Of course Shu Biqiao wouldn't believe it, she was also a cultivator, and her realm was much higher than Tang Brick's, so she naturally knew what the pill was for.

Stuffed something directly into Tang Brick's mouth, and then took out another one and put it in his mouth. The pill was down, and the aura began to gather and recover.

With Reiki, with the practitioner's physique, the wound will automatically heal and heal.

It was only at this moment that Shu Biqiao pushed Tang Brick away, and then stood up.

Tang Brick was pushed by her and fell to the ground, startling the two hygienists, who hurriedly came over to check on his injuries.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't you just bleed a little, what are you nervous about." Tang Brick pushed the two away very indifferently and stood up happily.

A group of special forces looked at it with straight eyes and admiration on their faces.

The people who can stand here are all carefully selected top-notch people, and they can't enter the mountain special camp at all if they don't have the ability to do anything.

Injuries are commonplace, and even dying in battle is not uncommon.

They were accustomed to bloodshed, but they had never seen such a wound and so energetic. Looking at that appearance, it seemed that the injuries on his body had no effect on him at all.

A man of iron bones!

Cow B!

The commander of the special battalion walked over, looked at Tang Brick, and said with emotion: "No wonder one person dares to run with so many killers of hard steel, and it is indeed a strongman with several brushes!" ”

Tang Brick's eyes glared: "Why are you scolding!" ”

The commander of the mountain special battalion was stunned: "When did I curse?" ”

"Don't say a few words, civilized you, me and him!" Tang Brick said.

Command: "??? ”

What kind of dialect is this? Or do you really want to find fault!

At the same time, Paltrow and his men had retreated to a position more than a hundred miles from the farm.

When he turned back, he could no longer see the figure of the Chinese soldiers, and he thought that the other party had retreated.

Fars wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his white beard, which had been neatly trimmed, was now stained with blood. In addition, most of the bones were shattered by the jade tooth pig spirit body before, and now they walk crookedly, looking twisted.

He scolded fiercely, then walked over to Paltroti and said, "Why don't you fight back?" They may only be those people, not our ...... at all"

Before he could finish speaking, Paltrow raised his hand and slapped him out.

Fars fell to the ground like a rag doll, and his neck was almost broken by the slap.

Looking at Fars, who fell to the ground and couldn't get up, Paltrow's expression was gloomy: "I can't even kill a black rakshasa who has exhausted his strength, it seems that I overestimate you too much!" ”

Fars was terrified, and although he felt aggrieved, he couldn't explain it. After all, it is a fact that he was humiliated by the Black Rakshasa several times before.

He immediately knelt on the ground and bowed down to Paltrow: "I'm sorry, it's me who can't ......"

The killing intent in Paltrow's eyes flashed, if it weren't for the fact that he had just subdued Fars, and he still needed to spare his life to stabilize people's hearts, he would have directly taken his life just now!

In the plan, Fars killed the Black Rakshasa not only to increase his own prestige, but also to unite people's hearts.

It's good now, the Black Rakshasa didn't die, but he and the others were scared away by the Chinese soldiers, which was too demoralizing.

Paltrow had to consider whether to find an opportunity to make a big deal for Huaguo in order to save face for his losses.

Of course, now is not a good time to counterattack, and I know with my toes that a large number of elite troops must be deployed on the border line of China to prevent the border line from being attacked a few days ago.

For a large country, this is undoubtedly a matter of disgrace.

Therefore, Paltroti only had this plan in his head and did not intend to implement it immediately.

At this moment, a subordinate in front of him suddenly shouted: "What person! ”

Paltrow looked up and saw a bare-headed, shirtless, tattooed man walking towards him.

The big man was tall and strong, looking like an iron tower, and walking gave people the illusion that the mountain was pressing.

There was such a terrible oppressive force just walking, Paltrow frowned, and asked, "Chinese people?" ”

Although the dress of the bald man does not match the traditional Chinese, it is still similar in appearance.

Hearing Paltrow's question, the bald man's footsteps paused slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a few seconds, he nodded slightly and said, "Sort of." ”

"You're here for trouble?" Paltrow asked again, and his men raised their guns and pointed them at the bald man. There are also those who are good at hand-to-hand combat, and they raise a variety of weapons, ready to attack at any time.

However, the bald man didn't seem to see those guns, nor did he see the malicious eyes of the many killers, he walked straight towards Paltrow, and as he walked, he said: "It's not looking for trouble, I just want to tell you that you want to kill Tang Brick, you shouldn't be." ”

"Tang brick?" Paltrow thought quickly about the memories in his mind, and did not remember who Tang Brick was.

Despite this, he still understood what the other party meant, and he provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.

But...... Is there anything in this world that Paltrow can't provoke?

Even the Black Rakshasa has become his subordinate defeat, and Paltrow's personal self-confidence has reached its peak.

He coldly raised the golden long sword in his hand and said, "I also want to tell you that you should not come here either. ”

The bald man's gaze glanced at the golden long sword in Paltrow's hand, and suddenly he sighed lightly, "This sword is a bit interesting." ”

There was still a gap of more than ten meters between the two, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed towards the golden long sword. Paltrow sneered before he could say anything, and suddenly felt a lightness in his hand. subconsciously looked, but was horrified to see that the bald man had come to him. And the golden long sword in his hand was also taken away by the other party.

"The sword is not bad, it has a peculiar aura, and it seems that there is some kind of spirit in it." The bald man stretched out his index finger and flicked it on the sword. The golden sword suddenly buzzed and trembled, as if it could not withstand his strength.

Paltrow was even more shocked to see that this sword was the legendary sword of the king given to Arthur by the king of elves, and it was extremely powerful. He had used various technological means to analyze the structure and material of the King's Sword, but he couldn't analyze it.

Everything about this sword is completely different from the existing knowledge system, and even the material cannot be found on Earth.

The only thing I know is that it is very strong, and even if it is blown up with a missile, it may not be able to make any movement.

However, the strange bald man in front of him only flicked his hand casually, and the sword of the king shook like this?

"Who are you!" Paltrow asked warily.

"My name is Bo Shun." The bald man looked up at him, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped him.

This slap was like a monstrous wave, and in front of him, Paltrow was like a light boat, easily blown away.

The white light in his body burst out involuntarily, resisting the amazing force for him, and he fell to the ground in Paltrow, directly smashing the ground into a large crater more than a meter deep. Several soldiers next to him were touched by the aftermath of the force, and before they could even scream, their bodies exploded and died.

Paltrow "poofed", spat out blood, and his face was pale and full of fear.

It's so powerful that you can beat yourself into a serious injury with one slap, what kind of person is he!

Huaguo, there is such a strong existence?

"Huh......" Bo Xun whispered again, waving his hand casually, and the hundreds of killers around him who were shooting at him were immediately swept away like leaves.

He took a step and stepped to Paltrow's side, carrying the Western legend out of the pit.

Compared to the tower-like Bo Xun, Paltrow is like a caught white rabbit, looking pitiful.

What frightened him even more was that Bo Xun's eyes seemed to carry some kind of terrifying power. That power penetrated directly into his flesh and blood, his skin and bones, and even his soul.

There are no secrets in front of him.

Staring at Paltrow for more than ten seconds, Bo Xun's face showed a sudden expression, and he casually dropped Paltrow, he laughed: "Your strength is a bit interesting, if you kill it like this, it's a pity." If you are given enough time to grow, maybe I can find more fun in this world. But I let you go like this, and I'm a little sorry for my incarnation from afar......"

After a moment's thought, Bo Shun made a decision, he smiled, stretched out his hand, and drew a circle in front of Paltrow.

The circle expanded instantly, and Bo Shun casually threw him into the circle, along with the golden sword. Paltroti disappeared in an instant, like foam exposed to the air.

"Governing others in the way of others is the ancient principle of Huaguo." Bo Xun laughed, then looked at the group of killers around him who were shooting wildly at him, or raising their weapons and rushing towards him, and waved his hand impatiently: "As for you, ants, it's better to die." ”

He slapped it with one slap and died, and with another slap, he died.

No one could resist the power of Bo Xun, including Fars, who died cleanly.

If Tang Brick was allowed to see this scene with his own eyes, he might have a new understanding of Bo Xun, and deeply doubt whether the sealing rune of the Immortal Mansion could really seal Bo Xun with his strength.

This ancient bigwig-level figure who has been sealed for thousands of years and has actually lived for an unknown number of years is by no means imaginable in this era.

Hundreds of kilometers away, in the armored vehicles of the border guards, the commander has already made contact with the mountain special battalion.

"What? The enemy has withdrawn? Why the don't you stop them! The commander scolded.

"Two hundred men to stop a thousand well-armed killers, what are you to us? Why don't I get a thousand people to beat you two hundred? "The Mountain Special Battalion and the Border Guard are not one unit, so the commander, although a little lower in rank, spoke very politely.