"At this time, everyone wants to go." The black short-haired woman said with a cold face, "I think it's better to follow the old rules, and make a decision on the rock-scissors."

"This is another move, it's really boring."

"I hope I will be lucky this time."

The black suits were talking in a slight manner, and while gathering together, under the auspices of the black short-haired woman, they all joined the "Pre-War" rock-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scissors-scis

"No, it's him again!"

"This kid is always so lucky."

"Give me the opportunity, and I will give you ten chances of killing next time, okay?"

The black-clothed Masao, who won the game, ignored the various "suggestions" of his companions around him and walked towards Lu Xuan coldly.

Lu Xuan, who was looking at Jiang Jun behind him, stood there, watching Black clothes approaching too quickly, and also felt his Lu Lu's increasingly powerful fighting aura.

As the Black-clothed Masao clenched his right fist with force, the powerful attack pressure quickly wrapped around his right arm, layer by layer, circle by circle.

Lu Xuan knew very well that before the attack pressure was output, it was actually restrained in his body, and only a small part would be emitted; and this black-clothed Masao had obviously restrained his attack pressure. The small part of the attack pressure emitted was so powerful that it would make any warrior frightened.

Obviously, the Black-clothed Shota and Lao Ni are both "power-type" warriors, but the levels of the two are incomparable. Feeling the "attack pressure" leaked by the Black-clothed Shota's right arm, Lu Xuan conservatively estimated that the ten Black-clothed Shota should not be the opponent of the Black-clothed Shota.

At this time, the black-clothed man who had already walked quickly to Lu Xuan was not whispered. A gleam flashed in his eyes, he raised his shoulders, bent his elbows, and his right fist hit Lu Xuan heavily.

The strong wind brought by his fist force tore the space apart. The snow and snow around the two of them disappeared in an instant, and the bare highway ground was exposed.

The space was constantly shaking, and the terrifying punch of Masato in black, roared towards Lu Xuan's chest with several "small hills" attack pressure.
Chapter completed!