Of course, this kind of thing can only be seen after a certain level of knowledge. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is like a knowledgeable racer who sees a simple flat turn in his peers, and subconsciously appears in his eyes, making him even feel that the integration of man and vehicle moves as seamlessly as an electric current.

Obviously, Nebujia Cardin is a capable opponent, and the people sent by the Genma to encircle and suppress Joseph Rhein and Griffith will naturally not be weak.

In the old courtyard under the scorching summer sun, Nibuja Cardin stood bare-chested in brown leather pants.

His height was already more than three meters at this time, and the muscles on his body were like thick steel wires, and the whole person was like a wall of human flesh.

This guy activated his ability just before, and his originally majestic and majestic body instantly exploded like a balloon. Griffith stood in his shadow, tilting his head back at the monster that had completely detached itself from the human species.

"One Force Steel Fist ......"

There was a sound in the air like steel wires churning together, and the muscles on the man's arms condensed together in an instant, more than twice as thick, like an intertwined noose.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nebucar's sturdy punch-bag-sized fist slammed down on Griffith's tiny head.

The big demon took a step back and swung a short knife at the opponent's exposed forearm. Nebujia knocked the short knife away with the black iron glove in his hand, but the other hand did not stop, and almost at the same time that the short knife collided with the fist, he came to Griffith again.

With a thud, the short knife slammed into the fist glove, and Griffith dragged the opponent's sandbag-sized fist to the side, and then the force from the short knife pushed him out hard.

"This power ......"

Before he finished speaking, Nibujia's whole person was like an old and heavy bulldozer, booming, as if it was still steaming white, and ran over directly.

Griffith stabilized his form, and the short knife in his hand was pressed upside down on the tiger's mouth in his right hand. He leans forward and angles 45 points to the ground, with a slender and explosive arc.

The big demon hamstrings only exerted force, and the whole person was like an arrow from relaxation, leaping up step by step.

The short knife cut through the air, and the white air flow rotated at high speed with the rotation of the human body, forming a curtain of silver glittering blades.

The layers of blooming knife curtains and the giant's thick steel fists collided fiercely, and the intricate and chaotic sparks rubbed into a spiral shape like a whirlpool......

In an instant, two figures, one large and one small, passed by.

The inertia of his body carried the demon through the air for the last distance, and behind him pulled a series of milky white spinning air tracks. The big demon's feet landed lightly, and the whole person was emitting a transparent steam from the inside out, blowing one after another, making his collar and hair fly upward.

Griffith wrapped his arms around him, and the tip of the knife in his right hand hung back slightly, pointing at the base of the man's thigh.

And the man who passed by the big demon was so strong that he had surpassed the human form, but he kept his body forward, with a fist of black iron fists, trying his best to stand with his whole body.

In front of the man was an old floor-to-ceiling window, a few dozen centimeters away from Nibuka's outstretched fist. But the fist wind brought by the huge fist face shattered the glass window that had supported many years in advance.

He slowly retracted his posture, and Griffith turned around at this point, and then both of them frowned in unison.

Beneath the cloud-shrouded sun, an invisible storm is brewing.

The man known as the human tank raised his arms expressionlessly, and the horizontal flesh on his face was clearly visible in the movements of his lifting.

It was only then that it was discovered that on the forearm of his right hand, hind arm, and the chest skin of his upper body, the delicate edge of a fishing net was emerging from nothing, like a delicate fishing net.

"What a quick knife ......"

"What a thick ......"

Almost instantly, the two sides reached such a consensus.

In just a few rounds of confrontation, the strength of Nibujia's simple body and the quality of defense have been understood, which makes him feel incredible-such a body, a little too steel.

Griffith's face remained the same, but his heart was turbulent.

The other party's physical fitness is definitely abnormal, even if it is strengthened by the ability to temper the muscles, it seems too exaggerated.

It's not scientific......

Griffith tightened the hilt of the knife in his hand and thought again, but on the other side, the majestic Hulk-like man in the movie had already rounded his arm and smashed it with a thud.

Griffith's short knife in his hand was sideways, and the next second he was once again bounced away by the force that erupted between the blade and the gloves.

There are two shallow white marks on the ground with both feet, and this continuous block is a test of the body's foundation. The big demon's current body, which is suspected to be the essence quadrant, has been taken care of by him quite well.

But it took a lot of physical strength and energy to fight hard with the elites on the side of Xuanjian before, and now that he is forced to fight by the other party so unreasonably, he feels more and more unbearable.

"Don't go too far!"

Griffith bent over, clutching the knife in one hand, his voice low. He fought vigorously with the other party several times, and at this point, he seemed to be a little gasped.

However, the man known as the human flesh tank didn't talk nonsense at all at this point in time, picked up a disc-shaped stone weighing three or four hundred pounds and threw it at the big demon, not even talking about the 'real man should be' that he likes to hang on.

Nebujia is still very particular about doing things, and in ordinary times, he distracts the other party by talking trash talk, makes the opponent impetuous, and so on, and a sentence can choke people for a long time. Those with a small amount of qi can vomit blood by him.

But now the situation is that he has somehow driven Griffith into a dead end, and although the opponent is strong, he is already showing fatigue.

He only needs to grasp this point and grit his teeth and attack all the way, which is more convincing than any words, and it makes people desperate and indignant.

But Nebugar obviously underestimated Griffith, or rather, the thin man in front of him, who was an opponent, he was more special and tricky than any previous opponent.

"Upanishads: Millennial ......"

The sword light cracked silently, like the moonlight that moisturized and penetrated all things in the cold night.

The silver brilliance struck the thick square stone head-on, and everything fluttered lightly, without even making a sound.

The stone pier weighing three or four hundred pounds seemed to pause when it was illuminated by the moonlight, and then it silently decomposed into dust in the sky.

The light projected from the dust, looking soft and delicate. Nibugar had barely had time to raise his hand to his face, and the light had already pierced through the wrinkles between his brows and the full head of hair, smearing the walls behind him, turning a silver white.

Then the front wall melted and collapsed in this silvery light, turning into a cloud of dust.

And Nebujad Cardin, who stood between Griffith and the dust, protected his head with his hands, his body shrunk defensively, and the hair on his head was still moving......

However, in the next second, the skin, hair, and muscles on his body began to fall off and weathered little by little, like a thousand-year-old doll that had been corroded by time.

Soon after, all the frontal parts that had been illuminated by the silver light fell off. Nebuja Kadin seems to have been cut off from a certain face, a certain angle, and a certain precise scale.

And it was not until this time, in the line of sight, that Griffith's knife swinging action was completely conveyed to the human visual nerve center.

The names of his 'Millennial ......', 'Millennial ......' and 'Millennial ......' still echo in his ears, but the extreme mysteries that are so fast that they cannot be captured by the picture and sound have already exerted their due power.

The mystery of the millennium is the skill of fighting the enemy that Griffith comprehended when he penetrated the second realm of the six realms of Renzi.

A few years ago, the shadowy Green Feather crossed the plane to seek revenge on the Great Demon, and Griffith used the same trick on him.

At that time, Griffiths had not taken too long to comprehend the speed realm of the Six Realms of Renqi, so his power was limited.

To this day, although the big demon's comprehension of the speed realm is still at a superficial level, it is much more powerful than back then.

Hit head-on by the Upanisha, Nebuja Cardin's entire forearms, chest, abdomen, crotch and legs were slashed off a layer of flesh, and the white bones of the forest were faintly visible.

This move can be placed on anyone with slightly weaker defense, and the only result is that the light made up of blades will cut into dust head-on.

But after Nebuja Cardin transformed, his defense was really good. From the skin and muscles on the surface of the body, to the bones and internal organs inside, they have all been strengthened. And this guy -- it's just too big.

Griffith's mystery struck him, and he couldn't dodge the speed that seemed to stretch out time, but the armor-like defense allowed him to escape.

And at the moment when Griffith launched the mystery, Nebuja Cardin decisively held two bucket-sized arms in front of his head. This caused the forearm of his left and right hands to be almost scraped to the bone by a knife.

But the rewards were immediate.

The skull, which is the most important part of the human body, integrates the brain, visual center, smell center, and taste center, and has not been fatally injured. As a well-trained human elite, this gives him the possibility to fight back.

There is one more point, which Nebujah did not say. He was actually no longer a pure human being, and the blood in his body was filled with the smell of chemicals. As long as the skull is not fatally hit, the scars on the body can be solved by returning to the tissues and a minor operation.