The sound of chains piercing through the air and items shattering was ringing, and someone was shouting frantically, but sawdust was flying, and the dry and hard rock wall was powdered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The human body flew out, and an acquaintance known as Brother Zui was knocked out from the top of Liu Wei's head, and the trajectory of his flight was an arc, his expression remained in the air, and his mouth was spitting blood......

In the midst of this chaos, Liu Wei saw the man who claimed to be from the Criminal Affairs Department stretched out his left hand and danced the chains, and his right hand touched his waist, pushing it up lightly.

The man known as the 'Short-beaked Alligator', who was known as the Crocodile, was nailed back to the wall above his head, to put it mildly.

There is a great contrast and a stark mutation between the style of painting, the man called the short-tailed crocodile had almost bitten Griffith's head, his teeth glowing with bloodthirsty light, and every texture on his face was dangerously confident.

However, the man who once won the underground boxing champion was crucified to the wall by the man at a moment when he was almost at the peak of his life and felt too good to be good.

It was a short dagger of black iron, not very well textured, perhaps a handmade product bought on the street.

However, the thing went straight up the crocodile's throat, piercing the cerebellum and nerves, and nailing the huge body to the rock wall.

The limbs clutching the top wall lost their strength at this moment, and the corpse collapsed limply around the dagger piercing the rock, making a swing-like arc in the air.

Griffith leaned sideways to avoid the corpse's top-to-bottom arc, and his free left hand fumbled in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a pair of large-framed sunglasses.

The man casually threw off his temples and naturally put them on his face, his expression was like a model on the runway, and his mouth was still whispering.

'Lao Tzu's family still has a little sister like a flower, empty, lonely and cold......

In the midst of this chaos, someone rushed over waving something in his hand, shouting words from his mouth.

The scene was so chaotic that no one paid attention to what the man was saying, and the dancing objects in their hands were also disappearing in the mass of debris that was raised.

Then he was sent flying.

The old-faced woman who had already joined the Triangle Group and had been inoculated with the totem logo was the wife of the ogre Liu Wei, who saw the devastating infusion, took off her apron, put down the kitchen utensils in her hand, and walked past Liu Wei and walked towards the turbulent battlefield.

The woman's withered and wrinkled skin shook wildly between walks, gradually swelling to the point that the skin was plump and even burst, and the upper body seemed to form a mushroom-like mass.

But this transformation only lasted halfway, because the time of joining the organization was still short, Liu Wei, who had not been able to obtain the qualification to be vaccinated with the triangular totem, saw the woman who passed by him calmly and confidently, only half of the distance, was hit by the half of the dining table that was whipped by the aftermath of the chains, and flew back screaming, falling into a ruin.

White hot steam bubbled out, and half-boiled water tumbled in the hot pan......

The police officer of the Torture Department and the little girl in the 'bathtub' who had fallen in the corner looked a little stunned, and then someone staggered to his feet from the rubble, and Griffith pushed his fingers against the sunglasses on the tip of his nose, and the chains flew out, breaking the man and the broken wood in front of him into a cloud of sawdust.

"Mr. J......"

Such an offensive is like a violent wind sweeping the ground, so strong that it is irresistible.

The man who had brought the storm crossed most of the hall and stood in the middle of the empty space, holding his forehead to see the inner chamber that he had destroyed most of it.

The man's side, in front of him, and above his head were rock walls covered with 'whip marks', and most of them were beaten into the rubble, and he lamented that none of them could be beaten.

Bright silver chains swept it all over, dancing and shrinking back. It goes around the curved parabola, shrinks and tainters, and finally reverts to the shape of a ring.

Griffith glanced around, and in the enclosed space filled with gunsmoke, he saw the thin old man with a bare head raised and looked at him quietly.

Since the beginning of the war, this old man has been sitting on the seat near the center of the hall, and his expression is calm, and there is not much sadness or joy.

He looked like a detached monk, but his heart was definitely not.

The old man's disciples and disciples were killed by the big demon one by one and knocked unconscious, just like slaughtering cats and dogs, the old man always ignored them, like strangers.

His image is engraved in a green lantern and engraved on a stone slab, making it feel cold and hard.

The big demon walked over with great interest, found a clean stool close to the old man and sat down, one foot involuntarily cocked.

"Between the triangular waves? Contemptible Liang Qiu's intellectual ......"

Griffith had only known the name of the triangle for five minutes.

Before he knocked out Nuichi, who had turned into a giant ape, the other party was unwilling to be suppressed, and let go of his mouth, saying something like 'Lord Triangle Wave will help me avenge me', and then Griffith told him to shut up.

The big demon was very curious about what kind of existence would be in the mouth of the giant ape with sharp chest hair, who was regarded as the leader of the sect and obviously respected sincerely.

At this time, it seems that the other party is thin and thin, and the image of skin and bones is presented, as if he has not yet read half of the majesty.

Fortunately, Griffith was not a master of all appearances, he hung his sunglasses on the tip of his nose, his eyes barely exposed, and twisted his face to look at each other carefully.

And at the same time, the withered old man also looked up at him. The old man's eyes were cloudy, his hair was bare, and his forehead was wrinkled.

"I'm Triangle Wave," he said, his lips opening and closing, revealing sparse yellow teeth.

The words were slurred, and the tone was not high, but the voice was calm.

The old man's front teeth had fallen out, revealing his bare gums, and he didn't care, looking up and continuing to stare at Griffith.

After introducing themselves in a simple sentence, the two sides looked at each other deeply, this kind of thing sounded embarrassing, but after dozens of seconds of silence, the pupils of the big demon with a faint pale silver light suddenly flashed with an unbelievable brilliance.

"Fifth Order ......"

He was so speechless that the countenance on his face finally became serious.

To be exact, that old man was already a fifth-order peak cultivator.

Griffith once fought with the golden lion Miss Joseph Rhein against the powerhouse of the early sixth order, Chalunkun, although he had exhausted the tricks, and even used tricks to stab the opponent's heart before the real war, the time and place were favorable, and the situation of total possession was still beaten like a dog by the opponent.

In the end, it was Griffith who summoned the projection of the main body to settle the matter, and thus lost the opportunity to summon the projection for long enough.

And the old man in front of him is an absolute powerhouse with a high enough level. The other party was a fifth-order top stage, and had obviously stayed in this realm for a long enough time to be so strong that his momentum and energy were unusually solidified.

Although Griffith has some conceited and running methods, in such a narrow corridor, if the other party fights seriously, the big demon really feels a headache.

It is impossible to say that if you want to use the life-saving means that have been accumulated for several years, then the loss will be great.

It's just that when the big demon saw through the cultivation of the old man who didn't deliberately hide it, the dry old man also had a full enough understanding of Griffith.

"The physical qualifications are average, but there are some spiritual qualities, and it is really rare to cultivate to the peak of the middle stage of the fourth order at such an age.

If it were you, one day, you might be able to finish the unfinished road of decay......"

The old man said so lightly, but his body stood up involuntarily. His eyes were flat and looking at the big demon's eyebrows, and his shriveled body seemed to be about to die in the last years of the wind and candle, which made people sigh in vain.

The old man took a step closer, and above his yellow and thin body, the rancid smell and damp musty smell of the perennial cave dwelling underground could be faintly smelled, and Griffith was about to stand up, but a huge sense of oppression suddenly rose.

The air hardened at this time, as if it had a physical body. Griffith shook some of the space with the concussion technique of his flesh, barely standing up, and then being held in place by the surging pressure, stiff as a puppet.

At the same time, the scene in front of me began to slowly emit distorted transparent smoke, as if looking at the distant sky in the hottest weather in the desert.

Full of distortions and unreality.

Everything in sight is slowly distorted, as if reality has been integrated into an abstract painting.

The hard caves, the desks, the human body was floppy, twisted, melted like cream, and the feet sank deep into the ground. Countless green and red flowers and plants bloom from scratch as far as the eye can see, and the image is like a two-dimensional painting sketched by a child with crayons.

The laughter of children came from afar, and the rock walls above their heads melted into juice at some unknown point, and drop by drop fell to the ground, forming a dome-shaped hole, revealing the sun in chains and the blue sky outside.

The old man walked plainly in the midst of all these thousands of colors.

He is the only bronze among all the colors, the only thing that retains its original appearance.

The path that the old man came from was covered with flowers, although he was thin and his appearance was not obvious, but the treasure between his eyebrows was solemn and could not be humiliated.

The old man walked over like this, and there were even small pure golden petals floating in his hair from the air, and he just looked at the eyes of the big demon, and the desireless light was mixed with more indescribable complications.

A wizened old man named Triangle Wave draws the old man who has been imprisoned underground for more than a hundred years facing Griffith.

His gaze was silent, undignified, and unpretentious, and he raised his hand and put his index finger on Griffith's brow.