I was shaken apart by his outburst of vindictiveness, but the moment I stepped onto the stone platform, I rushed to Jagson, who was on his knees. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the face of such a situation, I do not have the compassion that ordinary human beings have.

By the time I rushed over, Jagson had already spotted me, and he was holding back the pain in his stomach and barely holding himself up to block the kick I had kicked over, albeit blocking the balance that his body had lost under the kick.

I took a step and kicked him again, this time directly to his back, and under the defense of the layer of vindictive energy on the surface of his body, I kicked his body directly into the air, and then jumped up and clasped his hands together, slamming his body to the ground.

I don't know what the ground is made of, and the two days of fierce fighting have not left any obvious marks on it, and of course there is no trace of Jagson's body when he smashes on it, his body bounces up slightly under the reaction force, and then falls down again.

I fell from the air and tried to step directly on his legs, but just as I reached on top of his body, Jagson, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out one hand, quickly grabbed one of my ankles, and put the other hand on the ground, quickly stood up, and then grabbed me and threw me to the ground.

My skull was the first to touch the ground, and the pain from the massive impact penetrated deep into my soul for a moment, and it seemed that my skull was slightly injured.

The flesh spirit that came into contact with the ground was completely shattered in an instant, but under the strong urging of my magical power, it quickly returned to its original state, and my current state was still in a passive high-speed movement, and few people could see the specific situation of my current situation.

After grabbing my leg and smashing me to the ground, Jagson pulled me up and continued to smash me towards the ground, cursing as he smashed it. This kind of attack, the average person should have broken his head after three or four blows, it is an absolute attack towards death, I thought that someone would stop this kind of thing from continuing, but after Jagson continued to attack like this for a while, I found that no one came up to stop it.

Sure enough, I still think highly of human respect for rules!

If that's the case, then why should I keep my hands! When Jagson swung me up again, I stomped my other hand on his head, and I didn't want him to die so happily, attacking me for so long and always having to pay some debt.

After receiving this attack, he had a concussion and directly let go of the hand that grabbed my ankle.

I fell to the ground and looked at him, and he patted his head and looked at me in surprise, "How is it possible, how can you not be hurt in any way." ”

I did not answer him, because I had no such obligation. With a light step, I came to him, stretched out a hand to grab his neck, the black and white lines on the bones quickly appeared, and I directly lifted him up in the air.

Because of my exertion, he stared at me with his mouth open uncomfortably. At this time, I really didn't look scarred at all, except for some dust on my hair. He reached out and grabbed my hand, trying to shake me away.

It's a pity that when he hit me before, he had already consumed some of his strength, and no matter how much he burst out at this time, he couldn't shake me away, let alone break my palm. It's sad, I look at his distorted face in agony and think that his complexion has begun to turn cyan because of the lack of oxygen.

With a wave of my right hand, I slammed Jagson's body to the ground, and this time he vomited not bile, but blood, and all the blood that spurted out of his mouth fell on his face, which was really ugly.

I lifted his blonde hair and pulled him up, breathing back as he breathed back, and he was now gulping for air. I lifted his face to mine, "Don't you want to hit me head-on, come on." I said.

When he heard my words, he immediately opened his eyes and glared at me fiercely, his hands suddenly stretched out, hugged me tightly, and kicked his knees at the same moment, wanting to attack the vital point of human male genitals, it seems that he is really obscene, looking at his style should also be noble, I don't know how his parents will feel when they see him do this.

My left leg exerted force, knocking his entire leg to the side.

"Defeated dog," I said, my head tilted back slightly, and then slammed it on his forehead. This blow directly hit his real forehead with blood, his head was dizzy, he couldn't control his body at all, and the hands that were holding me were released.

His body began to fall backwards, I grabbed his waist with my right hand, threw it upward, his body flew upward, and when it fell in front of me, I kicked out horizontally, directly on his knees, and the sound of bones shattering passed through the bones into my soul sea, it was really crisp!

It seems that this is how he treated Brolls not so long ago! Your howl of pain is nothing more than that.

The difference was that he kicked Brolls straight out of the way, and I, who left him on the stage. As soon as I kicked out, I had already grabbed his arm, and the tremendous force not only broke both of his knees, but also dislocated the arm I was pulling him on.

With a slight twist of his right hand, his wrist bone shattered, and his body, which was still upright, suddenly collapsed on my lap.

I let go of my hand, and he collapsed to the ground like a paralyzed mud, and the only proof that he was alive was the wail that emanated from his mouth.

The blood flowing from his knees quickly stained his pants red, I squatted down, looked at his face covered with cold sweat, and said softly: "Kneel down and admit defeat, I allow you to step down." When he heard this, he trembled and looked up at me, his eyes full of resentment, and it seemed that his fighting spirit was still good.

I stood up and lifted my foot, stomping heavily on one of his ankles, and the sound of shattering was followed by Jagson's howl of pain, and although my knee was shattered, the nerve in my leg was not broken.

"Have you figured it out?" I looked down at him and said.

"I refuse." His teeth chattered because of the pain. I appreciate that courage. As a reward, I stepped on his other ankle.

"Same issue." I said.

"I'm refusing," he said, word by word.

I shifted my position, stood at his side, and stepped on one of the fingers on top of his broken wrist. Then I looked down at him, he didn't have time to care about me at this time, the pain made him tremble, and I could clearly feel his body covered in sweat.

Before I could say anything, a voice suddenly came from behind me. "Stop."