If you want to ask which one has the most ability, only I am General Xiong!

The horizontal knife is immediately in front, my face does not change, your flame, after all, is your flame, and it can't hurt me.

The flames dissipated, and Marco looked at the bear in surprise, with a confused expression, not understanding what was happening, why his attacks were all gone.

The bear pushed his hands forward, and Marco screamed, and his body flew out, hitting many trees, breaking off one by one, and falling.

"Bang bang."

The tumbling appearance is so cute, and his yellow hair is also messed up.

The pineapple head, which is a little immature, begins to be biased towards deformity.

"Ugh."

"Poof."

At first glance, Duke Inulan and the cat pit viper boss couldn't hold back their faces and laughed, it was so funny, they didn't want to laugh, really.

Covering their mouths, they tried to hold on, but they failed, bowed their heads, and laughed.

His stomach was about to twitch with laughter, and after a long, long time, they stood up straight, looked at the pineapple head in front of him, and rearranged his hairstyle, his face turned yellow.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle should not be messed up.

"Old dog, you're right, although Marco is strong, he is a little younger than the bear."

I don't understand, but I want to attack violently, and as a result, I am deflated.

The first time they saw the bear's ability, both of them were taken aback, it was simply a sharp weapon, the sword was invulnerable, and any attack in front of those hands seemed weak.

They were deflated, and when they saw Marco deflated, they were in a good mood.

In my heart, I balanced.

"Dead cat, if you call me an old dog again, I'll turn against you."

"Old dog, don't be angry, let's keep watching." The cat pit viper boss has an old dog, and he can't change it.

Duke Inulan's face darkened, and he stared at him.

"Old dog, look, they're fighting again, it's crazy, don't they hurt?"

"Old dog, wow, Marco also hid this trick, not bad."

"Old dog, why don't you speak?"

"Old dog......."

"Old dog......."

Duke Inuran: "......." "If he could have killed someone, he would have gone over with a sword and killed this bastard.

Old dog, although Lao Tzu is a dog, don't you feel ruthless when you call it like that?

Marco stood on the yellow dirt and looked at the bear.

Holding hands, consistent movements, standing on the ground, huge body, with huge oppressive force.

Getting up, Marco clapped his palms, and the wounds on his body, he ignored them.

"I have long heard that the strength of the Bartholomi bear is the best in the modern era, but now that I see it, the rumors are indeed true."

Contemporary outstanding?

The bear's eyes widened, when did I say this, and you said that with bad intentions.

"I don't dare to say it, it's still okay to hang you, Marko, don't be sad, in another ten years, you can catch up with me."

This sentence is not ruthless.

Ten years before you can catch up with me now.

Marko's eyes narrowed, and blue flames erupted from his body, repairing little by little.

Wounds, wounds bubbling with blood, touching flames, began to heal, scarred.

The bear's wounds are also recovering, and they are very fast, a little worse than Marko.

Marko, the immortal bird, is really not simple.

The crown of contemporary repair, in front of him, seems to be useless.

"Hehe, you really like to joke, Bartholomi Bear, what about people, you can't talk too much, you can't come back, but it's just a joke."

Hanging Lao Tzu, except for those few terrifying people, who dares to say this.

It's not that he, Marco, is proud, it's a fact.

"I'm waiting for you to beat me, Bartholomi."

"Don't wait, I can now."

Teleport and disappear before your eyes.

appeared, behind his back.

Marco was surrounded by flames, covering the bear's figure and burning it all at once.

He sprang into the air instead, his hands condensed into claws, and grabbed into some empty space, and before the claws arrived, a figure appeared in front of him.

The bear appeared steadily on it, with a layer of pitch-black domineering on its chest, and its claws fell and thumped.

"Bang."

The chest was concussive, blood was rolling, and a stream of heat began to rise.

The bear pressed down, raised his right hand, and quickly fell.

"Boom."

The flames exploded, and in an instant, blue flames enveloped the bear, forming a ball.

Wrapping up Marco and trying to devour the bear's body, the bear saw that something was wrong and quickly retreated.

A shave, ten meters away, the remaining flames in the chest, still burning.

"Count you as fast as you run."

Marco landed, strange shoes, like high-heeled sandals, and like flip-flops, anyway, they just don't look good.

A distinct sign on the chest, eye-catching, and underneath the logo, is a dagger.

I hadn't seen him pull it out, it seemed like it was just a decoration, hanging there.

"Immortal birds, blue flames, trouble."

It's very troublesome, if you want to bounce away, it's okay to have a little bit, a lump, it wraps him in an instant, you can't bounce it all off, you have to leave.

The bear's body is not the palm of the hand, it can bounce anything away, and if the body bears it, it will be injured.

"Again."

The fight will not stop because of this.

Marco hadn't dug out the bear's full strength yet, and what had not been revealed so far was not enough for the cat and dog to say so, and he took a step forward, his body swinging, his hands in his pants.

The writhing body is very arrogant.

"Yes."

Battles, like raging storms, come in an instant.

The bear teleported and came to him, this time, not behind it, and crushed it head-on.

The palm fell, and Marco's foot lifted up against the bear's palm, and the other foot volleyed into the air, spinning and kicking the bear in the chest.

"Bang."

Taking a step back, Xiong's left hand was raised, and his slow movements had been withdrawn.

"Bang."

Marco stepped back, his face flushed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed the ground.

The two of them ate each other's blows at the same time, and they didn't get any benefit from each other, and the bear pressed his chest, palms against it, and flicked it gently.

A cloud of red energy emerged from behind him, forming a huge palm, and under the bear's thoughts, it turned into a small ball of energy, like a pressure cannon.

The red pressure cannon, this pressure cannon, the explosive power is not inferior to the pressure cannon, in a way, it is stronger.

"Hee-hee."

With a smile, Marco's heart moved, and he quickly left, backhanding a cloud of energy surging at the position just now.

The bear just appeared, landed on the ground, and then disappeared.

reacted quickly, every minute and every second, all in their calculations.

You can't make mistakes, make a mistake, make a mistake, take a wrong step.

The strong have their own thinking about every step, and they will not settle down and attack casually.

Analysis, calculation, step by step in the mind, the bear's attack, did not fall on Marco's body, every time, he was like a cat, predicting the danger in advance and leaving quickly.

The energy in the palm of the hand began to become riotous.

"This time, it's up to you how you recover."

In an instant, he moved.

Marco also moved.

The palm, pressed on his chest, while his own body, was covered with a layer of blue flames.

(End of chapter)