Rebirth of the Strongest Grandmaster

Blood splattered five steps.

The extremely powerful flying swallow and phoenix feet opened the gate of heaven with a hint of a master's implication, but Mr. Long cracked it with a flick of his sleeve lightly.

There seems to be another world in the sleeves, and a typhoon of category [-] is rolled up with a flick of the sleeves.

Chen Wenbo had no strength to resist at all, like a kite with a broken string that was blown away several meters.

"You kill yourself, I'll keep your whole body." Mr. Long sneered, making no effort to conceal his arrogance stemming from his master's strength.

That kind of chasm-like gap is like an ant looking up at a giant dragon.

A deep sense of powerlessness, for a person who believes in martial arts with full confidence, is almost fatal to the heart of martial arts.

Chen Wenbo was lying on the deck, barely able to move.

After the pain in the whole body reaches a certain level, it is no longer so obvious, and there is a feeling of numbness.

The pain sensation is gradually losing, which is a bad omen.

Not only that, Chen Wenbo's mind was dizzy, his eyelids were as heavy as mountains, and his breathing was extremely weak.

The five senses are almost deprived.

"Is... already a place of death?"

Chen Wenbo lay powerlessly on the deck, blood soaked the snow-white deck.

Scenes of memories flashed through my mind like black and white pictures.

The father and the white sand cigarette butt in the ashtray, the father who had worked hard and was frustrated, told himself that if he could pass the exam, he would go to college, but if he failed the exam, he would sell everything to buy a house for a wife.

The mother and the pots and pans in the kitchen, she has never complained about the hardships of life for so many years, watching Chen Wenbo grow up bit by bit, her smile is so kind and sincere.

Lively Lin Jia, the girl who scolded herself for practicing the Yi Jin Jing and self-torture is so miserable, she seems heartless all day long but is the most daring little witch;

Shuya's Liu Mengyue, who cared so delicately, sang for herself the King of Stormwind and stepped onto the battlefield. She once slapped her face to wake up the mind affected by the deadly itch, and hugged herself like a squirrel to keep warm;

Lonely as snow, Master Song Qing is cold outside and hot inside, even though he is always out of shape, he is willing to pay a lot for himself and take care of him as his own child;

Li Qing from a famous family, and the brotherhood he has accumulated bit by bit, how is he doing in the barracks now?

There are many such bonds.

In just an instant, Chen Wenbo opened his eyes, as firm as the sun that has been burning for hundreds of millions of years.

"I can't die yet!"

Yes, I have a lot of things I can't let go of.

In the coming year, I will pay homage to Brother Longshou in the land of green hills, and I will bury the ghost pupil sword next to the dream of cherry blossoms in the land of cherry blossoms...

There's still so much to do!

"boom!"

The sniper at the dragon's head did not give up either, and shot out another equipment sniper bullet.

Mr. Long stretched out his hand and grabbed it out.

Chen Wenbo took the opportunity to pull out the genetic medicine in front of his chest.

Clear blue and lavender liquid with double helix bubbles.

A flash of the Vietnamese soldier king turned into a monster-like life after being given an injection in his mind.

But Chen Wenbo did not hesitate.

This is already a desperate situation, he has no choice!

The needle hole pierces the skin and enters a vein.

Push it all the way to the end and inject all of it into the body.

"Jingle"

The finger-length sniper bullet in Mr. Long's hand fell to the ground. He glanced at the empty container in Chen Wenbo's hand and fell silent for a moment.

It was precisely because he was worried about smashing the genetic medicine that he didn't attack there. He never thought that Chen Wenbo would directly inject all of it into his body, and he didn't let him get it.

This could be worse than death, because no one knows exactly how it will work.

Scientists in the whole world have no answer, but they agree that it is very likely to die, and there is a small probability that it will become a non-human monster.

For example, the previous Vietnamese soldier king is an example.

"You're dead." Mr. Long's tone was very calm, and he didn't even bother to make another move.

Such unreserved injections, do you really think you are a Super Saiyan?

Chen Wenbo's lost five senses instantly returned, and they were tens of times sharper.

This also means that the pain sensation has increased dozens of times.

The genetic medicine quickly melted into every inch of his flesh and blood, and his body began to make the sound of bone explosions.

Chen Wenbo wanted to yell in pain, but he couldn't yell at all. He felt that his Adam's apple was shattered under the pain.

His nails were falling off and his skin was cracked like porcelain.

The pain almost surpassed Chen Wenbo's imagination.

If I had to describe it, it would be that the bones all over my body were smashed into pieces the size of rice grains by a heavy hammer, and the flesh and blood were also put into a juicer and chopped with sharp blades.

However, he was extremely awake, and the intelligent coma function of the human body suffering from pain sensation left him at this moment.

The whole person is like a fish thrown on the desert to be exposed to the sun, and begins to struggle miserably.

If someone looked at his genetic sequence now, he could see the double helix of genes breaking apart rapidly.

The arm of the god of death had already strangled Chen Wenbo's throat, but it miraculously stopped in an instant.

An explosive force like a volcanic eruption, under the ravages of gene collapse, quickly turned into endless vitality, like the most sophisticated restoration instrument, quickly consuming itself as material to make up for the genes that began to collapse.

Chen Wenbo was very familiar with this power.

It was the power that was punched before death in the last life. It is unimaginable that a person who does not even have the realm of a small grandmaster can strike with the meaning of a grandmaster.

Between life and death, there is a great understanding.

The twelve poses of Yi Jin Jing quickly flipped through in my mind, and the abstract pattern quickly came to life.

Instead of being a faceless figure, it becomes an unimaginable human figure.

Dharma.

But it's not enough, the power brought by the reincarnation of life and death in the previous life, coupled with Bodhidharma's Xingyi's Yi Jin Jing, still can't resist the power of the genetic reagent!

At this moment, a scene appeared in Chen Wenbo's mind again.

The cloud and mist were lingering, and the white-bearded grandfather looked at him with a slightly serious look.

This was the first time he saw this unpredictable figure showing such an expression.

Then, the white-bearded grandfather slapped him on the chest.

Miraculously, Chen Wenbo's wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood no longer flowed, the exposed flesh quickly recovered, and the gradually cold body temperature began to heat up.

A look of astonishment flashed in Mr. Long's eyes.

Chen Wenbo stood up again, with murderous intent erupting all over his body, as if he was about to go straight to the sky.

But not a guru.

As if going astray, the Neijiaquan practitioners used genetic reagents to smash the threshold instead of stepping over it.

Western boxing king-level figure.

The last person of this level was regarded as an unworldly enemy by the unfathomable Song Qing.

But Chen Wenbo entered this place by going astray, not through solid efforts, and no one can tell what fatal hidden dangers there will be.

"Mr. Long, Zhao Heng is so weak that even the stolen secrets can be snatched away. What do you use to fight me?" Chen Wenbo is different from the usual demeanor of a Chinese master, but has an astonishing arrogance, full of violence and killing intent .

This is to be enchanted.

"I just gave it to him. If not, how could this genetic reagent be born?" Mr. Long's eyes became serious.

"Roar!"

Chen Wenbo's energy and blood surged like a sea tide, and an uncontrollable killing intent rose from the bottom of his heart.

Kill Mr. Xiang Long like a beast.

Mr. Long chopped down with Wuying knife.

"Crack!"

Chen Wenbo shook the two extremely sharp short blades with his bare hands, violently breaking them into two pieces.

Dragon Yin bloodthirsty, Sakura broken soul, both broke.

Mr. Long was horrified.

"Snapped!"

A punch collided, and the joints of Mr. Long's right fist were directly shattered.

Chen Wenbo's right arm even made a terrible "cracking" sound, and the joints burst in an instant.

Yet he seems to have the perfect genes.

That naturally includes the perfect repair ability, which is more terrifying than earthworms.

Chen Wenbo's right arm was instantly intact.

This battle lasted until the early morning, and Mr. Long was consumed to death, and his whole body was smashed into meatloaf by the iron fist.

Chen Wenbo's energy was still boiling to the extreme, as if he was about to burn his whole body into ashes.

And at this moment, an illusory figure appeared on the deck.

Grandpa with white beard.

Chen Wenbo was surprised.

His white hair and beard instantly turned blood red, like a burning red flame.

The kind face disappeared, only ferocious, greedy, and evil.

Chen Wenbo gave a "click" in his heart.

From the very beginning, he was not a fairy, but a demon.

And far away in the half-moon view.

The sweeping Taoist hummed a ditty and sprinkled endless fallen leaves.

Monk Shi Chan stood at the gate of the yard with a face full of anger, annoyed at his indifference.

"Last time you lent me the Twelve Brocades of Taoism, and this time you want to borrow the Great Imperial Court again, so have you returned it?" The Taoist didn't take it seriously, and swept a fallen leaf to the monk's feet.

"Hmph, there are four great Vajras and eighteen arhats in my temple, even your temple master, Taoist Song Qing. How can you stop me?" Monk Shi Chan was as violent as ever, holding down the Buddhist beads in his hand.

The sweeper sighed softly.

Some people, it doesn't make sense for you to keep a low profile with him.

"Snapped!"

Monk Shi Chan didn't even see the sweeping Taoist make a move, and he flew out of the courtyard.

As a little grandmaster, he felt a burst of despair-like palpitations.

At that moment, the force that exploded on him was extremely light, obviously he didn't want to hurt him.

However, there are three levels of that strength.

Grandmaster!

The old monk who had no Zen mind began to tremble.

A master, not to mention the Eighteen Arhats and the Four Vajras, even the entire temple is not enough for one minute to play.

In the courtyard, the Taoist sweeper suddenly grabbed his ring finger, his eyes fixed.

"The poor Taoist Wu Shuang has led the Tao of Heaven for more than [-] years."

"Today, I am willing to give up my realm of Heavenly Dao Grandmaster."

He raised his head and said to Haoyue Lang.

High spirits.

His body froze in place for an instant, and a translucent phantom that looked identical to his outfit flew out instantly!

Travel a hundred miles in an instant.

All the way to touch the trees, houses and green hills, this phantom all penetrated instantly, as if there was no entity at all.

Sword 23!