: Section 714 Gale

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In the midst of the sound of the sky, those eyes, from the beginning of the expectation, turned into contempt, this is how uncomfortable shouting!
The performance of the ghost face is really amazing. It is able to force Benson to be so embarrassed, forcing Benson to expose his true strength, and finally winning Han Binging’s hand is especially impressive. However, the discerning person can still see that the strength of the grimace is not as good as Benson.
If it is not enough, why do you need to use it?
The open challenge of the grimace is more and more ridiculous and unrecognizable.
Tang Tian did not move, his eyes did not leave Benson above the tower, the teenager behind the mask clenched his lips.
I don't lie, I just want to beat you! Only by defeating you can I defeat those who are stronger than you. If I defeat you all, I will be able to save everyone.
I don't understand conspiracy, not smart enough, then I use my fist to defeat you.
I know this is not smart enough, but I think so.
Black Benson, you are my first challenge!
All the distracting thoughts, all burned into ash, in the eyes of the teenager, only the figure on the tower, the figure like a mountain, the figure he needs to win.
Benson was stunned, his dark face could not see the anger, only a taunt in his eyes.
Do you think that playing a little smart is qualified to challenge me?
Benson’s eyes turned cold, and he also put all the distractions away, no matter whether the ghosts had other intentions, but in the face of absolute strength, the so-called conspiracy was nothing but a castle in the air.
A new generation of iron guards is going to go out.
The Moore family will only be stronger. Benson is absolutely not allowed, and some people at this time have damaged the reputation of the Moore family.
Overlooking the grimace below, Benson looked indifferent and cold: "I don't care."
He did not exhale and open his voice, but these four words were as thrilling as they were, blasting in the air and spreading away.
Under the eyes of the public, he raised his right arm and pointed to the sky.
Hey, the air around him trembled fiercely, like a boil, and his body became distorted. The air is extremely repressed, and a terrible breath envelopes the entire West Street.
The boiling air, a swirl of air, they grow rapidly, in a twinkling of an eye, turned into a hurricane around Benson.
In the hurricane, Benson’s figure did not move. The scale of the hurricane is constantly expanding. It expands at an alarming rate. The gravel, trees and tiles at the foot of Tang Tian have left the ground and they are blown into the sky.
Benson's eyes are cold, his black skin is like alive, and he is very strange and flowing along his body. The black color on his face quickly faded, revealing the white skin, such as the black tide of the thick ink, constantly rushing toward the palm of his hand.
The blood bear black flag was blown to the hunt and was erratic.
This hand can be much more powerful than the last time!
Tang Tian’s eyes were shining, and the war in his chest became more and more high. He was in a state of excitement. His figure is like a nail, nailed to the ground, the silk does not move, and the blood bear flag at the foot is blown to desperately.
Hey, Tang Tian reached out to the palm of his hand, holding the flagpole and inserting it with force.
The blood bear black flag squats and sinks again.
Han Binging was in a state of sorrow. Although she understood the law, she was too far away from Benson. Benson’s understanding of the law is much deeper than her. The wind was getting bigger and bigger, and she almost stood unsteady. Her face changed greatly and she held the hilt involuntarily.
Her whole body glowed with a faint blue light, and no matter how the raging wind raged, she could not shake her figure.
Boom!
The West Street, which was just restored, suffered again, and they collapsed in pieces. The masonry that has just been filled on the ground, smashed, is drawn into a deep groove, the debris is caught in the wind, the wind marks are more and more, and the stone bricks are crushed.
The pieces of stone bricks are continuously peeled off from the ground and caught in the air by the wind.
The sharp wind and whistle has also become sobbing and groaning.
A man with a bright red dress changed his face and flew into the sky, screaming and screaming: "All go back!"
This sound is high, and it is far from the whistling sound of the overwhelming sound. The onlookers who were shocked by the horror of their eyes, such as dreams, woke up and fled desperately.
Xu Anzhong, who was wearing a sneaker, carried a sword and glanced at Victor, who had just voiced the police. Some accidents. I didn't think that this guy who was a lover would not be bad.
Victor fell from the sky, angered with red clothes, like a flower bloom. The beautiful and unremarkable face, the expression of the past and the indifference disappeared, replaced by a face full of dignity and awe.
"We are going backwards."
Victor Shen Shen.
The glamorous maid around him was full of surprises, and some could not believe: "The son, is Benson so strong?"
She has never seen such a look of her own son. In her mind, the son is always so careless, as if nothing can make him move.
"That is [Gale]."
Victor grabbed the maid and plunged backwards, screaming: "The knife of the wind, not a secret, there are many people practicing. The law of the wind is also the most common law. But it is difficult to learn, really practice. It’s difficult to get to the back. Especially its killing. There are two tricks for the knife of the wind knife, [Little Wind] and [Gale].
"Small wind? Gale? Very common name." The glamorous maid.
"Ordinary?" Victor slammed his mouth: "It's not ordinary at all. There are only a handful of people who can practice these two tricks. Do you know Shi Yun?"
"Golden singer Shi Yun?" The glamorous maid was scared. When she said something else, she still couldn't understand it, but when she said this, she immediately understood that [Gale] was so powerful.
"Yes, it is him. Thirty years ago, the top ten violent people in the crime field, he cultivated [Gale]. He is always proud of this point. You can see his name. ""
"Is Benson so powerful?" The glamorous maid opened a cherry mouth and was unbelievable. The wind singer Shi Yun, what kind of character is that? Even the Qin family of the Qin family can not reach that point.
"No." Victor's eyes lit up with a hint of temperament, but his tone was calm: "He should only be enlightened. If he can be ten years younger, he might have a chance to catch up with Shi Yun. Well, in fact, people are already very It’s amazing, haha, I really want to see the face of Qin Yu.

"Isn't the grimace lost?" The glamorous maid is a little sad. In her opinion, the grimace is willing to go to the rescue of her female subordinates. It is truly a person of righteousness.
"The loss is definitely going to lose." Victor indulged: "But this guy, I can't see the depth."
He looked at the hurricane, the size of the hurricane was incredibly amazing, and it swung straight into the sky, not at first glance. Between heaven and earth, it seems like there is a wind column. The dark clouds of the sky are constantly being involved, lightning and thunder, the scene is like the end, the horror is extremely.
Victor's eyesight was so sharp that he saw the faintly flashing figure in the hurricane, still as straight as a gun.
Han Binging's body leaned forward slightly, the sword was standing, the whistling wind was like a knife, and there was no chance to breathe. The blue mans on her body are struggling to support. She clenches her teeth and resists all her strength. The sword of her mind is in front of such a violent hurricane.
But she did not give up, and did not want to give up!
The back was swallowed up by the wind, but she was very convinced that if it was him, he would not step back half a step!
He has always been like that!
The blood of the silk oozing from the lips of Han Bing's lips, the frost creeping up her eyebrows and eyelashes, and the thin frost covered her forehead. Strong pressure makes her body tremble uncontrollably.
But she still has not retired.
If it is him, he will not retreat...
Han Binging holds the hilt, strong pressure, so that her brain is blank, mixed with chaos, only this sentence floats and sinks, does not dissipate.
In the distant Xu Anzhong, staring at Han Binging, sharp eyes like a sword, revealing the color of appreciation. He did not think that such a tenacious will appeared on a woman.
It’s a natural swordsman!
Tang Tian is surrounded by darkness, flying sand and walking stones, and the wind and the wind are mixed with broken trees and smashing the air, like a ghost crying.
Hey!
There are always stones that have been rolled up by the wind to Tang Tian, ​​but only one close to the three feet around Tang Tian, ​​they are turned into powder. The blood bear black flag at the foot of Tang Tian is not affected by the wind, but gently swings.
A large tree surrounded by three people smashed into Tang Tian like a city car, but unfortunately it was not close to Tang Tian, ​​and it was torn by the violent wind knife.
The black of Benson's body, like the tide, poured into his palm, and gathered in his palm into a black spot.
The tenacity of the grimace makes Benson a little surprised. It seems that the last battle ~EbookFREE.me~ this has a breakthrough.
However, I want to challenge myself with this breakthrough. It is an idiotic dream.
The wind is rising and the clouds are flying.
This is the [Gale], rigid and soft, and unbreakable. Although he can't cultivate the [Gale] to this point, but its violent power is definitely not the one in front of this hidden head can compete.
Together with the wind, the gods are self-sufficient.
In the hurricane, the wind is fickle, and the gathering is invisible. As long as it is trapped inside, there is no chance to escape.
Hey!
The squally winds change in the air, and they turn into wind blades of various shapes, and they suddenly become unpredictable.
Hey, a wind blade broke through the space around Tang Tian, ​​leaving a scar on Tang Tian’s arm, and blood permeated.
It’s amazing.
After the mask, the boy whispered silently, but the radiance of the pair of scorpions was unusually weird.
Benson certainly didn't know how his zero-energy body was cultivated.
What is the similarity between the scene in front and the storm of the sword.
Still familiar formula, or familiar taste.
After the mask, Tang Tian licked his lips and really missed it.
I miss the pain and the sweat of the time, miss the ridicule and accompanying people, miss the warm sunshine of the Ursa Major and the wind that has not yet been exhausted, and miss the super big bear egg...
Ah.
Such as spit light wind, the eyes gently converge, the teenager raised his face.