In that momentary time stopped, Yuan Quan was taken aback. Sure enough, any disdain would lead to very serious consequences, Yuan Quan never thought that a warrior who looked so strong would have such a magical skill, similar to the greatest magician in the West, Ai Ying Stan's famous stunt Time Standstill. But fortunately, at that moment, the golden band of light isolated Yuan Quan's fluctuations from Dior.

The other party also obviously despised everyone present, and once again took out a lollipop from his pocket, licked it leisurely, and slowly paced towards this side.

Militsa had a dagger stuck in his temple, and when time flowed again, brains and blood would spurt out of his wound.

Just when Yuan Quan's heart was about to make a move, the strong-eared Militsa stood up again, yes, he stood up, and he stood up like this with a head of blood, like a bull covered in blood, the matador thought that the bull was dead, but he didn't know that the bull was staring at him with blood-red eyes from behind!

"Ora!" punched at Dio, who had no idea that someone would recover from his world, and that man had a knife in his temple. There was a loud bang, and Dior was also hammered away!

Milica gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger stuck in his temple, stretched out his finger and pointed at Dio disdainfully: "To become the most powerful warrior, I don't bother to use these small means! In order to achieve this goal, I have turned a part of my brain into muscles! So my brain is full of muscles, how can a dagger hurt me!"

Dio clutched his chest, slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the wound with his fingers, and held it in his mouth, just like eating a lollipop.

"Hahahaha! It's really fun today. Dio stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers, and the ripples rippled out from his side again, and Milica, who was laughing loudly, was frozen again.

Dio walked up to him, took a deep breath, and threw hundreds of punches at his body at breakneck speed. What Dior enjoys most is that those who try to defeat him show expressions of fear and regret before they die. He wanted to see if this mighty warrior could be so careless.

Militsa, who was like a little strong, stood up again, and the scary muscles that were already red turned purple, and he still reached out and waved his fist like a nobody, looking very powerful......

But Yuan Quan could see that the situation in Militsa was not as good as just now, the rise and fall of his chest was obvious, and the sound of breathing was also a little painful.

Dio also saw it, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood flowing from his forehead to the corners of his mouth very pervertedly, but his situation was not as comfortable as he appeared, as long as he was a monk, he could feel that the flow of aura emanating from his side had weakened a lot. This also means that the effect of that speed bump is not as obvious as it was just now. But compared to Milica, the extent of his injuries is negligible.

Maybe Dio believed in his own strength too much, and he didn't take time to stop this skill of relying on the extreme, but Homilica once again used his own flesh, a powerful fist to bombard, one side of the punch slower and slower, many of the fists that could have been blocked fell a few points on his body, and the other fought more and more vigorously, and his mouth let out all kinds of strange noises.

Milica couldn't hold on, even though his physical fitness was indeed very good, but Dio only tamed him in terms of physical strength. Although the knife on the temple did not destroy the function of the brain, the blood that flowed out was real, and the side effect of madness was to consume a part of the blood, and the two phases were superimposed, even an iron man couldn't stand it. Coupled with Dior's 887 punches with all his might, Milica's injury is already very serious.

There are only fighters who are defeated, there are no fighters who admit defeat - Polya proverb.

The fist smashed into Milica's body, which was almost exhausted, and the time for his madness had passed, because his blood loss was very serious! Milica's vision was almost pitch black due to blood loss, overdraft, etc., and the blocking and punching were completely instinctive; and the bigger and more excited Dior's punching speed became faster and faster, especially when he saw blood flowing from the corner of Milica's mouth, his breathing was as rapid as when Yuan Quan and Su Li were doing that incomparably exciting thing.

"Dong" punched him in the chest, "Pain" punched him in the stomach, "Bang" punched him in the face, and "Da" punched him in the arm...... Now Dior is like fighting with a three-year-old child, Milica is almost unsteady on his feet, and the speed of his punch is much faster than that of a small baby, even if Milica does not have time to stop, and the punch will not kill the mosquito.

Milica's legs went limp, and he was about to fall, but he was held by Dio's arm. Of course, it's not because the so-called heroes cherish the heroes, or cherish this opponent of equal strength. Dio pressed his arms with both hands, then slammed a knee into Milica's stomach.

Militsa spat out a large mouthful, clutching her stomach like a boiled prawn, her moaning weak.

Wiping his hair with his bloodstained hand, Dio smiled at Su Li, although it was disgusting.

Yuan Quan stood aside to watch the play, although this big man made people feel admired, but the unhappiness when the two first met also existed, the big man first insulted Su Li, and then wanted to make a little money on Yuan Quan. According to Yuan Quan's estimate, he seems to have done this kind of thing, and this process is a little more natural.

Therefore, Yuan Quan chose to look on coldly, life deserves respect, but respect is also mutual, Yuan Quan is not a virgin, and that big man doesn't have a breath, when he was about to make a move, he saw that "prawn" stretched out a hand and held the left foot of Dio who was about to take a step.

While vomiting blood, he babbled: "In ...... In the ...... of the warriors Not dead yet...... ...... before It must be ...... Will definitely protect others!"

Militsa coughed up blood and hit Dio's ankle, the force was similar to the strength of Su Li hitting Yuan Quan's body when she was coquettish, almost without saying "Bang, big villain, small fist hammer your chest"......

Dio didn't have enough patience to continue playing with this little strongman, he himself regretted it a little, he could have taken people away earlier, and he could even have a romantic date with this beautiful young lady, and then ....... Dig out her most beautiful heart for her own collection. But with this man, the man who can't be killed, wasted so much time here, and even injured his noble body.......

Dio cruelly raised his feet, ready to stomp his head into a tattered watermelon one by one, but saw a flash of silver in the corner of his eye, and then, Dio saw the place he had seen in his life - his own back.

Dio was permanently plunged into darkness, and he gave up thinking......