"You can choose not to say it, this is your right, I hope you can know that now you, if you want to die, you have to go with my consent."

As he spoke, Xiong opened the Bible in his hand and said kindly: "God will not stand by your side, you can't ask anyone else, only I can save you here, can you say it now?" ”

Opportunity, I gave you.

Time, also to you, are you going to die, or are you going to live?

The dragon lowered his head, stared at the yellow clay, moved his hands, grabbed the ground, and gritted his teeth in thought.

Xiong's words are very reasonable, he can't refute it, but he can't just surrender, bow his head, it has never been the choice of the centaur clan.

Either die, or stand and live, centaurs, will not surrender.

"The centaur clan will not bow their heads."

"It's very interesting, Centaur race, it seems that you races are the same, you don't know life and death, the fear of death is not as terrifying as you think, but it is by no means beautiful."

Xiong squatted down, raised his head, and sneered, "Are you sure you want to continue like this?" I don't have the patience to waste with you, I know what you think, waiting for reinforcements, don't I? ”

"Don't think about it, they won't come, it's all around my territory, they dare to step in, how long do you think it will take me to kill them?"

The smile became bright, and there was a coldness in the splendor.

The murderous aura swirled around them, cold, extremely cold, and Dalong felt the coldness, shivered, and his lips trembled.

His eyes changed, he would really kill someone, in case the brothers came, wouldn't he?

He was reluctant to surrender.

"Centaurs, they won't surrender!"

Unwavering and confident.

Death, and not fear.

Surrender is more terrible than death.

Xiong let go of his hand, got up, and bowed his head with contempt: "It seems that you gave up the last chance to survive, so don't blame me for being unkind." ”

"Goodbye."

With the palms facing down, you don't look at it, you bomb it directly.

A hole blasted out of the ground, dust filled the sky, and the centaur dragon was nowhere to be seen, and the bear raised his head and his gaze fell on the trembling centaur in front of him.

Escaped, yes, good reaction.

But what about this palm?

Raise your hand, aim at his skull, squirm your lips slightly, and the pressure cannon flies out.

Bang!!

The body of the centaur dragon slid ten meters out, hitting the trees, opening its mouth and spitting out bitter water.

His face was hideous, his hands were gripping his weapon, his limbs were gripping the ground fiercely, and he finally stopped.

"Gross."

Bitter water after mouthful, almost unconscious, he wiped the corners of his mouth, stared at the bear, his eyes became deep.

Fear, fear, danger came, his blood boiled faster, reddened, and his skin became red.

As if water vapor was rising, the limbs became thicker, and the muscles on the arms came out in a hurry.

His eyes were red, his teeth were sharp, the weapon in his hand was pointed at the bear, and he shouted angrily: "Kill." ”

The aura of killing lingered, and immediately after, his attack came to his eyes, and it was extremely fast.

"Kill!"

The weapon is divided into three branches, with different lengths, one long and two short.

Left, right, middle, above, below.

Without exception, empty, the bear held the Bible, jokingly and mocking.

His legs didn't move, but his body was tilting, moving left, right, and the fork came in front of him, and he could dodge it, and he didn't even need to watch.

After more than a dozen moves in a row, Xiong didn't hurt at all, but it was more relaxed.

"Is that all?"

The speed is faster, and the attack has increased, but it still can't attack him.

"Is that all your anger is?"

The hand was raised, aimed at an opportunity, and he pressed his chest, his lips open: "Poof." ”

The sound of an explosion erupted from the palm of the hand.

Blood, sprinkled all over the ground.

The bear shook his palm, and a few drops of blood dripped from it.

"Anger can make people stronger, you centaurs are good, is this the legendary mineralization?"

Some races have special skills, such as mineralization, once they see blood, or if they are stimulated, they go crazy and increase their strength.

One of the Fish-Men is like this, and so is the Centaurs.

"Ahh

The dragon cannot forgive, you can mock me, you can look down on me.

But you can't look down on us.

"Centaurs, bound to charge."

Turning, clutching the weapon, his face resolute.

"Array."

"Get on the weapon."

"The battle song begins."

"Charge!!"

Under the strange singing, the men and horses launched a charge, and the momentum was magnificent.

A person charged, as if he saw countless people behind him, and launched a charge.

Although I have died nine times, I will never regret it.

"Bang."

A slap and fly out.

His limbs rolled, and the dust on the ground covered his body, and he was in a mess.

The bear is still watching him, will he continue to charge?

The dragon stood up again, on all fours, his body trembling, unable to hinder his progress.

Gritting his teeth, blood stained his teeth and lips red.

Straighten your posture, hold your weapon, and chant a war song in your mouth.

"Centaurs, never surrender."

"Centaurs, only charge."

"Centaurs, swear to protect to the death."

The weapon was pointed at the bear, and his eyes were cold.

"Charge."

"Bang."

Still slapped, his right hand slapped him over, slamming him in the face, denting a large piece and shattering a few bones.

His deformed face, blood flowed wildly, and he fell to the ground, trembling.

The body suffers great damage, however, he will not give up.

Stand up, bracing up the ground, holding the weapon in both hands, ignoring the blood dripping onto it.

The bear is interested, this centaur is worthy of respect, and in this case, he can continue to charge.

He can run away, he can leave, he can surrender.

However, he didn't.

Choose to charge, choose to fight, choose to fight.

Death is not terrible.

"Centaurs, you moved me."

Moved his heart, centaurs, giants, these kinds are not without merit.

Compared to the dark part of the humans, they are much cuter.

But Xiong didn't mean to let him go, since he chose to do it, killing him was the respect he was given.

"Warrior, it is glorious to die on the battlefield."

Faith, this is the power of faith.

The faint sunlight shone on his body, and on his face, the red of blood and the golden yellow of light mixed together.

The colors are distinct, but not obtrusive.

"Array."

"The battle song begins."

"Charge."

The weapon was raised, pointing at the bear.

The enemy is in front, we rush, kill!

"Kill!"

Another charge, he was not afraid of death.

He came to the bear, the same move, the same method.

Pierced out, the target is the enemy's head.

"Bang."

A slap was faster than him, and in the blink of an eye, it came to his head, and a slap pressed against his head, and his head went blank.

Without a single scream, he flew out.

Hitting the mountain peak, the huge force shook the mountain peak and shook it.

"Boom!"