"Boom!"

The shattered half-column exploded through the body of the bone shield, and the coiled steel rolled up in the gravel and fell into the trap where the blade was hidden; Rolling in the venom compartment.

Before the dust could dissipate, a puff of inky metal smoke billowed up, and an extremely ugly skeleton ghost face enveloped the gladiatorial arena of the funeral dungeon like an engraving.

"Dark Veil!"

He Hao's mechanical guttural voice roared through the audience, and the mute roar sounded even more terrifying than the baron. The next moment, purple; Silver, color-changing thunder shot out from the depths of the dark veil, turning into claws and swooping towards the baron, the elite of a thousand kills; Fever Plasma!

The baron's vision was limited, and it was caught off guard by He Hao's fast attack, and it instinctively shifted its body, trying to dodge the attack, but it could not escape He Hao's precise pursuit. The fanatical plasma quickly shifted angles and grabbed the baron's burly body unmistakably.

The cuticle was burned with high energy and made an oily cooking sound, and it emitted a strange smell, like plastic wrapped in rotten flesh and charred into a ball.

After the baron could not avoid it, he no longer dodged in vain, and while enduring the severe pain, he stretched out his huge arm and grabbed He Hao directly in the dark. When it started to fall into the air, it took advantage of the situation and slashed sideways, its amazing arm span had a terrifying attack range, and it seemed to be easy to grab He Hao.

After the baron grabbed He Hao's shoulder, he retracted his arms with the momentum of thunder, instantly pulled out a 6-meter stroke, and then burst to his feet!

"Boom!"

The force of the baron's angry blow was as ferocious as it was to look at the floor of the Colosseum - 7 square meters of ground cone and sunken down to a depth of 1 meter. The stalagmites collapsed all the traps in more than 20 places around the area, and the smoke and dust from the explosion were as thick as gunpowder smoke after artillery bombardment.

After such a terrible attack, the baron's roar turned into a howl of pain—it quickly pulled its huge arm out of the digging ruins, only to see that the large palm at the tip was gone. All that was left was the neatly cut stump - He Hao was caught by it, but almost at the same moment he broke free again. The way to break free was to pull out the Guangling longsword and cut back and forth with a whirling slash, cutting off the baron's wrist.

So, the baron's wrathful blow was a pure empty punch!

"Eight-foot screen!" The baron endured the pain and brandished his giant long knife with his other big palm! The long knife slashed through the inky metal smoke like a half-moon, and shattered the skeleton ghost face engraved in the gladiatorial arena!

The black dust dispersed slightly, and the people hiding in the bone shield really peeked at the long knife in the baron's hand.

"Ahh After the umbilical cord brother screamed in shock, his face was bloodless with fright. Trembling hands, he thought stupidly: "Miao...... Miao knife! The 'Hongmen Seedling' of the plague city! ”

Japanese long knives are a well-known class of famous knives in the world. And few people know that in fact, in the hands of ethnic minorities in China, there is a kind of long knife that is several times stronger than the Japanese knife - Miao knife!

After the end of the world, because of the existence of alien humans, they can be forged by hand through extraordinary strength; tougher; A sharper knife knife. This kind of Miao knife has a name that is louder than the broken spear: Hongmen Da Miao!

Hongmen Damiao, the total length of the blade is 4.2m, of which 2m is a single-edged fast steel blade. The remaining 2.2m is made of steel. The handle of the knife is larger than the blade, and it is hard to imagine how much force it can eat! Swing multiple slashes!

As soon as the big seedlings of Hongmen appeared, the baron's desire to fight was surging! In the rare opportunity behind the dark curtain, he captured the figure of He Hao. It stepped forward, approaching closely, and at the same time, it whirled around the big seedlings of Hongmen.

"Huh-" There was a piercing sound as the blade swept through the air. This is not a trivial blow, rushing to He Hao's waist! The Baron's offensive was terrifying, and the terrible thing was that the blade was not going to the point, but the damage caused by the blade could be fatal. There is no skill to speak of, but it can block the way of retreat, so that the opponent cannot escape!

He Hao realized that the threat of this attack was extremely high, so he stretched out his iron palm to take it. With a simple blow, the blade was deflected, and the entire mechanical arm was across the waist, enough to protect the body, and then it was forced down!

"Boring!" With the deafening sound of metallic slamming, He Hao's body flew off the ground, and then swirled into the air along the wave of Hongmen Miao. It turned out that the moment he struck the blow, he grabbed the blade of the sword, and then leaped with his strength, and placed himself on top of the baron's head, which was still a subtle force block.

"Really...... ! The baron's head was bruised, his eyes were furious, and his mouth was choked. Its proud 'eight-foot screen' is a terrifying trick in the funeral dungeon. But at this moment, for He Hao, it seems to have become a small skill of carving insects that cannot be put on the table......

The baron's attack failed, and he missed his only chance to kill He Hao. On the contrary, He Hao began to control the rhythm of the battle - taking advantage of this rare high position, He Hao quickly pulled out the 25T with his left hand, and then fired several shots at the baron's head at a close distance.

"Wow! Ripple ...... Sincere! ”

The explosion of gunfire was shocking in the dimly lit dueling arena, especially the splattered brushed blood, which made people feel chills from deep down their spines.

After all, the difference between the baron and He Hao is fundamentally different in terms of level - the former is only able to seize the opportunity and counterattack the opponent, while the latter is able to seize the opportunity and kill the opponent. The tricks between masters are just such a momentary thing......

The baron didn't even have a chance to be reluctant, and fell to the ground like a toppled statue. The back of the hand clutching the big seedling of Hongmen slammed into the ground, making a dull sound like a drum—like a mourning bell......

He Hao, who jumped back to the ground smoothly, looked around, keeping his perspective survey looking for the lucky star. It wasn't long before he and the boy met eye contact in the dark. The moment their eyes met, Lucky Star was stunned for a moment, because from the high-speed rotating mechanical bloody eyes, he felt a feeling that he had never felt before—the feeling of being dominated by fear. Calling, fear turned into outstretched palms, inviting him to call......

Lucky Star glanced at the baron's corpse, then looked at He Hao. He knew he couldn't hide his situation; There is no escape; Can't beat it. Then the ghost sent the god to He Hao. His behavior may seem bizarre, but it is not bizarre. It's all because He Hao made the wrist: the lag mask of the - impression hints!

"Get in the car and get out of here with me." He Hao urged the gravity field, and while righting the overturned bone shield with Xiaobei and the others, he signaled to Lucky Star and said.

When the latter heard the word 'leave', his expression changed abruptly. The eyes flashed with a look of bewildered longing. Then he returned to his original state and asked, "Why?" "There was something peculiar about his accent, which he hadn't spoken for a long time. Maybe in a few years, he will forget how to pronounce it.

He Hao looked up at the audience and found that a large number of spectators had gathered on it. After experiencing an indescribable feeling, he said, "I need you, your abilities; Hate; Hostile and bitter. ”

Lucky Star's gaze was even more confused, and he didn't understand what He Hao in front of him was going to do. But he knew that it was far better to leave with He Hao than to continue to stay in the funeral dungeon. Then he brewed the words for a while and said, "Okay, all this is for you ......."

"Then hurry up and shake off your legs! There are more and more xenomorphs on it. The cruel warlord doesn't know when it will come! We'd better get ahead of the curve! The umbilical cord brother, who didn't help much, continued chattering: "Please! Don't stand still! As long as you leave here, no one cares about your love and love! ”

"Let's go, Lucky Star." Half of He Hao's body had already boarded the bone shield, and he looked back and said.

"I have a name. I'd rather you call me that. Lucky Star said as he ripped off the bracelet before stepping over the plasma on the ground and walking towards the bone shield.

"What do you call that?" He Hao turned around completely and asked.

"Puyu".

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