The two exchanged names, and then the guy slammed into it, and the terrifying power exploded and bombarded the old ghost's body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was not far away, and I felt that if this force had bombarded me, I would have flown out.

However, the old ghost did not. No matter how turbulent and terrifying the aura hit his body, it turned into a breeze.

My heart was shocked, could it be that after absorbing the blood of Grand Duke Tsmich, he had become so powerful?

Soon after, however. I realized that things weren't the way I thought they were.

It's not the old ghost that's powerful, it's his right palm.

To be exact, it should be the light with a slight reddish glow on his right palm, this light is like a Mitsubishi mirror that can produce refraction, and it actually decomposes Anthony's power, and part of the power is transmitted to his body, which is forcibly borne by the old ghost, and the other part of the power is guided elsewhere, as for the strongest one, it actually leads into the void and disappears without a trace.

No matter how strong the wind and waves are, they surged in front of the old ghost, and when he resisted them with his right palm, they would become light, as if the two were not fighting each other for life and death, but the two old men in the park were practicing Tai Chi.

In the beginning. Jianma Anthony also blindly attacked the brute, trying to use his own strength to open up the situation and gain the upper hand.

However, he soon discovered that this was not an easy task.

Even after a short time, he had to find out one thing in horror, that is, under the guidance of the old ghost, he had fallen into an endless struggle, and the rhythm of the whole fight was actually dominated by the old ghost. Remember the blood of winter.

Call!

A big slamming slammer exhaled, this is the power in the hands of the thirteen layers of the South China Sea.

After the power of Anthony's crazy shot was removed by the old ghost with a method similar to the legendary Dou Zhuan Xingxing, the old ghost finally returned the favor with a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye, and made a set of methods to overwhelm people with force, and returned the favor.

This was his first active attack, and he only made a move after grasping the opponent's many routines and habits.

He struck. Quite precisely slapped on the smooth back of Anthony Kenma.

Bang!

As soon as the palm fell, countless hot sweats shot out, and the rock-like hard muscles prevented most of the power from penetrating, and the surrounding muscles continued to transmit this power, resisting this attack with the overall strength.

However, the old ghost had already understood the thirteen-layer big scattered hands quite thoroughly, and his attack at this moment was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. How can there be no gain?

Poof!

Anthony fell to his knees abruptly, and the floor of that floor was centered on his knees in an instant, and in a cracked manner, spread out in all directions.

And at the moment when the other party knelt down, the old ghost did not hesitate to whip the leg.

The direction of the whip leg was from top to bottom, and it slashed down with a bang.

Anthony wanted to avoid it, but no matter how fast he was, he could outrun the old ghost who was a Bloodline and was known for his speed?

So he didn't dodge, he just turned his head away.

The old ghost's whip leg fell heavily on Anthony's left shoulder, and at that moment I heard a loud bang like a heavy object hitting the ground, and the whole room shook three times with a bang, and then I saw that there was a large hole in the floor.

Kenma Anthony. was actually kicked by the old ghost and split to the lower floor.

Such a terrifying power, even I couldn't help but boil my blood when I saw this scene, and at this time, the old ghost turned around, smiled at me, and then raised his right hand, and said excitedly: "It's really good, this thing actually has the effect of distorting space!" ”

I hurried to the door, and as I walked, I said, "Legend has it that the blood key has magical powers, and it is the key to hell, maybe this thing is real......"

The old ghost said coldly, "Who knows? I have also heard that those who have a blood spoon will never be at peace. ”

The two of them walked to the door, and as soon as they probed, there was a storm of gunshots, and the bullets flew past the doorway, and we couldn't get out, and two seconds later, a metal object was thrown from a distance.

As the thing rolled on the ground, the old ghost and I looked at each other and hurriedly hid behind the door.

Rumble!

There was an explosion, and I felt that the entire wall had collapsed in half, and the huge smell of explosives filled the space, and the white mist was steaming, but someone threw a grenade over.

This grenade is an offensive grenade, and it is full of fragments, and these scattered fragments cannot penetrate the walls, but they have the greatest lethality, and the door of the room has just been smashed to pieces by Anthony, so the fragments are like a violent storm, sweeping everything in the room.

And just as the grenade had just burst and the smoke had not yet cleared, a terrifying roar full of bestiality suddenly came from under our feet.

Whew......

This cry seemed to roar into the roots of people's ears, making people tremble, and before we could react, suddenly a huge black shadow of more than two meters and a half suddenly jumped up from the hole in the floor.

Werewolf!

This guy was covered in black hair, greasy and greasy, with fierce eyes, sharp teeth and black salivation, like a wolf walking upright.

This is a real werewolf, not a variant of Cappadocia.

It's not just a look, it's a feeling.

Seeing this thing rushing out, the old ghost couldn't help but sneer, saying that this trip to Europe was really worth the fare, what demons and monsters, all showed their heads!

He clenched his fists and rushed towards the guy, and I was about to step forward to help, but suddenly two black shadows appeared at the door, and they also rushed towards me, right next to me.

These two black shadows are not werewolves, but two ghouls with rotting skin and limbs on all fours.

My Marquis has done it all, and the ghoul at the bottom of the food chain is really not a difficult thing for me, and I am also kicking it right now, trying to kick the front one away.

However, I didn't expect that when the guy was in mid-air, he opened his mouth full of blood, and with a flick of his long tongue, he actually spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.

I tried to avoid it, but the blood was still stained on the hem of my pants.

I felt a burning sensation on my skin, and when I looked down, I saw black smoke coming out of the hem of my trousers, and I realized that the dirty blood it had just had just now was probably more corrosive than sulfuric acid.

No way!

A wave of anger rose in my heart when I was injured for no reason, thinking that the old ghost was killing all sides here, and I was calculated in a special light, which was simply too embarrassing.

Unforgivable.

Bang!

With an explosion, my Tan leg kicked the unconscious ghoul, and this thing suddenly exploded, turning into countless blood lumps of flesh and skin, and I had expected it, grabbed it casually, blocked most of the shoe cabinet next to it, and then forced my whole body to force out, Xuanwu King Kong condensed like a substance, avoiding this dirty method, and then smashed it casually, smashing this shoe cabinet on the head of another ghoul.

Bang!

There was another crackling sound, and the ghoul actually burst open.

I jumped to the edge of the bed, tore off the thick curtain, wiped the plasma slime off my body, and saw that the door was constantly crowded with ghouls who were unaware of the attack, layer upon layer, I don't know how many.

To be honest, I'd rather face a dozen vampires and bloods than meet these things that blow up at the slightest touch.

These things are like buns, they don't pose much of a threat, they just can disgust you.

But......

My heart suddenly moved, remembering that these ghouls, like the high-level blood clans, were seriously infected and could not see a ray of sunlight, so without any hesitation, I kept pulling down all the curtains in that room.

Light!

I was looking forward to the sunshine, but to my disappointment, the weather in London was maddening, gloomy, and there was no sunshine at all.

This city known as the fog capital, because of the pollution of the industrial revolution, once shrouded in smoke and dust all day long, haze covered the sky, at that time London was a paradise for blood clans, because the sun is not visible all year round, and now although after half a century of environmental governance, a little better, but still not so ideal.

Alas, if the world continues like this, the smog covers the sky, PM2.5 is popular, maybe the blood clan is popular, and humanity will also fall into the most embarrassing and passive situation.

Well, aside, when the curtains were opened, there was no sunlight, which made me feel embarrassed, and the ghouls also cheered and all swarmed into the room.

Walk!

I shouted at the old ghost who was fighting with Anthony, and then kicked open the glass window where only the shelves remained, and jumped from the third floor to the street below.

I fell from the third floor, without any hesitation, and hurried to the side of the second-hand Buick, and as soon as I started the car, the old ghost jumped in.

He glanced at Anthony who was running frantically from the rearview mirror, and said calmly, "Go!" ”

I thumped on the accelerator and the car jerked and popped out.

Anthony chased me to the corner of the street, and he didn't dare to chase me anymore, but hid to the side, and while I was behind the wheel, I asked, "They should be able to read the license plate, right?" ”

The old ghost nodded and said it should be fine.

I smiled and said that the fish had taken the bait, so let's continue our bait and find the next place to fight, right?

I started the car and drove towards a nearby hotel.

Since Anthony is Mr. K's subordinate, in this case, Mr. K should also be in London, or he will reach London soon, and if he has enough hatred for me, he shouldn't make us wait too long, that hotel should be the battlefield of the decisive battle, right?

I'm looking forward to it!

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