The arms, more, the head follows more.

Three heads and six arms, the legendary demon, are presented on the body of the Keli Frame.

"Thorn thorn."

The blade is sharp and interspersed, rubbing the air and making a piercing sound.

If he is stabbed by this sword, the consequences are not good, the bear dodges, and the domineering light is turned on, no matter how fast his blade is, it can't hurt him.

The trouble is three heads and six arms, dodging one sword, and the next sword, his sword, his head, three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends, very annoying.

Biscuit fruit, which can be made into more hands, heads.

"Haha, Bartholomi Bear, give me death."

The acrylic frame, which had the upper hand, was triumphant, and the resentment of being slapped away by him three times was vented at once.

He is the strongest, and he will not be defeated.

Die, bastard.

"Click."

"Pressure cannon."

A palm blasted out and hit the Keli frame, and the Keli frame sneered: "It's useless, my body ...... Well? ”

His face changed drastically, his mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You...... How can it be? ”

Hurt, he hurt.

This man's attack turned out to be ...... Passing through the body, destruction begins from within.

Knicker stared at the bear cautiously, not daring to eat the second palm.

"Do you think you'll be fine if you're hiding in your armor? Charlotte Rack. ”

The wise eyes had already seen everything, and the burly man outside was nothing more than his armor, and he was hiding inside.

The real acrylic rack is hidden.

"You ......." Keli Jia didn't expect him to see it, except for his brother and aunt, no one knew about it.

"Good, good."

"Bang."

A sudden punch shattered half of his head.

"Are you still cowering inside? Acrylic racks. ”

A man, coming out of his armor.

Skinny, weird, with an ifi on his head, receiving signals.

The lightning flashed, and he came out, carrying a knife.

"Smack."

The palms of the hands slapped, and biscuit powder appeared around him, gathering together.

Quickly condensed into one soldier, armored soldier, one is not enough, the second, the third.

"Up."

"Bang bang."

Powerful attack, armed and domineering, the biscuit soldiers shattered.

Kleeka sneered: "It's useless, my soldiers will recover indefinitely, no matter how many times you break it, they will recover." ”

"Smack."

With the regular lapping of the palms, the biscuits coalesce together and become hard soldiers.

Standing in the back, using the soldiers to protect himself, he sent some soldiers to attack.

With no hands at all, he can consume the Dead Bear.

"It's useless, your attacks are useless to them, even if you smash them, they can still recover."

"Smack."

The soldier stood up, intact.

The bear's attack was ineffective and had no effect.

"The cookie fruit is very strong, you know how to protect yourself, but what you don't know is that the more you protect yourself, the more it means that you are weak."

The weakness is himself.

There is another one, who is afraid of water, and for a while, the bear cannot find water.

Not everyone has such a beauty as Nami, holding the weather stick and rubbing the water out.

"Hey, huh?"

"Smack."

Palms flapped, soldiers appeared, surrounded the side, and the bear wanted to come closer, which was basically impossible.

"Pressure cannon."

"Slam the pressure cannon."

Crazy output, the pressure cannon rushed over one by one, exploding.

With a boom, the mushroom cloud rises, and taking advantage of the opportunity, the bear teleports.

"Armament color hardening."

"Found you."

"Boom."

One punch, power explodes.

The ground, with a vibrating sound, stomped and sagged.

The acrylic stand was in the center, and the fist smashed on his head, and the whole person was sunk into the dirt.

The soldiers around him reacted, and it was too late.

"Poof."

"Boom."

Another punch on his head.

Two fists, deformed facial features, and hideous faces.

"Volatility. Salt burritos. ”

Quickly slashing his sword, he couldn't let the bear continue to bombard himself.

The pain made his face hideous.

"I'm going to kill you, bastard."

"Smack."

"Smack."

With the slapping of palms, the cookie soldiers appeared, not one, not two, not three.

There are many, one by one.

"Volume. Pretzels. ”

With a desperate move, Keli Jia does not intend to continue to hide clumsy, and to deal with this person, he must go all out.

"Buzz."

The hand blocked his sword, and the sword of the cookie soldier followed.

"Pieces of iron."

"Armament color hardening."

The pitch-black body is covered with a thick layer of steel.

The blade touched the skin and could not move forward.

The bear stood proudly in place, smiling at him.

Raise his left hand and gently pinch the neck of the acrylic stand.

"Boom."

The ground shattered and cracked.

A good city, under this smash, destroyed one-fifth.

The power is huge, you can imagine.

The acrylic felt like the body was going to fall apart and had a nervous breakdown.

"Poof."

Abuse, being abused.

Cruel abuse, Keli Jia can't accept this result, how can he be so weak.

He is a Knicker, one of the three generals.

"No, I can't fall."

"Bartholomew, I'm not going to lose."

Failure, the consequences are serious.

He does not allow himself to fail.

"Volatility. Pretzels. ”

This move was the strongest sword he sent out after breaking free from the palm of the bear's hand.

This sword condenses all his unwillingness, all his anger.

Before he came, he was full of confidence.

His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas are just small people, and it is easy to kill them, but now, he has changed his mind.

The person in front of him is not a person of that level, but a person who can be comparable to his mother.

Carelessness, self-confidence, all of a sudden, gone.

"Die."

It's the same again, Xiong sneered and shook his head: "The result is still the same a few more times, Keli Rack, surrender." ”

A palm blasted out, and the pressure cannon condensed into the palm of his hand, and blasted out with his palm.

The power that erupted suddenly erupted on the Keli frame.

Blood, frantically spitting out.

One bite after another, without stopping.

He stood still, blood pouring from his body like an explosion.

With his head down, the blade was stuck in the ground, supporting his body.

"Vomit."

Blood-red streaks that permeate the pupils.

He lost, the bitter taste, nostalgic.

"Do you want to continue?"

The bear approached step by step, and the crane had no strength to resist.

He raised his head and looked at the bear calmly.

Hope, there is no more.

But he knew that this was his territory, and he wouldn't die here.

"You can't escape."

"They're coming, you can't escape."

He's just one of them, and there's something stronger.

They came, and it didn't take long for the bears to be stunned.

"Why should I run away? You better think about yourself, death is coming. ”

You can't talk too much, you have to kill people directly.

Taking a step forward, the bear's palm was about to touch him, and a figure flickered, disappearing in place along with the acrylic frame.