The face was like a sudden murderous machine, and Leng Yanru seemed to be unaware, allowing the sharp blade to approach his body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, just a few centimeters behind her, the tip of the knife stopped vividly. It wasn't that it was stabbed with some hard protection, but it was firmly grasped by a pair of big hands, and it was impossible to move in at all. The attacker immediately abandoned his weapon and tried to leave, but was forced back by something from outside the door.

Leng Yanru turned around and saw a familiar face, the person was also chic, smiled at her, and was personable: "Secretary Leng, I haven't seen you for a few hours, I didn't expect you to be here." ”

He is the vice president of the H Trickery Salon, Claude.

Leng Yan was taken aback, although the enchantment laid by Caster was mainly aimed at Servant, it was also a guard against magicians, and the ability of the hero of the god would definitely not be so much that even a third-rate magician could not find out, so how did the other party sneak behind him unknowingly?

Fortunately, Caster called two minions in advance, just in case, otherwise he would have been easily killed. Thinking of this, Leng Yanru's chest seemed to be blocked by something.

In front of Claude, a blue-faced and fanged giant god threw his dagger aside, the armor and battle skirt on his body were all in the style of Shenzhou Shendai, and the same was true of the giant god blocking the way behind him, but it was smaller, but it was burning with an inextinguishable flame on his body.

"Secretary Leng is really hidden, not only can he summon such a powerful Servant, but also he is not alarmed, this calmness is really heartbreaking. But I'd like to know where my brother-in-law has gone. Seeing that he had become a turtle in an urn, Claude seemed to start looking for a topic to try to stall for time.

"Although in the information I know, Claude is only a third-rate commodity, but it cannot be ruled out that he has prepared holy relics himself, and many of the Servant's abilities are far beyond modern magic, so it is not surprising that he can achieve such an effect. But I had to test him again. Thinking of this, Leng Yanru deliberately showed a faint sadness and said, "President Gao, you are dead." ”

"What? He's dead? Claude looked incredulous, but then washed away by ecstasy. He opened his mouth to laugh, but he still forced a smile and stretched out his hand to Leng Yanru: "In that case, then you have no choice, let your Servant kill himself, and then follow me." ”

Looking at Claude in front of him, the sadness of the cold face slowly faded. Her eyes moved, and the two giant gods burst into attack, and the four giant fists smashed into Claude in unison.

However, Claude seemed to have seen through their movements, and at the moment when his fist was about to hit, he flew back, brushed shoulders with the flaming giant god, leaped out as swiftly as a leopard, and fled as fast as the path he had come.

Looking at his flexible and silent figure, he said to himself with a solemn face: "I really didn't expect ......"

At this time, in the small courtyard of the villa, the four giant gods were looking for an unknown enemy. They were all beast-faced human bodies, but they were of different shapes, one with a huge bull's head, and two fierce curved horns that shone with cold light; One is shaped like a sheep, but with a fierce gaze; One with the head of a mastiff, majestic; There is also a dragon head with a dragon head, and he is full of energy. They were all covered with a layer of cold metallic luster, like a hundred refining divine weapons, invincible.

Gradually, they spread out and searched for all corners of the compound. The sheep-headed giant god was extra cautious, and it reached into the small garden of the villa, its slender eyes shining vigilantly, so that when a slender and sharp light and shadow approached quickly, it could still detect it in time and create a defensive wall of light in front of it, but—

The deadly arrow was not blocked by the wall of light, even a thousandth of a second, but it was better to say that the wall of light was like it didn't exist at all. Because if it exists, then the two collide, and even if the wall of light is fragile, the speed of the arrow will change even the slightest bit. But not now, as if all obstacles would be forcibly ignored in the face of this arrow. It drove straight in, nailing into the target's skull.

The eyes of the sheep-headed giant god lost their lustre, and his huge body turned into a little streamer and disappeared into the night.

As if sensing something, the other three giant gods looked in the direction of the sheep-headed giant god disappearing almost at the same time, and they ran quickly to the place of the accident, but caught a glimpse of the figure falling from the sky in the afterglow. His glorious shawl is the fur of an ancient beast, his dress fluttering in the wind is the feathers of a rare beast, his bronzed skin shows the charm of the wild, and his steely arms pull out the hard bow of the battle.

The arrows, ignoring the obstacles, made a strange arc, and as soon as the titans turned their heads, they pierced their hearts in turn, splashing with streamers.

The wild hunter landed quietly like a black panther, his sturdy body exposed wantonly in the moonlight, his majestic chest muscles like war drums like natural armor, and his whole body exuded the beauty of the power of the primordial wilderness.

He raised his head, as if the features carved by the sword shone metallicly in the moonlight.

Without any warning, the space around him fluctuated, and eight giant gods with the same beast face and human body walked out of the void, as if they had been waiting here for the arrival of their prey.

The hunter and the prey seem to have to switch identities.

The wild hunter's face showed an excited smile.

"Let's go up together."

As if understanding the provocative words, the eight giant gods roared angrily, four of them rushed up, and the other four watched intently at the enemy's movements from the periphery.

The hunter looked at the giant god who pounced on him from the front, his long arms suddenly put on the other party's shoulders, and he rose into the air with a loud shout, his broad and powerful palm suddenly tightened, and the shoulder armor and bones of the giant god shattered in response. Under the astonished gaze of the giant gods, the hunter rolled over and landed, but his hands never let go, so the hapless giant god was held up in the air, and was used as a weapon.

Fists to the flesh, strength to the bones, the ancient hunter only with flesh and blood and the eight giant gods in one place. The deadly technique is like a wild dance, interpreting the fusion of strength and beauty.

Just as the battle intensified, the dancing hunter suddenly stopped.

"Retreat...... Well, I got it. ”

Accepting Master's offer to retreat, the Hunter directly destroyed the nearest giant god with a single punch, turning into a spirit and drifting away.

And in front of the window on the second floor of the villa, Leng Yanru looked at this scene and said unwillingly: "Just let him leave?" We're ambushing here to ambush the unlucky guy who wants to turn to Umpire if he spreads the word......"

The silver-haired Dao Tong revealed his body from the air, shook his head, and said, "He won't." How could such a proud hunter tell others about the hunting grounds he had discovered? ”

"Prepare for it, he'll be back sooner or later."