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For Miro's entanglement, in fact, Czech Fried was also very upset, for him, what he wanted more was not to defeat anyone, but to have someone come out and tell him where Hiluda was and how to meet her.

If he could, he would even like to say, as long as I see Lord Hiluda, I will stand here and let you pierce.

It's a pity that his question will not be answered, and among the Golden Saints, the only person who knows the truth has already gone to Asgard to fall in love.

In Asgard, Dismask, who was wandering around Helena's fruit stand, suddenly sneezed, although Abrody asked him to hurry up and settle his personal affairs so that he could get down to business, but this private matter was a little unsure of how to start for him, an innocent little young man.

It would scare her to go up and stuff it into her, and it would be a good idea to buy all her fruits, but how much was that cart of fruit worth? Buying so much fruit with so much money will be suspected of ill intentions, oops, it's so difficult.

Dismask squatted on the ground and pulled his hair straight, and Abrody had a headache when he looked at it.

"Scarlet Poison Needle!"

A red light flashed from Miro's hand and pierced Czechofried's shoulder.

Ignoring this, Czechofried's fist swept up with wind and dark clouds, turning into a black dragon, baring its sharp fangs and slamming at Miro with unstoppable momentum.

"Blizzard Double Dragon Fist!"

Miro was punched by the double dragon, and although the holy clothes blocked part of the damage, his body was still beaten and flew backwards, cutting an arc and smashing into the snow behind him.

Czechfried's feet shook and his body shook twice.

"It's ......"

Miro fell on the ground, then bounced back, his body writhed in the air, his legs propped up, and he landed on the ground, although he was embarrassed, but he didn't fall.

With a cough, Miro straightened up and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, "Scarlet Poison Needle, do you think it's just a simple stabbing blow, the poison of the scorpion will follow the blood flow all over your body, causing severe pain in your body, and injuring your nerves, until you deprive yourself of the five senses." When the last shot of Andalis pierces you in the heart, you will die. ”

"Deprivation of the five senses?" A small purple universe erupted from Czechfried's body, suppressing the sharp pain and sensory discomfort in his body, "Your little toxin, for me, is useless. ”

Miro's face showed solemnity, the strongest god fighter in Asgard is really not in vain, since you say so, then you are welcome.

"Then you're eating my blow, Scarlet Poison Needle!"

Czech Fried didn't dodge, from the speed of the previous blow, he knew that Miro's poisonous needle couldn't dodge at his speed, not only him, even Flaudi, the fastest among the god fighters, couldn't dodge.

So he doesn't dodge anymore, since a single needle won't cause much damage to himself, then just knock Miro down before his body can't bear it.

Blizzard Double Dragon Fist!

The double dragon fist of Czechfried's hands, two black giant tornadoes, staggered and rolled forward, and Miro at the end was like a small windsurfing board in the stormy waves, which was instantly swept to the bottom of the sea.

In the black tornado, twelve red rays of light pierced out, and Miro's hands shot out in succession, and he actually shot two scarlet poison needles in an instant.

Miro was beaten and flew again, falling into the snowdrift, and his needle was once again pierced into the chest of Czech Fried.

"Ugh!" Czech Fried's heart shrank violently, and before, he had been pierced with fourteen stitches, and the accumulated toxins had begun to make his small universe unable to suppress. The world in his eyes became blurred, the sound of the wind became weaker, and his five senses began to weaken to varying degrees.

"Ahem!" Miro lay on the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood, obviously this attack hit him hard, his legs kept shaking, his arms were propped on the ground, and he tried hard to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

Czechfried's footsteps staggered towards Miro, who was lying on the ground, and every step seemed to be unable to find a direction, and every step was extremely difficult.

"Miro! Tell me, where is Lord Hildath? Czechfried roared lowly, what was the point of knocking down Miró if he couldn't answer in the end.

"Ahem! Cough! Miró finally got up with his hands propped up, his face bloodstained and looked very miserable, even then he still wanted to pull the corners of his mouth and put on his sunniest smile.

"I told you a long time ago that we hadn't met Shiluda, and you didn't believe it. And make a mess of things, in your current state, even if you find the person who took Hiluda away, can you rescue her? Czechfried, after so many years, although your strength has grown, your brain is still not enough. ”

Czechfried shook his head, "I have seen with my own eyes, could there be a fake, the person who robbed Shiluda, wearing the same golden holy clothes as you, exuding a golden universe on his body, who else would it be besides you golden saints." I don't know what your purpose was in holding Shiluda hostage, and I don't want to get involved in any war. However, since you want to hurt Shiluda, I, Czechfried, will never let you go. ”

Miro sighed, "I can't make sense with you, since you are obsessed, then come on, the last shot of Andalis is ready." ”

"You really don't tell me, where is Lord Shiluda?" Czechfried stared at Miro viciously, his fists creaking.

Miró didn't answer, and raised his fingers, scarlet nails showed what he meant.

"Milo don't blame me, you brought it on yourself!" The small universe on Czechfried's body began to burn wildly, and the next blow was bound to be the strongest punch that surpassed all previous attacks.

Bite!

At this moment, the light burst out on Miro's red nails, and in an instant, it shot into the chest of Czech Fried.

"Although it will take the fifteenth needle to kill a person, my speed is faster than all of yours, and," Miró said with a smile on the look of surprise on Czechfried's face, "I have mastered the method of stabbing all the poisonous needles at once, so I can only say I'm sorry." ”

Burst!

Miro spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the holy clothes on his body suddenly made a cracking sound, and countless blood seeped out along the cracks in the holy clothes, instantly dyeing him into a bloody man.

Miro opened his mouth, but did not speak, and fell to the ground with a pop of his body, barely alive.

A cold wind swept by, and several tendrils stretched out from the ground, rolling Miro's body up and dragging it into the ground.