Icarus, who was already depressed, was even more angry when she heard Bai Junyi's strange words, she looked at Bai Junyi coldly, and sneered: "Kick your nose in the face, do you think I really won't break the net with you?"

A bloodbath caused by a coconut. Liu Tiezhu calmly roasted the parrot, as long as these two people got together, such a scene would sooner or later get used to it.

And it was at this time that Saint Number Seven appeared.

As he strode out of the jungle to the edge of the cliff, he was almost hit in the head by a kicking stone before he could see what was going on.

A chaotic stone pierced through the air and smashed towards his head, but the seventh saint's fifties were not sluggish at all, and at that moment, it was completely out of instinct, and the powerful momentum on his body hit the air like a tornado, sweeping the surrounding flowers and trees trembling slightly, and stretched out a pair of big hands that were completely opposite to his thin body, and grabbed the extremely fast stone with just one hand.

Just such a hand is enough to scare people to death.

Spread out his palms and scatter the stone dust that he had grinded, so that the Seven Saints had a chance to see the scene in front of them clearly.

His eyes swept over Icarus and Bai Junyi, and he didn't see their looks, but he felt a little familiar, but these familiarities couldn't match the increasingly urgent foreboding of the importance he attached to the parrot in his heart.

And then, Saint Seven saw a scene that made his whole body collapse.

A creature that no longer recognized its original form, but could only be seen in front of it as a bird, was skewered on a wooden stick like a lamb skewer, and a man was holding the wooden stick to roast the yellowed bird on the fire, and while grilling, he was still chanting words in his mouth.

Look closely, this man is not the one who stole his parrot, who else could be!

Yes!

Saint Seven stared wide-eyed at the bird that was constantly flapping above the flames, and it was no different from a turkey, stripped of its hairs, its entrails had been pulled out, it was all ripe, and the grease was constantly coming out, and the smell was everywhere.

"You, you're going to eat it!" Saint Seven snapped, his whole body trembling and roaring.

Not to mention that he regarded this parrot as the reincarnation of his father, just raising it for so many years, even if it was a stone by his side for so long, he should have feelings, not to mention that it was still a parrot, at this moment, seeing this parrot being roasted on the fire, Saint Seven felt like watching his own father being slaughtered and eaten, which made him how could he withstand such a big blow.

Liu Tiezhu shrugged, he didn't plan to deal with the No. 7 Saint, this was said before, he was in charge of the barbecue, and the No. 7 Saint and the people who chased him were handled by the eldest brother and Icarus, so when Liu Tiezhu saw that only the No. 7 Saint came alone, he sighed in disappointment, he hadn't seen the eldest brother make a move for a long time, he was alone, what could he see.

Bai Junyi stood up, walked up to the seventh saint, and said with a smile, "Do you remember me?"

The No. 7 Saint was about to collapse mentally at this time, and was about to rush up and fight with Liu Tiezhu when Bai Junyi appeared, even when he saw Bai Junyi under the premise of extremely chaotic and collapsed mentally, the No. 7 Saint actually stopped his steps, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and said: "It's you! Barbarian King! How could it be you! You are not dead yet!"

Bai Junyi's face immediately fell, and he said angrily: "How can you talk? You foreign old man haven't seen him for so long and still can't speak." ”

The seventh saint gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, barbarian king, it was you who killed my parrot, and that is my reincarnated father!

"Only a neurotic like you would believe in such a thing as reincarnation, and actually treat a parrot as his father, ridiculous and pathetic. "The man who said this was Icarus.

This woman who was full of resentment at this time had a poisonous tongue and didn't leave any affection at all, sneering again and again.

Saint Seven was awakened by this voice, and then he was furious, and turned his head sharply to see Icarus's face, and his eyes showed deep jealousy, and said fiercely: "It's you!

Icarus leaned against a tree and said calmly: "Remember, it was the ginseng of your Eastern European Icon that came in, and you killed three of my members for this news, they were all good young guys, but they were burned to death by you psychopaths in the most cruel way, now I will barbecue your father, and the courtesy will be exchanged." ”

Bai Junyi raised his eyebrows, there is still this story in this?

"This treasure can be given to you, but there is a treasure left for us by the gods, so we must take it away. Saint No. 7 said, he reluctantly controlled himself not to look at Liu Tiezhu, he was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself from going crazy, the moment he saw Bai Junyi, he had already confirmed Liu Tiezhu's identity, the famous scalpel, if it weren't for him, others would not have the ability to steal the parrot, these two people plus an Icarus are enough for him to recognize the reality, once he goes crazy, then it will be him who dies and definitely not those three people.

Icarus shrugged and said, "Treasure, I want, God Hide, you don't want to take it." ”

This girl is really domineering. Bai Junyi smiled happily, as long as Icarus was unreasonable to others, he would be happy to see it.

At this time, Liu Tiezhu suddenly cheered, shrugged his nose and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pulled a wing down and put it in his mouth to bite it, and then said in surprise: "It's cooked!"

This action, these two words, completely collapsed the Seventh Saint, who originally had a deep fear of the three of them.

"Ahhh

His thin body swelled up visibly like a balloon, and the muscles on his hands bulged, rushing towards Liu Tiezhu violently.

It's just that Bai Junyi will look at him presumptuous.

With a cold snort, he took a step forward, but this step seemed to be a Tyrannosaurus rex stepping on the ground fiercely, and there was an illusion that the earth was shaking in the roar.

The seventh saint roared, facing Bai Junyi who was like a mountain in front of him, he knew that it was impossible to take a step beyond the thunder pool without eradicating Bai Junyi, if he was sober, he would definitely not be unwise enough to confront Bai Junyi, but now he has been blinded by hatred and anger, and now he has only one thought in his mind, kill Liu Tiezhu!

The two of them were like two humanoid tyrannosaurus rexes entangled together, and in the blink of an eye, they threw more than a dozen punches at each other, all of which were fists to the flesh, without any dodging and evasion.

With a loud bang, Bai Junyi took two steps back, and the No. 7 Saint staggered back four or five steps, smashing the stones under his feet with each step on the ground, vomiting blood while retreating, and in the blink of an eye, the blood donation stained the clothes on his chest scarlet, coupled with his extremely hideous expression at this time, making his whole person look terrifying, as if he was a terrible ghost crawling up from hell.

Icarus's eyes flickered, looking at Bai Junyi, she had always felt that Bai Junyi had retired for so long, and his skills must have inevitably declined, but the facts in front of her told her that Bai Junyi had always been at the top.

The barbarian king is really terrible.

This was not only the idea of Icarus, but also the idea of the Seven Saints.

"Barbarian King, don't force me!" the Seven Saints roared like wounded beasts.

"Seven years ago, in Sri Lanka, you killed 76 innocent people. Five years ago, in East Africa, you slaughtered an entire village of aborigines, and three years ago, in Vietnam, you connived at your men to achieve your goals and turned the whole town into hell on earth, did they force you?" Bai Junyi said flatly, every word, every word, like a hammer, like the sound of judgment falling from the nine heavens, falling heavily on the hearts of the Seven Saints.

Bai Junyi hates this organization called the Eastern European Icon, they are an out-and-out cult, killing people without blinking, everything is under the will of God, which is extremely disgusting.

"Everything I do is to bring the light of God back to the world!" said Saint Seven angrily.

"Hahaha, God? Is there a god in this world? Yes, that's me. Bai Junyi laughed wildly, extremely conceited and arrogant, at this moment, he is almost as upside down as the lascivious and lazy white security guard in his daily life, this is the real him, the barbarian king familiar to the world, arrogant, domineering, and unstoppable.

His hands clenched into fists violently, and in the sound of kalakala's bones squeezing, the seventh saint raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, "Blasphemer, die!"

When the words landed, his abnormally huge body was skyrocketing, and his whole body was like a steel tank, rushing towards Bai Junyi.

This indomitable momentum made him almost unmatched.

Bai Junyi was not afraid, his body stood in place like a mountain, without any intention of dodging or dodging, his favorite thing was the person who was hard steel with him, as a man, there was nothing more exciting than this kind of fist-to-flesh confrontation.

Come, let's have a hearty fight! Bai Junyi's eyes erupted with a hot **, this feeling, the feeling of blood boiling, has not been retasted for a long, long time, and reliving this feeling again is so nostalgic.

With a shake of his shoulder, Bai Junyi's right hand turned into a fist, and he did not avoid the sprint of the No. 7 Saint at all, and he punched directly, simple and direct, violent and pure.

The two people generally touched in the blink of an eye, and the No. 7 Saint knew that his strength would never be Bai Junyi's opponent, and his only hope of winning at this time was to use his strength to fight, and this kind of thing was useless here.

Only with pure strength can we defeat all enemies.

Rumble!

The fists of the two of them slammed into each other, and there was an explosion-like sound, and an invisible but real energy spread out around the two people's bodies, and a wave of air blew away, and the surrounding sand and rocks actually flew away, this power was simply terrifying.

Bang.

Saint Seven flew.

The whole person flew out.

He slammed into a big tree, and the big tree couldn't withstand the force of the collision and broke into two in the middle, and the big tree, which I don't know how many years it had grown, suffered an unwarranted disaster and collapsed.

The body of Saint Seven also fell into the bushes, and was silent like a dead dog.

Standing in place, Bai Junyi's chest rose and fell violently, and the corners of his mouth oozed slightly, the strength of the seventh saint was undoubted, even if he had the absolute upper hand in this punch, but in such a simple and direct violent confrontation, he could not be unscathed, after all, he was not a real god, it was impossible for him to really be unbroken, and at this time, his hanging arm was trembling slightly.

This trembling is because of the tremendous force, and more because of the excitement of rekindling the blood.

Unfortunately, the opponent was too weak to make the excitement last longer.

If the Holy Son comes, it will be a real hearty battle.

Bai Junyi walked towards the bushes and walked in, only to see the body of the seventh saint struggling to stand up.

At this time, where did the No. 7 Saint still have the violent appearance he had before, he was shriveled and thin, he was almost angry, he couldn't even stand on his feet, and he barely held on to a tree next to him to keep himself from falling, but his eyes exuded the most profound viciousness and stared at Bai Junyi stubbornly, and said word by word: "Barbarian King, I am not your opponent, but one day, you will pay the price for everything you have done!"

"I've heard too many things like that, I'm tired of it, there are too many people in hell who curse me for not dying well, you should go and line up too. Bai Junyi said lightly, and after speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of the seventh saint, pinching and shattering.