Poof, Eagle King Rodri finally couldn't control his height in mid-air, and fell to the ground without an image. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yes, this guy fell from mid-air, and he really deserved the title of Eagle King. The vultures had long and wide wings, spreading out for nearly a few meters, and they were supposed to be the kings of the sky and the overlords of the airspace. But now the vulture is obviously injured, because it vomits blood, and its qi and blood are insufficient, so it can't continue to fly high.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Stop!" Brother Bing waved his hand to stop Rodri's crazy howl, but stretched out two fingers and waved them very disdainfully: "You have already said this, I can hear calluses in my earholes." I said, can you change your sentence to something else? For example, you call me uncle!"

"Xu Youbing, your uncle! You say, who are you, no one can escape under my Eagle King's men, and even kick me to injury! Xu Youbing, you are definitely not a prime minister of Karahadi, let alone a little white face who hugged the thigh of the new Queen tightly!

You say, what is your true identity, you just have to say it, I can promise to leave you a whole corpse, otherwise you don't blame me for tearing you into blood with a pair of sharp claws!"

"Hahaha, hahahaha, I don't know when I'm dying. I feel sorry for you, Eagle King! You may think your Falcon Assassination Organization is the best in the world, but in my eyes, it's not worth mentioning. Don't say that you, even my slave Prince William, have to call me a master when you see me, what kind of thing are you, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

One of the things Xu Youbing hates the most in his life is that others want to kill him and threaten him, because this guy cherishes his life very much, and he hasn't played enough, let alone lived enough. In this world, those who can threaten Xu Youbing and the wolf king are all dead, because they were all killed by Brother Bing. If you want to kill me, then I won't kill you, keep you and wait for you to be killed!

Whoosh, as soon as Brother Bing's words fell, he took the initiative to attack in an instant, and his skills were so fast that Rodri couldn't see the traces at all. If Brother Rodri was known for being fast before, then now seeing Brother Bing brandishing an iron-blooded M9 military dagger and stabbing at him, this is completely incomparable!

Because Brother Bing's speed is so fast, it has long been beyond the scope of vision. If Rodri can still see a flash of light from the dagger when he stabs out, then you can only see your arm move when you stab out with Brother Bing, and you can't see the shadow of the knife at all.

With a stab in his hand, the iron and blood are just shaken, without any fancy, as the so-called heart moves at will, and the shape moves with the spirit. The dagger has been played to the highest level, that is, a part of Brother Bing's body that extends outward at will, almost stabbing wherever he wants, and there is no need for deliberate prior planning.

This dagger has been following the soldier brother from birth to death in various battlefields, killing countless enemies. The blade unfolded, and the dagger itself carried an incomparably oppressive aura of death, which was the commanding power of the blade.

Half a foot, ten centimeters, five centimeters, five centimeters forward, that's Rodri's throat!

"Eagle King, I'm going to kill you and the Dubai Marina today!"

A surging force burst out from the tip of the iron-blooded stab in an instant, and before the military dagger was close to his throat, Rodri felt his neck cold, as if the dagger had completely pierced into his throat at this moment, and he even wanted to speak and resist at this moment The strength to resist was forced by this dagger with endless edge, and his whole body couldn't help trembling, and even his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground with a pop.

It's simply irresistible, it's impossible to parry!

It was simply the breath of death from hell, even greater than the demonic momentum of his master. At this moment, under the full suppression of this dagger, Rodri felt that even his own spirit was probably going to be completely sucked out by this dagger. A cold chill that penetrated his heart instantly enveloped his whole body, and Rodri's body seemed to be frozen by this dagger, and he knew that if this knife came down, he would die.

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At this moment, in that luxurious royal palace, Ethel Robbia lazily held a glass of crimson wine, and in front of him sat a middle-aged man with an extremely elegant posture.

"Robia, you're so confident. I'm afraid it's not that easy to kill Xu Youbing at all. I don't think the Eagle King will be this guy's opponent, you have to know that Prince William is not given for nothing, even William was subdued by this guy, you say that the Eagle King can really succeed?"

"Prince William, no, no, no, a self-righteous fellow, I don't think he's a prince of any kind, at best he's just a lackey of an old European family who works for Sam's Country!"

"Oh my God, my Robia, you can't underestimate William. He was the leader and founder of the assassination organization. Do you know his other identity, Robia? As far as I know, this William was born in Sam's Country, and was specially trained there when he was a child. And the family you are talking about, that is even more terrifying.

Speaking of this Robia, if you are the real prince of Dubai, then I can say with great certainty that William is the real prince of the old European world! And their family has noble European royal blood, which can go all the way back to the eighteenth century!"

"Do you mean that I'm not as good as a minion? Willing to give up his status as a prince to be a servant Ferrero?" Robia suddenly became angry, he had always had great respect for the middle-aged man in front of him, and the reason for respect was because of his identity.

He is at the helm of the Ferrero oil consortium. He controls almost most of the oil and gas resources in this area, and what is not under his control is only those reserves that have not yet been proven, or have been proven, but have not been exploited for various reasons.

"Nonono, you can't be angry with my Royal Highness the Prince, I'm just making an analogy! And what I mean is that we must not underestimate Xu Youbing, because he is a super strong existence. Here you go, this is the information I just obtained, my God, if this information had come a minute earlier, I would never have let you send someone to assassinate him!"

With a snap, a file bag casually fell on the coffee table in front of Prince Ethel Robia. Ferrero smiled helplessly, and gently took a sip of blood-red wine, he wanted to wait for Robbia to see the surprised changes on his face after reading the information.

Sure enough, when Robbia opened the document bag with great disdain, even suspicion, and just pulled out the documents inside and looked at them, the arrogant prince's brows immediately began to wrinkle. And as he kept looking down, the expression on his face became more and more serious, and finally his eyebrows couldn't help but twist into a big pimple.

"Is this him? It's all true, Ferrero, it's just impossible, are you kidding me, it's terrifying, my Allah!