He made up his mind secretly and said, "This is your full strength? This is your qualification to take back the tide fighting? Haha..."

Disdainful chuckles as the ghostly body came from all directions, Wen Silin's body trembled slightly when he heard this. He grabbed the gun with both hands, almost snipped his teeth into pieces, and squeezed out the word "Ask for the ability, don't use this despicable and obsessed!"

"That's it...will I withdraw from ten feet away? Ask a referee to come over, first make an appointment not to slap in the face, and then call 321. Let's start fighting together? Haha, what do you think of this idea..."

With a blue face, Winsling could hear the ridiculous meaning of this sentence, but he was not good at refuting it. Because this is the reason. Fighting is not a play, success, defeat, and bandits have been wise since ancient times. If you say too much, you can't afford to lose... So Winsling simply pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

But Tang En didn't want to let him go, and sighed again: "It's too weak, too weak... I don't think you have the qualifications to carry shoes to Zovan, so let me take your sect and ruin you."

As soon as he finished speaking, "Roar—" roared fiercely. He heard this very familiar dialogue, which was what he said just now, but someone used a slight change to mock him. Winsling's eyes blew fire and left in an instant.

"Miscellaneous. Seed! I want you to die--" The spear swept across the sky, and the blue and purple fighting light surged wildly in the roar, one wave higher than the other, instantly covering the area close to the top ten feet. Wen Silin finally couldn't help it. Now he would rather risk his life than use great power skills to directly kill Tang En!

But… “Oops!” “Silly!”

The former comes from Haita. Although he has not yet seen the tricks from Tang En's close combat, he remembers what his master said just now - the moment when he broke the deadlock, that is, when Wen Silin was defeated!

The latter's rude yell came from Wu Ding. At this time, the look of anger suddenly appeared on the elderly face.

This is true that Winslin is not as strong as Tang En. But if he could calm down and stabilize his defense, the fighting spirit at the empty level was not a joke. In addition, under the years of teaching by the Sword God, Tang En could not try to solve the battle in a moment - and this was exactly in line with Wooding's thoughts, allowing Winslin to experience more training.

But at this time, Wen Silin was in a mess and was dizzy. He ignored the defense and was desperate to fight for his life... Of course, this was the stupidest decision. You must know that the reason why Tang En failed to take him down immediately was because he did a good job in defense and could not find his phone for a while. But now he took the initiative to abandon the defense, wouldn't he be sleepy and send a pillow, just fulfilling Tang En's wish?

Sure enough, "Ha..."

With a long laugh, before Wen Silin's powerful martial arts showed its prototype, Tang En instantly avoided the blue-purple spear and cut it into it like a ghost. At this time, there was no need for a dagger, and directly reached out to capture Wen Silin's left wrist. He just followed the trend and pulled it backwards. The clear "crack" sound of bone shattering was heard in an instant, which was so creepy that it sounded.

This is not the end. Amid the screams of Winslin's death, Tang En raised his fingers and turned into a knife, and quickly cut off the blue and purple spear that was swinging randomly. Then he grabbed Winslin's right wrist again, and clicked... The same scene happened again.

If you break one of David's arms, I will smash both of you - very fair, isn't it?

After doing all this in an instant, Tang En took a step back expressionlessly and raised his foot...

"Tang En, don't move impulsively... uh?" At the arch of the outer wall, Philip, who was running in sweat, paused at the feet of a familiar figure suddenly roared past his eyes, falling freely. Then, with a bang, it crashed into the courtyard wall not far away, and dust flew. The person with a secret agency outside the wall hole looked out, shook his head, and shook his head, and then shrank back...

The courtyard was silent, for a moment, Philip turned his head stiffly and cried: "You... did you kill him?"

"I think... didn't you hear the scream of anger?"

Philip immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then he looked nervous again: "Isn't it disabled, right?"

Tang En rolled his eyes in anger: "Do I need to find a doctor for him?"

"Uh...it's still not necessary."

The matter still came to this point, and Philip was helpless. He wanted to say something, but seeing David's unnaturally bent his arms, he smacked his lips, and he chose to shut up wisely.

Of course, Tang En didn't intend to care about Philip's attitude at this time. He turned around and met the sights of the two people from afar. He was silent for a moment, spread his hands, a little innocent...

After a while, an old voice came calmly, "I am Wuding."

Sure enough... the miser came to the door! Tang En sighed lightly and saluted from afar: "I am Tang En... Well, have you eaten the old lunch?"
Chapter completed!