Mo Neng looked at the black man's unflustered pace and steady defense, and Mo Neng couldn't help but say to the old witch and the old mule: "That black man is going to win." The "mouth" next to him glanced at Mo Neng.

As soon as Mo Neng's words fell, the upper limbs of the evil beasts on the field suddenly stabbed forward, and the speed was very fast, stabbing the black man's arm, and as the blood flowed down, the audience let out a whole exclamation.

The beast smelled like it smelled a wonderful smell, and the smell of blood made the beast even more manic, and its head and mouth tore at the black man without hesitation.

The prey has been wounded, and the beast instinctively wants to settle the battle and taste the blood.

At this time, the action of the evil beast in front of him made the four forelimbs not retract.

And now, the head of the beast sticks out again, and this bloody temptation makes the door of the beast wide.

The black man saw this hard-won opportunity, because this evil beast, the neck is the only weakness, and he has never had a chance to get close, and the evil beast's forelimbs are long, and the attack is dense and fierce.

This made it impossible for the black man to return the color, but only to lure with his body, and to change the opportunity with the lure, so that the evil beast automatically sent his weakness to his own attack.

At this time, the black man's eyes were exposed, the shield in his right hand resisted the sharp teeth of the evil beast that came out in front of him, and the "oolong unsheathed" spear in his left hand without hesitation was as fast as the wind, and it stabbed the neck of the evil beast.

A canopy of purple blood from a vicious beast burst out and sprayed all over the black man's body.

The black man dodged the forward charge of the evil beast, and watched the evil beast staggering to the ground, and the evil beast's whole body twitched, and it was only a moment from life to death.

Thinking that the evil beast won, it was the evil beast that fell to the ground, and the audience suddenly went from the initial shock, to the silence, and then to the enthusiastic cheers of the audience.

After a while, the audience chanted in unison: "Uliz, Uliz, Uliz......" like an overwhelming tsunami.

Uliz held his spear in his left hand aloft, receiving the cheers and greetings of the audience.

Whether the audience loses or wins, this minute gave glory to Uliz, and the glory belongs to Uliz.

"Fate and the Apostles" Chapter 144 Uliz is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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