"If that's what you're talking about, I think I know where it is?"

A crisp boy's voice suddenly interjected, and everyone followed the sound to look over, and found a child wearing a mask, holding Kira in one hand and holding the other high above his head. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There was a black thread between the fingers of the palm, and at the end of the black thread, a silver sword-shaped object hung tremblingly.

The sudden appearance of the boy cooled down the almost imminent killing power in the field, like a sphere full of gas and about to explode, and at the last moment, it was stabbed open with a needle, releasing excess air.

"Mark, it's the artifact."

The Wave Girl's far more than normal senses allowed her to quickly recognize the authenticity of Griffith's possession, and she gently moved her footsteps, drifting past the bloody little Mark like a gust of wind, leaving such a soft murmur in his ear.

After receiving the reminder from his teammates, Mark's eyes changed several times, and his round pupils elongated into vertical pupils, scanning Griffith up and down. He laughed in vain, stretched out his slender palm, and said in a cold voice:

"Give it to me."

Griffith was noncommittal, he held Kira, who was taller than him in one hand, and with the other hand retracted the black line and sword-shaped figurines into his palm, and naturally put them into his arms.

"No."

The other party's attitude was arrogant, and Griffith's answer was concise and forceful. He walked out with Kira, who was already obviously a little frightened, as if no one was around, obviously preparing to leave.

But he had only taken two steps, and as soon as he staggered past the red-haired thug, a huge cold quickly condensed behind his head, freezing into an icy killing machine.

The pitch-black streamer pierced the air and flowed silently from the sideways, and the pitch-black dagger, the owner of the dagger hid in the darkness, and delivered a fatal blow to the thin masked boy.

"Tongue kiss!"

Mary whispered a word, and the black daggers in her left and right hands staggered through the night, one from top to bottom, one from bottom to top, like a huge hideous python, tearing at its prey and closing its terrifying fangs.

The expected blur of flesh and blood did not appear, and Griffith turned sideways as the dagger reached his body, and the two huge black fangs grazed his neck.

One hit missed, and Mary did not panic, her body was like a huge black bat with an open face, and she was holding two huge barbs in both hands. She shrouded her body like night, brushed against Griffith, and the graceful light of the knife missed, and then cut a semicircle in the air, her arms straight, stretching her body, forming a pitch-black knife wheel, and slashing at Griffith's neck again.

The first and second slashes followed one after another between the lightning and flint, and the killing intent spread out, like a dense black sand in the sky, densely packed with a kind of helplessness that there was nowhere to escape.

Ji Liang, who finally woke up from the stimulation of Qin Qing's serious injury before, opened his eyes and saw a pitch-black knife wheel hanging above his head like a bright moon, its lonely halo was like a butterfly's powder, with the restlessness and suffocation of death, making Ji Liang's body writhe uneasily.

The writhing disturbed Griffith, and he glanced at Kira with displeasure, and finally felt that the woman who was persevering behind him was too annoying.

Following the trajectory of the sword, Griffith turned around. The blade of Mary's dagger was always wrapped against the skin of Griffith's neck, but it never moved an inch. Griffith's body spun with the knife, and after turning one hundred and eighty degrees, his body was facing the attacker, and with a wave of his remaining left hand, he 'slashed' at the chest of the airwave girl.

Hearing only the sound of a 'bell', Mary hurriedly shrank the dagger and blocked Griffith's hand knife with the back of the knife, but the whole person was pushed away five or six meters away because of Griffith's extreme power explosion.

Her feet were driven by the force of the dagger, like two ploughs, sliding and rubbing against the bluestone slabs, bringing out two deep scratches.

Commenting, Griffith's strength is not outstanding, and the particularity of Giaman's body determines that his current physical strength is only a little stronger than that of ordinary people.

But Griffith is a great demon who has lived countless times, has a lot of combat experience, and his combat skills are even more extreme. Although he was born a big demon in his previous life, he did not have the accumulation of skills at such a weak stage as now, but he started too much, and under the command, he was as handy as he was at the current physical state, and he was able to use the least force to hit the greatest destructive effect.

As soon as Mary's night attack was repulsed, the white bear's strong body that seemed to be steaming was already filling Griffith's sight, and he waved the steel cast 'soul' bell to fight Griffith a few times, and the huge weight and strength made the whole alley tremble and fall dust.

The ability of the white bear is the 'Mr. Muscle' that simply increases strength and physical strength, which is almost an ordinary ability of the road goods, and has been out of the category of ordinary abilities after the tempering of the white bear's non-stop life and death, which is combined with the 'soul' specially tailored for him, and has left a wonderful performance record in many battles.

In fact, the huge self-weight of the soul is only used in battles by a muscular hunk like a white bear, and this kind of macho is equipped with a powerful combination of high-power weapons, which can be called a sharp weapon in large-scale team battles or wars, and can also have a good performance in one-on-one battles.

The sound of flesh and flesh, flesh and metal colliding was densely heard in the deep alleys of the rainy night, and Mary, who had just been cut back by a knife, flashed in the darkness, disappeared her traces, and then poked out her deadly fangs at Griffith at unexpected angles and opportunities.

Xue Yijie, who was refreshed by the bright state in front of him, was about to rush over to help Griffith, but was blocked by the smiling bloody little Mark in the middle of the two small groups.

The aura of indifference, slaughter, and blood frantically mixed together at this moment, twisted into a whirlwind, and swept the ground. The silent men stared at each other with cold eyes, the loud sound of striking and the sound of cold weapons staggering and clanging, and the huge shadow of death covered the dark blue outline of the distant mountains.

The red-haired young man and his vicious minions stood in a daze, in fact, what they had been through tonight had not been understood since the crash.

However, the huge cold weapon around them roared and screamed to remind them of the seriousness of the matter, and the red-haired boy saw the huge knife wheel and iron pillar in front of him, on his side, and on the top of his head wherever he could, and was dodged by the boy who was holding the man in one hand. In the panicked eyes, only the uncle's face mask with a figure-eight beard and exaggerated raised black brow sneered coldly in the cold air, and those images were frozen by the strange smiling face into a frame of weird special effects photos.

Griffith held Kira to the White Bear and Mary the Wave Girl with one hand, and they were like two chainsaws and stone crushers with full power, bombarding Griffith's 'fragile' defense line with dazzling means and afterimages.

Mary lifted the hem of her blouse, and a huge black cloak spread out in the wind, stretching across her and Griffith's sides, Griffith repelled the white bear with a palm, and the blade-sharp knife cut through the black cloak curtain in front of her.

Behind the cloak, Mary's dagger probed like a viper, and was knocked off by Griffith, and the black cloak was ripped off, but there was no one behind it.

At this time, a slight sound suddenly came from the right rear side of Griffith, and it was Mary who finally deceived Griffith into the position next to Griffith with the help of her sight, and she yelled 'death' with a hideous expression and excitement, and then Griffith's head did not return, and she kicked it away.

The Caucasian woman was kicked in the stomach, and her body flew two or three meters out of the corner and rolled into the corner. She clutched her stomach, knelt on one knee and half-squatted, cold sweat falling to the ground along the cold sweat that trembled slightly.

And the white bear on the other side, because the system is stronger than the radio wave girl, he is obviously in a better state. But this kind of goodness is only relative to the radio wave girl, although his figure at this time is still majestic and straight, the weakness of his momentum is inevitably exposed.

In fact, both Mary and White Bear have been hit by Griffith a few times, and although they have done their best to defend themselves to the minimum, the bones and muscles of the injured parts are still restless and out of control like wild horses, highlighting the fact that the two of them are still inferior in the previous battle.

At this time, Griffith was holding Kira, who was a little dizzy, and his expression was hidden under the uncle's exaggerated and mocking mask, but the voice penetrated the mask and came:

"There really will be no peace between the lion and the monkey, these weak primates...... This is a human ......"

The leader of the three-person team of the Stranger, Bloody Little Mark, looked over with a frown, most of his energy had been guarding Xue Yijie before, but the situation on the other side of the battlefield had not fallen, and it was clear in his perception.

The masked thing in front of him who doesn't know if it's a child or a dwarf is unexpectedly strong, he has worked with White Bear and Mary for many years, and knows the advantages and horrors of his companions, like this, two people join forces to attack an enemy who is holding a heavy object and can only fight back with one hand, and it is still at a disadvantage, these many years, it is not unseen, in fact, Mark's three-person team has been born and died for many years, and he has also seen things that are several times stranger.

But this abrupt encounter in this cold alley, in this small town in China, far from the center of the world economy, still made the bloody little Mark stunned for a moment.