Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Fu Jiang is the winner.

I don't know why, the mask man no longer escapes, nor can he escape, and the kind of super power that moves instantly does not appear. After losing his weapons and superpowers, his fighting power plummeted, and his physical fitness and skill alone were no match for the woman in front of him. Fu Jiang maintains a rather terrible sense of distance, jumps briskly, conceals a silent drum, and spins his body like a dance.

Sometimes stagnation, sometimes split the legs, sometimes upside down and maneuver.

Seems to be able to exert force in any posture, often inserting each other's flaws from an incredible angle, swinging his arms and thighs, as a whip on the man's body.

This fighting technique seems to be Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Capola? But they are not completely similar.

The axe had been thrown away for a long time. Her face was full of excitement and excitement, enjoying the pleasure of bullying.

The mask man's neck was cut off by Fu Jiang with an axe almost before, and the distorted shape at that time seemed to have caused great damage to the neck bone, and it was already supernormal to die on the spot. Even so, the damage still exists and is amplified in Fujiang's saturated attack.

Each blow can feel a penetrating force acting on his body. The hitting sound penetrated the body like a needle tip and spread from the other side.

Fujiang's power is not at all due to the weapon she uses, but to her physical strength to the limit.

This is talent. Even the priest Sisen was puzzled. Not a separate talent.

She once mentioned that she had the experience of playing black boxing, but it turned out that Zuo Jiang proved that it was delusion, and only from Zuo Jiang could "experience delusion". This means that talents of different personalities can act on another personality. If Fu Jiang's fighting skills and experience come from Zuo Jiang's delusional experience, and if his body's strength is only graystone strengthening the differences for individuals, then what is Fu Jiang's talent?

The male arm of the mask stood up in front of his face, and his stomach was immediately hit. When he tried to use his ears and eyes to find the direction of the attack, he found that the enemy was not in front of him. Under his hood and mask, compared to a dazed face, the arrogant arrogance at that time had completely cooled down.

I heard his heavy gasp, and the sloppy footsteps can be seen even by ordinary people. Although he could not be seen from the outside under the cover of a tough combat suit, he did suffer a very serious injury, and his reaction ability was almost reduced to the level of ordinary people. Fu Jiang crossed it from the beginning without knowing it.

Fujiang flew his feet in the air behind him, cut his neck, supported his hands on the ground, and used the power of the fall and the legs to lift him back and fell on the ground. She then turned over and locked his body with her hands.

The mask man struggled at the foot of Fu Jiang, but his strength was not as good as Fu Jiang at all. The struggle was futile, and then he heard a horrible, crunchy sound, and the whole person softened like a bone.

He was still alive, gasping painfully and heavily, but did not ask for mercy, but said something vaguely. Fu Jiang didn't even bother to look at it, and finally seemed tired, and sat down beside him.

I walked up, handed her a newly purchased cigarette, and helped her light it.

Fujiang took a deep breath, and the cigarette went to one third at once, with white soot condensed at the front.

Or camel? She asked.

"I just like this one." I answered.

I got up and picked up the axe on the side and handed it to Fu Jiang, then squatted next to the mask man and pulled his left hand. There was unexpectedly a third-level magic pattern on my left wrist. Having a powerful limit weapon, wearing a combat suit that can effectively defend against attacks, and having the ability to move like a moment-such a strong man actually died in Fujiang ’s hands. It ’s unbelievable. After all, she does n’t even have a magic pattern. Evaluation is always limited to D + level.

Incredible. Maybe there is no stronger D-class than her?

"Kill him, the police is coming." I said to Fu Jiang, "So you are also the Mageweaver."

Father Sisen said that killing the Mageweave messenger can get Mageweave.

Fujiang sucked out the remaining cigarettes at once.

"It's really a refreshing aftermath." She seemed to be over addicted, throwing away her cigarette butts absently.

"Then shall I come?"

"Let me come, this is my battle. And, I also want to taste the taste of the magic pattern."

She took the axe and stepped on the man's back, like the executioner who executed the prisoner, the high axe was swung down neatly.

"Hey, is there a last word?" She asked the mask man.

The man in the mask coughed and laughed, and could not see the expression under the mask, but the laughter was gloomy, and there was no panic and fear of death.

"Have you met 13?"

"Almost died."

"Proud, cough ... It's great to be able to deal with it ... I, I always wanted to know how great the 999 is called the final weapon ..."

Fujiang didn't speak, waiting for his last words indifferently.

"Death ... is not the end. Say hello to 13 on my behalf, 999."

To say that, the mask man closed his eyes.

Silent, the night breeze continued. Fu Jiang waved his axe firmly in my mind.

Once, twice, three times ...

Cut a total of ten times, until the head was completely deformed, and red and white liquid came out of the mask, which stopped. At this moment she seemed to feel something, looking at her left wrist, showing an expression that finally got her wish. But that was definitely not a joyous expression. As commented in some books, what is of interest is only the process of chasing, and when I get it, I completely lose interest. This is how Fu Jiang felt at this moment.

"Yes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I got the magic pattern."

Is boring. The nihility beyond gratification.

"Is this done? Really boring." She said.

Although I still have many words to ask her, this is not the time to chat.

"What about Misaki?"

"It has been settled."

"How about Zuojiang?"

"She's not very good at fighting, she simply changed hands with me in battle."

It seems that there is not much problem, and I feel much at ease. I didn't ask Fu Jiang what she was, she stood right in front of me, that's enough.

"Achuan ... a very satisfied expression." Fu Jiang looked at me sideways, and then smiled radiantly, "I'm back, Achuan."

"Welcome back." When he said this, there was no feeling of disobedience and shame.

I just took it for granted and threw a bag of clothes and cash to her.

"Change your clothes."

Fujiang didn't care about his spring light being exposed in front of my eyes, and took off his broken clothes on the spot. The underwear inside also had a suspender strap slanted and half-tied. She rubbed the clothes into a ball, rushed to the platform, and threw it towards the outside of the building. With her violent movement, the underwear that had lost her **** immediately slipped halfway, revealing the half-full chest.

This is not the first time I have seen Fu Jiang's **** body, and it is no longer shy as before. It seems that we have been together for a long time, and the bond between us seems to be so deep that even the nakedness of the flesh looks pale, but now I think of it, when I first encountered Fu Jiang, she was blushed and scarred by her, still a month ago Things.

Fujiang turned and walked back, and stretched out the shoulder straps of her underwear. The enchanting movements seemed to be as bold as a wind coat when she did it.