

The more similar a character is to oneself, the less one likes it. This contradictory feeling really makes people feel uncomfortable.

The Sharingan rotated crazily, as if two rays of blood shot out from the eyes, and he saw a thick layer of blue frost and cold air roaring towards him.

The surrounding temperature was dropping sharply, and the cold current scraped through the skin like a knife. Qin Hao had no doubt that this temperature was enough to freeze a weaker person into ice in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, there were balls of red flames approaching rapidly.

On the outline of the swaying flame, there were regular lines looming. Qin Hao's pupils shrank slightly, and he vaguely felt a palpitation from it.

"Can I threaten myself?"

Qin Hao muttered to himself, turned his toes to the side, and immediately ducked away like a waterweed.

The hard sand solidified on his skin, in just a short moment, began to shrink and solidify like shrunken clothes, making him feel that the skin underneath had become wrinkled, and there was a kind of frostbite and bruise on his muscles. Feeling of friction.

"7 breaths."

Qin Hao immediately calculated the maximum time limit for the sandy skin on his body to be completely frozen and fall off.

Little did he know that when he was calculating his emotions here, Bingchi, the old man opposite, looked at Qin Hao who seemed as if nothing had happened, and his heart sank. Only then did he realize that the information about Qin Hao in the intelligence was not a lie. On the contrary, he might have said he was weak, " There are no fluctuations of strange energy, just relying on the strength of the body..."

In Qin Hao's mind, countless slide-like pictures were overlapping and comparing. The entire "lake" had a total of 172 flames, all of which were completely locked in an instant.

The frequency of the swaying fire, the amplitude of the vibration, the brightness of the flame, and the curvature of the flame outline. . . .Under the incredible powers of observation of the Sharingan, all the information turned into groups of monotonous data, as if undefended, rearranging pictures in Qin Hao's mind.

One, the world of the next breath.

"Well, first of all, you need to experience it for yourself."

Just like playing a game, once you know the game clearance route is not complete, you also need to know your own fault tolerance rate. This thing is usually reflected in the game by how many lives you have, or how many health bars you have. How long is it, and when converted into reality, compare it. . . .

A sharp look flashed in Qin Hao's eyes, and he paused for a moment. Then he let go and took a big step forward. He twisted his forearms outwards and "popped" his hands together. The whole arm immediately seemed to be blown by air. expanded.

The thick meridians are like earth dragons wrapped around it, the muscles are rising, and the fibers are twisted together like steel wires through the sand skin.

Qin Hao's face was expressionless as the ferocious beast-like aura suddenly became unbridled.

Use your strength, exert your strength, step on your feet, and punch a flame boldly.

"Yeah." Old Bingchi witnessed Qin Hao's behavior as if he was seeking death. First, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and then two rays of light burst out from his pupils, and he shouted in his heart: "He is seeking death."

Immediately afterwards, he stepped hard, and a cold wind suddenly surged in front of him, and there was a loud bang in the blue halo.

The figures flickered, still five meters apart.Qin Hao felt as if a cannon had been fired in his ears. Flames and artillery fire were flying, and the cold wind blew on his body, especially with the burning smell like gunpowder smoke and billowing heat waves.

It's like two fashions colliding.

In the flames, two fists smashed together.

A giant rock of fine steel, the blast of air violently stirred the energy halo, exploded with bangs, and made a series of explosions. The flame in the center was like being hit by a high-pressure water gun, and it was about to explode and go out.

Then, Old Bingchi gave a sharp shout. Before the sound came, his fist had already arrived. His fist was covered with a blue texture, but it was like some kind of hydrogen fuel. In an instant, the flame was compressed and detonated again, with a huge sound wave. And the blazing red light caused by friction was connected on the spot.

"Give me death"

Qin Hao's power is too terrifying. Even in his own domain, the lethality of Qin Hao's punch has been reduced by ice flow and flames by [-]%, but the remaining [-]% is like a thunderbolt. , Pei Ran Mo Yu.

The fist trembled, and the bones made a cracking sound. Old Bingchi's eyes were red, and he let out a dull roar in his throat. He suppressed the tremors of his body, and a ball of fire surged on his fist.

"Red fire, lotus blossoms."

Old Bingchi laughed ferociously, and in the flames flashing in front of his eyes, a red fire lotus suddenly bloomed. The leaves of the red lotus whined through the air, and instantly burned the strong wind in front of him to ashes.

The fist wind burned up, the ice flow rolled, and the fire exploded.

Qin Hao's face was not moved at all, like a sculpture made of iron and stone, only his eyes were filled with cold light.

indifferent

profound

The red lotus bloomed in the Sharingan eyes. Qin Hao groaned, and there was a sharp pain in the middle line between his chest and jaw. Then, his chest felt tight, and the sand on his chest exploded into a lotus shape.

As for him, his huge body stepped back, and his whole body rose into the air, flying upside down like a terrifying cannonball.

A red light tore through the air and penetrated a full kilometer. . . . .

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