Rise From The Doom Chapter 592

In that instant, the previously uncertain sky suddenly darkened, and the air seemed to become a thick liquid. The faint shadow of an eagle appeared in the sky, exuding a domineering aura.

Five to six meters of space appeared in a flash.

Tang Dingdong's delicate face flashed with shock. The middle-aged man's spirit energy had locked onto her the moment he made his move, leaving no one in front of him. She didn't know how to dodge, no matter where she went, taking advantage of this situation would only increase the middle-aged man's momentum. His arms were crossed, and two daggers slipped out of his sleeves.

At this critical moment, a large shadow jumped out from the crowd. This person's body was too big, his face was big, his hands were hit, and his legs were as big as his stomach. He looked like a mountain of flesh jumping out.

"Chi ~ ~ ~"

Naturally, the middle-aged man was not willing to let this unknown object hit him. His feet moved, and he moved half a meter backwards with lightning speed, while his Eagle Claw Technique grabbed onto the mountain of flesh, but he felt a very slippery part of his hand, as if he had caught a loach. He was actually unable to exert any strength, and only managed to grab two pieces of the torn cloth.

A strong wind rose in his mind as the middle-aged man turned around with lightning speed. He shot out a move like a hawk dismembering and dismembering a corpse. It was extremely sharp and the man who had launched the sneak attack was extremely powerful. The middle-aged man glanced at him. He was a short and petite youth, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a weathered face. He had the appearance of an old martial artist who had lived in society for more than ten years.

Another person walked out from the crowd. His figure was tall and straight, his hands clean and slender, and his fingernails incomparably neat. This was a pair of hands playing the piano. At this moment, he was holding a three foot long azure blade.

He was about the age of one or two. As he walked, he had the bearing of a hidden noble, neither slow nor slow. There was an enchanting smile on his face and the aura he inadvertently revealed made people not dare to underestimate him.

The middle-aged man frowned. Where did all these outstanding youths come from? This fatty should only be around twenty years old, and his strength had already reached the Silver rank late stage. His future growth was limitless. When he saw Qian Qidan's body lying on the ground ice-cold, his killing intent surged.

"Stake, hit him." The noble youth saw the fierceness in the middle-aged man's eyes and immediately spoke out. The middle-aged man turned his head and pulled out his sword to stab. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the middle-aged man. He had obviously practiced it countless times, to the point where he could unleash it without any hesitation. The most terrifying thing was that before he drew his sword, he still dressed in the quiet state where others would attack first, but he was the first to strike. Although it was an open and open attack, he was even faster and had no signs of breathing compared to sneak attacks.

"Chi ~ ~ ~"

The foot of the middle-aged man moved three feet horizontally as if a mechanism was installed on his feet. Looking at the sword hole on his chest, he broke out in a cold sweat, and then a strong killing intent surged out, pouncing towards the young noble. Before he even arrived, a terrifying force spread through the air, and the surrounding people couldn't help but feel difficulty in breathing, feeling aghast, not knowing how much pressure the young noble in the middle had to bear.

The blue edge sword exploded, transforming into thousands of sword shadows, enveloping the big acupoints of the middle-aged man's body. The middle-aged man's bullets, poke, tap, hit, and belt were all complex and complex, each attack accurately hitting the sword point. With each hit, the noble youth's smile became more brilliant, in the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged more than fifty moves, and the noble youth's smile also became more brilliant, faintly revealing his malevolence.

"Let's see if you can still laugh!" The middle-aged man coldly shouted as he exerted force in his hands. Ding! The three foot long Green Edge Swordmaster was cut in half. The noble youth spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed into the crowd. The middle-aged man's second move was only to grab a piece of cloth. He had no time to chase after them. He turned around to greet the skinny young man and the fat man who was called a tree stump.

One was as big as a mountain, the other as powerful as lightning, while the other was as nimble as lightning. Their coordination was flawless, actually trapping the middle-aged man. However, they were only able to catch him off guard. The middle-aged man was experienced. After a dozen moves, he was able to see through the flaws of the two of them. In just three moves, the two of them had already lost their chance.

Any one of them was an outstanding junior, and if placed in any other place, they would definitely be able to shine, but against the middle-aged man, it was not enough. After a dozen moves, as the noble youth was injured and vomiting blood, the three of them took the initiative to attack and became a defensive force.

Bang!

The middle-aged man quickly withdrew his hand as the bullets passed by his skin. The scorching air current caused goosebumps to form on his skin. He raised his head and shot three more times.

"Humph!" The middle-aged man flicked his sleeves, and the ordinary clothes became as hard as iron. The bullets that shot into them were actually unable to penetrate through, and with a flick of his sleeve, three bullets shot out.

The scrawny man let out an 'aiyo' and rolled over, avoiding it. There was an additional bloody wound on his face.

The noble youth swung his sword and hit the bullet but couldn't avoid the force of the bullet. His chest shook and he spat out another mouthful of blood as he took three steps back.

The stump let out a loud cry, his left cheek was dripping with blood, and half of his ear had been shot off by the bullet.

Tang Dingdong was frightened and angry at the same time. He limped his way over.

"Ding dong, you go first." The noble youth raised his sword once more. A sword light flashed, and with a 'chi chi chi' sound, the sword was as fast as lightning. Slowly, the sword slashed downwards, and the sword felt incomparably heavy.

With a move of his hands, a sky full of claw shadows appeared and attacked the thin man, the tree stump, and Tang Dingdong who pounced on him. Right at this moment, a dozen or so camouflage uniforms, which looked like students, charged through the crowd, shouting loudly.

"Which bastard dares to bully Ding Dong?"

"He must be tired of bullying his way into Xinglong Military Academy."

"I have to grab hold of the flagpole and take a horse stance!"

… ….

"Students, quickly leave! This person is amazing!" Tang Dingdong panicked and tightened his attack, hoping to stall the middle-aged man. However, the middle-aged man's strength was much higher than hers, so not only was she unable to pose a threat to the middle-aged man, she was even caught by him and used her finger to point the dagger.

Ding!

Tang Dingdong spun around and fell down, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood. His face was incomparably pale.

"Bastard!" These students, some of them had evolved, some of them had evolved, but no matter if they were real or not, their attacks were all extremely sharp and clean. Surprisingly, they were all military punches.

There were many middle-level people, but very few who could train to a high level. In addition to teaching methods and diligent practice, talent was also very important, and the dozen or so people in front of them all practiced to a high level. The onlookers, who were not aware of it, were all amazed, and those who were not aware of it were all surprised.

However, the biggest weakness of Military Boxing was that it had no inner force to support it, and could not be sustained. After a dozen or so moves, it was not even able to touch the shadow of the middle-aged man, causing the students to lose all their energy. At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly launched a fierce attack, causing a series of screams to ring out, and the students were sent flying a dozen meters away, with a bone deep claw mark on their shoulder, chest, or back.

In the blink of an eye, all the students were injured and sent flying, leaving behind the noble youth, the thin man, and the tree stump who were still struggling to hold on.

"Seize them all." The middle-aged man shouted at Qian Qidan's underlings. Qian Qidan had brought a total of twenty people with him, but eight or nine of them had been killed by Tang Dingdong. Now that half of them had died, they immediately rushed towards the students who were lying on the ground after hearing the orders.

"Stop!" Just at this moment, a figure shot over from the distance. This person's face was dark and had a scar on his face that was like a centipede. It was extremely terrifying. He stepped over the shoulders of the crowd as he rushed over.

Surprisingly, it was one of the instructors at Xinglong Military Academy, Hei Yalan.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up. Not only did he not stop, but he also increased the speed of his attack. The thin man was unable to withstand the attack at first but was scratched in the back.

Ding!

The noble youth's broken sword flew out of his hand. He tried to retreat, but it was too late. His throat tightened and his neck was grabbed by the middle-aged man. A shadow flashed and Hei Yanluo landed on the ground.

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