Zhao Zhichao's tongue was bitten by himself.

The seventeenth-level combat power that hit him hurt even more.

For details, please refer to the example of the Six-Bladed Defender slashing Zhao Zhichao and causing his own bone blade to shatter.

The same is true of this seventeenth-level combat power who hides deep in darkness and does not show his head and tail.

Its incomparably hard and quick fist shattered.

Countless bone fragments exploded in the air.

Unbelievable.

How could it be... Is there a human jaw that hardens like this?

This level 17 combat power manager has already experienced a lot of training and has been on many different battlefields, but at this time, he has personally experienced that when he punches over, it is his own fist that shatters.

This is the first time this has happened!

Therefore, my heart is also extremely shocked and frightened.

It vaguely seemed to understand something, for example, why did that fellow of the tenth level of combat power make such a crazy move at the last moment?

Why, that guy knows his strength, but he still has to be the enemy of the people of God?

Now, it somewhat understands, it turns out, it's this human cause!

At this time, the partner who was originally controlling the tenth-level combat force war slave who had been defeated by it stood up, and it stood up silently and slowly.

The position where he had just been injured still looked serious, but the partner was still on his feet.

Six blade-like black arms stood in front of him, as if silently mocking his fellow slave who had been assessed as a seventeenth-level combat force.

Then, it slowly moved towards Zhao Zhichao.

Seeing that, he used one of the bone blade arms to knock on Zhao Zhichao's hand.

"Xiao Liu, is that you?" remembering that Xiao Liu couldn't speak, he immediately added, "If yes, just knock more." ”

However, if Xiao Liu can understand his own words, he will have a ghost.

Therefore, Xiao Liuyi knocked him almost eighty times in a row! With the tips of his six bone blades, he kept poking and prodding, like a diligent wood bird!

"Okay, okay, I know it's you, Little Liu!"

Zhao Zhichao felt like he stretched out a hand to block it.

Helpless, although Zhao Zhichao is not afraid of pain, and there is no chance for him to hurt, but he is quite afraid of itching.

Therefore, the six bone blades of the six-bladed defender frantically took turns to poke down, and Zhao Zhichao's entire body was crooked as if he had been electrocuted, and he would dance in place.

From time to time, begging for mercy erupted.

He is indeed afraid of itching, and he is afraid to the extreme.

And this strange scene was seen by the seventeenth-level combat power hidden in the darkness.

What's going on, that guy started attacking that human?! His attack seems to be working?!

Why, isn't this guy a rebel, and why is he suddenly attacking his fellow humans?

The guy who was assessed as a seventeenth-level combat power couldn't understand the situation in an instant.

Could it be that this rebel betrayed that human again?!

Why, is betrayal addictive?

It hesitated, though, for the next moment.

There is light.

Not an ordinary light.

Rather, the Six-Bladed Defender used its incomparably sharp bone blade to emit a chilling glow.

A touch of blue, clear, not too dazzling, but enough to shine into the darkness.

Zhao Zhichao saw it for the first time, it turned out that the blade was sharp enough to a certain extent, and it would really burst into light!

With this cold glow, Zhao Zhichao saw clearly, stunned not far away, in a daze, a guy covered in bandages.

"Little Six... This is, what are you, you can shine?" Zhao Zhichao looked at the man, but in a blink of an eye, he was attracted by the sword light emitted by the six-bladed defender.

No way, it's so cool.

The Six-Bladed Defender, as well as the seventeenth-level combat power companion standing across from it, couldn't turn around for a moment.

Why, is this man blind?

As soon as he thought of this, the fierce cold light of the six-bladed defender immediately dimmed.

Then, darkness reigned around.

Silence.

An awkward atmosphere spread between the Six-Bladed Defender and the seventeenth-level war slave.

What's going on, this human being, doesn't play cards according to common sense.

"Uh-huh, why is it off, Xiao Liu'er, you turn on that light again," Zhao Zhichao snorted, and waited for a long time, but didn't wait for any response, but was pushed on the chest again, "What's the matter, you two, are you kidding me?"

Fang Cai, a war slave with seventeenth-level combat power, attacked Zhao Zhichao unbelievingly - with the only remaining left hand.

As a result, it was exchanged for a crackling sound in the darkness, crumbling and cracking section by section.

Again, it was confused.

Not long after, the six-bladed defender riveted his strength, and his killing intent froze, leaving the bone blades on his six arms glowing with cold light.

Once again, the cold light of the sword banished the darkness.

The figure of the seventeenth-level combat slave hidden not far away was revealed.

This time, Zhao Zhichao saw it clearly.

It was a mummy-like creature, humanoid, but with two horns on its head, unicorn-like horns, and two legs with four joints, so it looked a little twisted, but it was strong and had both arms completely shattered.

This is the war slave of the seventeenth level of combat power in the demon army.

Black boxer Inari Kamiro.

With darkness as the carrier, every punch will be an unexpected punch.

As dark as the world is, the fist is as dark as it is.

That's what it's capable of, and nothing in general is capable of dealing with its black punches, especially in the dark.

However, Zhao Zhichao cracked it.

Two fists in a row were shattered, and the fists that made it incredibly powerful were now all shattered to the ground.

"You... Hello?" Zhao Zhichao scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

He seemed to know who had just slapped him on the back of the head and slapped him in the chin.

Those two broken arms are the best proof of this.

The six-bladed defender stood beside Zhao Zhichao very doggedly, and the glowing six bone blades were extremely sharp and reflected the seventeenth-level combat power in front of him, as if to say, "Look, I just called you, you shouldn't, now it's okay, be tortured." ”

The black boxer had mixed feelings, and he didn't know what to do now.

Darkness is no longer its cover.

Red blood fell from its broken wound, dripping to the ground, and converging into a trickle, flowing towards Zhao Zhichao.

Zhao Zhichao saw it, twisted his brows, walked over, and squatted down.

From the Qiankun bag on his waist, he took out some pills, rubbed them in the palm of his hand, turned them into medicine mud, and then directly applied them to the broken hand of the black boxer player, clapping his hands and laughing.

"It's okay, Xiao Muno, this medicine works very quickly, you won't bleed, don't worry, I won't hurt you," he said, changing the nickname of the black boxer without authorization, and then patting the six-bladed defender, "This is Xiao Liu." ”