Chapter 2272 The Emperor of Movies, How Vicious
Knock on the door!
Like the sound of a bell echoing quietly, the echo reverberating in my heart, it is moving!
Just one punch, Liu Qing immediately gasped and flew out.
"Oh, hey. You. How is it possible."
"You are really great, you almost killed me. What a pity. It was just a little bit. Since I didn't die, it was you."
"But you are seriously injured!"
"Oh, hey. Do you think I am qualified to be the emperor of movies?"
"What?"
"Nothing, you will die anyway." As I spoke, I walked towards Liu Qing step by step.
He was indeed injured before, and the injury was not light, but the mental injury did not have much impact on the current battle.
No matter how clever and vicious Liu Qing's means were, I could only rely on the huge gap between the two sides to clean him up.
"If you want me to die, I'm afraid it's not that easy." In this way, Liu Qing slowly raised his right hand, and the vitality of the palm surged, and people involuntarily changed color.
Even if he has not broken through the world of rumors now, he is not weak! It's a pity that he faces me.
It's just that he didn't attack me, but everyone was surprised that suddenly his right palm slapped his own Dantian place!
Plop!
The pain made Liu Qing spit blood uncontrollably again, and almost immediately his breathing became more depressed.
Just the next surprising thing happened.
Dantian was originally the lifeblood of martial arts, and it was too late to protect them now. How could they self-harm like Liu Qing?
While they hated Liu Qing, they also felt sad in their hearts. After all, with Liu Qing's talents, even if the future was bad, these two rituals should have great power. Is there a need to do this?
People asked themselves from the bottom of their hearts, and soon came to a puzzling conclusion about Liu Qing's behavior. Even if you die here, why do you hurt yourself?
Anyone can imagine that the pain of Dantian injury is not something that ordinary people can bear.
Sure enough! Then, Liu Qing's eyes suddenly bulged, his whole face was red, and the blood vessels on his forehead were all high and bulging, as if they could burst open at any time!
The same fierce terror enveloped the body, the green tendons were exposed, the whole person was trembling, the pain of tearing his heart and lungs.
"Ah!"
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Above the sky, the color was a little yellow. Like the cover of wind and sand, only the first round of tomorrow can be vaguely seen.
Indeed, the temperature did not drop at all, the scorching temperature baked irritability in the heart, and as soon as the sweat appeared, it evaporated cleanly, leaving only a sticky touch on the skin.
Everyone looked at Liu Qingyi's ordinary behavior and wondered why he would make such a choice.
The whole face was distorted, as if the pain was about to coma. Patience always has a limit, but I am afraid that this limit has been reached at this time.
"Yun. Oh, my God. Ancient. Law, Jiu. Fanna. Still. Live!"
Liu Qing gritted his teeth and bit out a word, a fierce face, his eyes staring in my direction, as if he wanted to bite a piece of meat.
His breathing was weak, but the next moment he began to climb again at a strange speed. The majestic force, accompanied by a strong wind, blew across the ground.
The gravel flew away, flying all over the sand, and the dark yellow sand was lifted into the sky for a moment, and people who squinted their eyes couldn't open their eyes.
Soon, I had to open my eyes.
The vitality came out of the body, forming a thin mask on the surface of the body, barely blocking the flying gravel. The bangs kept ringing, and the mask popped out again after a continuous low, consuming an astonishing speed.
It was just that at this time, no one would choose to close their eyes again.
In less than a minute, Liu Qing's practice of singing all the way quickly returned to the late Qian Kun, but it didn't stop.
