Chapter 1179: What about that (question ticket)

The black man glanced at him, but at that glance, it seemed as if he was looking at a dead body with no life mechanism, with carelessness that was completely out of his eyes, "roll."
It’s a simple word, but it’s almost a smile.
She used to be used to it, and for the first time she met a guy who was colder than her and more arrogant than her.
Tunxi hands and chest, like a smile, said: "Why?"
The black man’s expression still has no fluctuations, and the light is faint:
I want to live, roll; if I want to die, you can try to stay.

"I'm sorry." Tunxi smacked his mouth and his voice was cold. "I don't want to die, but I don't want to roll. So there is another way, you can roll it!"
The man in black heard the words, and the eyes of the old well had finally loosened a bit, as if a layer of frost had condensed.
He was in a glimpse, and the whole person seemed to disappear in the same place and attacked the river.
In the eyes of Tunxi, the cold awns flashed and the figure quickly moved.
For a time, the room seemed to have turned out the innumerable afterimages of Tunxi, surrounded by black men.
The man in black raised his eyebrows slightly, and the scorn and light in his eyes took a few points and turned into a dignified one.
In the next moment, countless Tunxis attacked the men in black.
The slender Yuncheng, the crystal-clear jade fingers bloom like a soft lotus leaf, but when attacked in front of it, it has a creepy killing machine.
In the dormitory of the God Medicine House, you can practice, you can do it, but you can't destroy the building.
Therefore, the contradiction between the average student will be solved by the melee combat, otherwise a spell will be used, and the entire dormitory area will not collapse.
Quxi's past life was a killer, and she had full confidence in her level of close combat.
So far, in addition to Nangong Temple, she has not fallen behind in the pure fighting, including the original Feng Yunjing, in the cloud of clouds, if there is no black flag, it is only a unilateral beating.
But the black man in front of him, his body and fighting skills, was shocked by Tunxi.
I have already made every effort, but this black man seems to have been working with ease.
The most important thing is that the black man's hand and body attached to the spiritual strength, a thin layer, as if wearing armor for him, so that his attack can not hurt him.
However, in the mainland of the Jurassic, how many people can do whatever they want to control the spiritual power into armor? Even if it is the peak of the Yuan Ying period, it may not be able to do it?
The black man and the Tunxi struggled for a while, his eyes flickered slightly, and the spiritual power of the whole person suddenly soared, and the brook was quickly shrouded in it.
Tunxi was limited by his spiritual domain, and his movements had a pause for a moment.
A pair of cold and rough big palms caught her throat in an instant, and pressed her whole person back and pressed her against the wall.
Tunxi only felt that the throat was sweet, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood.
The cold breath of the man spit on her face, looking at her eyes with a condescending, without a trace of human feelings, "You are not my opponent."
In this situation, Tunxi was not afraid of panic, but smiled unscrupulously. "Is it? But what about it?"
The black man stunned and suddenly felt a slight tingling under his neck.
When he bowed his head, he saw that his neckline clothes had fallen into pieces, and between his collarbone and neck, just near the carotid artery, a small scar appeared.