"I'm sorry, it's a bit congested on the road."

Qiu Mujian's voice came, and she stretched out a hand from the void, like a puddle of rippling water between Prince Niptir and Amin, and a woman in the water slowly walked out.

It's still a common jacket on the street, with casually draped curly hair, very rough skin, and it doesn't look like there is any sparkle, but it just has a charm that makes people want to take a few more looks. She said casually, as if she was apologizing, of course, what the hell is the road blockage, whether it is too late or not, no one will care at all. Anyway, it's good that she's here, even if she's just an ordinary woman, even if her slender body is ridiculous compared to the giant opposite, but Armin seems to have finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Prince Ni's hand was still outstretched, and the finger was still in his palm......

"Are you...... Guardian? He asked expressionlessly, but eventually withdrew his hand.

"I don't know why the original person gave himself such a name, I don't like it anyway, but it doesn't matter......"

Before the words fell, a punch!

Prince Nichitir was very serious about his punches, and in fact he had punches before him too, but those seriousness was reflected in the allocation of his strength to avoid unintended results...... Yes, when the strength reaches a certain level, there will really be a lot of joint reactions that you don't want to see, such as a punch, after the air flow is broken, the speed is too fast, there will be violent friction, and there will be a vacuum of one to two seconds, sometimes it will even let a lot of messy things crash into yourself, the force under your feet will make the ground collapse, if the material of the cement is uneven, you will even push yourself backwards, after all, you can't fly, so some successive position movements will follow, And for the target will be all kinds of situations, the most common is that it becomes very difficult to "collect" it afterwards, in short, Prince Nipantir is rarely so serious, and he goes all out to "hit" a person.

For him, it doesn't matter what tricks and what posture he has, it's not that he won't, but in the face of absolute strength and speed, those "turning fists into palms, tiger steps, shooting like cotton, and staining his body like iron" are particularly ridiculous, as long as he has enough strength, it is enough to "fight" out.

There was no sound, no one saw any change in movement, and Prince Nichitir suddenly turned into a slight bow, as if he had switched slides, and his huge fist had already slammed into the finger that had not yet had time to retract. It's a scene that transcends the visual dwelling, and in an instant, no one can reflect what happened.

And then......

A gust of wind, swept by, hit, but more accurately, the compressed air flow like a solid wall formed a solid wall, slamming everything out, the steel all over the ground, the wreckage of the plane, the swept wind into the drum washing machine, rolled upside down, the air was evacuated, the flames were extinguished, only then did the person who was still conscious feel a terrifying pressure rushing into his ears, as if to break the eardrum, everything became silent, only the dark churning, The loud noises that had been ignored by the ears echoed wildly between the special walls around them, like imprisoned beasts, finally finding the gap in the zenith where the lava had just solidified, and rushing out ferociously, erupting against the scorching lava above, and soaring into the sky.

This punch was enough to destroy everything in its reach, but no one was hurt, and the wave of air finally fell, and the steel wreckage also clanged and fell. On the ground, Prince Ni Na Tir and Qiu Mu Hibiscus still maintained their original appearance, the suit on the giant's body had turned into a strange appearance with a metallic luster, and some protruding ripples slowly returned to their original state, and the woman seemed to have changed nothing, not even the slightest messy hair, as if she was an existence outside this world.

The prince withdrew his fist again, and a streak of blood flowed from the gap between his middle and ring fingers, and he looked at the wound between his fingers with some confusion, watching it heal quickly, and only a little scarlet remained...... It was perhaps the most complicated expression he had ever had in years.

"It's rude." Qiu Mujian seemed to muttered a little unhappily, and then, taking a step, pressing his palm on the giant's chest, pushed forward as if everyone could imagine a "woman fighting......

This was a very casual action, but the giant on the opposite side was suddenly blown out, like a baseball that had been hit with all its might, and smashed into the wall at the end with a "boom", which shook the entire base. This time is even more pseudo-harmonious than the scene where the opponent punched just now, because no matter what she pushed, that action should not have such a big effect at all, but everything really happened, just like the other party was pushed out in advance by an infinitely powerful existence, and then cut Qiu Mujian's movements into the picture.

At this time, in the ruins on the other side, the postman finally came to his senses, and due to the presence of the nurse, he could not see any scars on his body.

"Let's go!" Qiu Mujin didn't even reply, so he said directly: "Gate 22!" ”

The postman was stunned for a moment: "Gate 22? What's over there, Amin? ”

This was the first question he could think of, and at the same time, he asked again: "As long as Ah Ming goes out, he will definitely be locked in an instant, is this okay?" ”

Qiu Mujin naturally understood what the other party meant: "Take Ah Ming!" It's safe over there! ”

She said lightly, staring at the huge body at the end of the sight, and at this moment, he also stood up. His face was still expressionless, but everyone could feel that he was clenched tightly by the air around him, and his breathing was a little unsmooth.

"Let's go!" Qiu Mujin shouted again, his expression seemed a little nervous. The postman could clearly see that there were a few faint cracks on her bare skin, like fragile porcelain, slowly spreading......

"Why are you .....?" the postman seemed to realize something, and his breath trembled.

"Let's go!" Qiu Mujin roared angrily, his hands clenched, and he was in the sight of Prince Nichitir, blocking a small space behind him.

The postman slammed the ground, cursed in his mouth, didn't look at Qiu Mujian again, turned around and lifted a piece of wreckage, grabbed the unconscious Ah Ming inside, and stretched out his other hand to grab the nurse who had recovered, and teleported, and came to a door marked with the number "22". Without saying a word, I buckled the key on the side and inserted it!