I Can Crit In Martial Arts

　　 Lin Fan always thinks that the black-clothed killer in front of him is not easy, and the killer who is willing to talk so much nonsense to him must be a strong one, and only a strong one has enough confidence to give the target nonsense time.

　　Because he knows that he is like fish on a chopping board in the eyes of the other party, no matter how you turn over, you can't get out of this world.

at this time.

　　 The black-clothed assassin turned the dagger in his hand, and the dagger slid like a part of the assassin's body. Lin Fan was dazzled and exclaimed in his heart...the strong, definitely the strong.

　　 Knowing that he would encounter such a thing a long time ago, he should have rejected the promotion of Miss Eighth, willing to become a waste in your eyes, so as to practice silently and pass the early stage steadily.

　　 Lin Fan observed the surrounding situation and looked for a chance to escape, but looking at it now, escape is basically impossible.

　　 "Do you want to run?" The black-clothed killer saw through Lin Fan's thoughts and sneered. He had a full view of the opponent's every move, and that little movement could not escape his eyes.

　　 Lin Fan said: "Why bother, give you a couple of silver, let's forget it, it just happens to be late, you just took the couple of silver and went to Yanyu Pavilion to order a girl to sleep with your arms around, OK?"

　　 Money can make ghosts go ahead, and I have already given you enough silver. If you don't cherish it, it would be really a pity.

　　 The black-clothed killer looked up at the night, vaguely as if seeing dark clouds drifting across the dark night sky, muttering to himself.

　　 "It's going to rain, it will end sooner."

　　 The voice just fell.

　　 The black clothed killer maneuver, the dagger in his hand gleamed in the dark night, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had foreseen the scene of blood flowing.

"So fast!"

　　 Lin Fan was surprised, but he found that the opponent was really fast, but he could see clearly.

This…

in a blink!

Snapped!

　　 Lin Fan's palm is like a vise, grabbing the black-clothed killer's wrist holding the dagger, and locking it firmly so that the opponent can't move the slightest.

　　 The black-clothed killer stared, looking very horrified.

　　 "Through the mountains and fill the energy!"

　　 Lin Fan clenched his fingers into a fist, gave a low growl, and blasted his fist towards the opponent's chest, with a sonic boom, and saw the black-clothed killer fly upside down, his chest was sunken, bones were visible, a mouthful of blood splashed on the spot, and the starry sky.

　　 "Am I so strong?"

　　 "Is he so weak?"

　　 Lin Fan looked down at the big fist of the sandbag, and suddenly realized that I, who worked hard to cultivate, are still very good.

　　 Then, he looked at the black killer not far away.

　　The black-clothed assassin lying on the ground was very miserable, his chest was bloody, blood was gushing out, thinking about his body but lacking strength, the black-clothed assassin's trembling color could be seen in his eyes.

　　 "Can't keep you."

　　 Lin Fan rushed forward, as quickly as a cheetah, and instantly appeared in front of the black-clothed killer, punching the opponent's head to the ground, punching through the head, and clearly heard the smashing sound of the skull.

　　The black-clothed assassin never looked down...

　　 You guys don't say that he is a new gang of Qinglei League, but what the **** is this strength and strength.

　　 Not reconciled! !

　　 was relieved that the opponent was dead.

　　 groped on the black-clothed killer.

　　 after a moment.

　　Lin Fan yelled at the corpse, terribly poor.

　　 observe the surroundings.

　　 No one has seen the situation here.

　　 This world is really good, no one knows who did it without monitoring.

　　 Boom!

　　 The sound of thunder came from the sky, and there was drizzle dripping.

　　 grabbed the corner of the black assassin's clothes, wiped the blood stains, turned and left, disappearing into the darkness.

The rain is getting heavier.

　　 The drizzle turned into a downpour.

　　 Lin Fan, who returned to the house, felt a little fluctuating. When he first fought, he thought that the punch had struck a mighty wind, and when he swiped it, his whole body was powerful, transparent and comfortable.

　　 "Who is going to be against me?"

　　 "The old man was taken away by the mysterious Taoist. It must not be him, and Miss Eight is also impossible. That's only two, three, four, five, six, seven."

　　 "Just who the **** is it?"

　　 He was thinking.

　　 I have no clue for now.

　　 But they are all possible. He was promoted by Miss Eight. From the outside world, he was the person of Miss Eight. The black killer wanted his hands, obviously trying to give Miss Eight a warning.

　　 "Hey! I don't want to be involved in a dispute for no reason."

　　 Lin Fan sighed, and didn't want to worry about these useless things. The big deal is to hide in Qinglei League and practice hard. With my hard work and small assistants' crit, it's not difficult to become a strong one.

　　 devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cultivation, one by one with proficiency in the heart, but the cultivation is to persevere, he has already seen the power of the powerful bull demon fist.

　　 Although it is ordinary boxing.

　　 But when he cultivates to a high level, he still has an unimaginable power.

　　 [Hint: Da Niu Moquan proficiency +1! 】

　　 [Hint: Trigger five times the critical strike! 】

　　 [Hint: Da Niu Moquan proficiency +5! 】

　　...

　　Cultivation is so difficult. The time required for a set of cultivation is also a bit long, but seeing the increase in proficiency, I feel very happy, and the rewards often come so quietly.

　　 Maybe one day...you will find that you have reached the top.

　　 Boom!

　　 The sound of thunder outside continued to cover up the movement made during the practice.

　　 early morning!

　　 Lin Fan knew that the corpse should have been found by seeing many people running outside.

　　 "Brother Wu, it's noisy, what's going on?" Lin Fan asked knowingly, his acting skills were very good, who would have thought he did it, only the one who sent the killer knew he did it.

Wu Jun said: "Brother Lin, after the rain stopped this morning, someone found a corpse not far from our Qinglei League. He was in black and covered his face. It seemed to be a killer, but he was killed by someone who was the killer. .uukanshu.com was very tragic, and I don’t know who the attacker was. It was so fierce that he punched his chest and even his head was shrunk. It was terrible."

　　 isn't it me who said it.

　　 Lin Fan was surprised and shocked: "This kind of thing happened, who has gone now?"

"The government and Zhang Guanjiao have passed." Wu Jun always feels that Qinglei League has been a bit turbulent recently, and things are happening everywhere. Some time ago, the group of people were killed during the delivery, and a black-clothed and face-masked killer died not far away. , I am afraid that something big will happen.

　　 then.

　　 Wu Jun said: "Brother Lin, why did you leave last night?"

　　 "No, I didn't leave." Lin Fan said.

　　 When he left, Wu Jun and the others were so drunk that they could not remember the events of last night.

　　 "Really?" Wu Jun recalled. He just couldn't remember what happened last night, and forgot how he came back last night. Anyway, he was very confused.

　　 "Sure, let's not say it yet, I'll go see the situation."

　　 street!

　　 The officials were inspecting the corpse. Zhang Guanjiao stood there with his hand shouldered. From his injuries, he could see that the manpower used to make the shot was extremely strong, causing two fatal blows.

　　 chest!

　　Head!

　　 Zhang Guanjiao's face was solemn and he was lost in thought. The black-clothed killer had long been completely blank, and it was difficult to recognize who the opponent was from the appearance. Then he lowered his body and searched for him.

　　 did not find anything to prove his identity.

　　 "Please take the corpse away." Zhang Guan said with a fist.

　　 The government officials were very polite to Zhang Guanjiao and left with the corpse.

　　 And Zhang Guanjiao lowered his head to think, habitually rubbing his nose with two fingers, crawling, and then buckled a few times, thinking about it, as if thinking of something.