The soul wavelengths emitted by the Dark Armament seeped into Ottoria's body, dismantling the shackles of muscle self-protection and activating a mode of power amplification.

The power in Ottoria's body rose to a new level, but the pain was tangled like bone marrow.

"Can you bear it?"

"It's okay......" Ottoria gritted her teeth and twisted the hilt of the sword in her hand.

"Then, come on, I will assist you at any time......" At the moment when Chen Jingmo's words fell, a spreading crack appeared on the ground where Ottoria was, and the girl's slender body turned into a black shadow and rushed forward.

Quiet as the breeze, swift as lightning.

Instantly climbed the speed to a point that ordinary people could not reach, Ottolia felt the wind pressure coming to her face, but under the influence of some force, she slid to both sides, her body seemed to be moving forward in water, and she suffered strange feelings between her movements, although it was painful, but her current physical strength was ten times higher than before.

Compared with Bai Shuo's strength like a boulder, Ottoria was more like a wisp of ethereal smoke, quietly drifting in the air, silently approaching forward.

Galloped a long distance in an instant, and the two who were fighting for their lives finally came into view.

It's two people, more like a monster and a mage who is taming a monster.

A military commander who wields flames, and monsters that look like beasts made of steel.

The skin of his body exuded a black steel luster, and the burly monster who was two meters tall and six or seven meters tall kept letting out a vague roar like a beast, and kept waving his fist at Zhang Jiao.

A monster that is even more pure than Bai Shuo's muscle power, a monster that has reached a four-star level just by virtue of its purest muscle power, tears the air at the same time with every move, and constantly shatters the ground under his feet, turning it into flying smoke and dust.

A faint roar emanated from his mouth, like a giant speaker adjusted to its highest volume, sending ripples through the air, and even the flames were repelled by an invisible force.

But in an instant, endless flames re-emanated from Zhangjiao's staff, and with each swing, the flames condensed to the extreme attached to the weapon, and then slammed into Bento's body.

With just a simple swing, Zhang Jiao has the power to open mountains and break rocks in his hands, not to mention adding violent flames?

Each attack caused a manic flame to erupt, slamming into the bento's ** and burning his skin to charcoal, but it had no effect on the rampaging monster at all.

Only when the key point was facing an attack, he would stretch out his palm to resist, and more often, let the long staff swept in flames hit his body, and then the flames exploded like a bomb, burning black scars on his body.

It's like ashes smeared on black steel, as if a minor injury will disappear if you shake it.

Compared with the bento, Zhang Jiao is a lot more embarrassed, facing that kind of inhuman strange power, every attack can only use all his strength to dodge, in the face of the powerful and powerful at every turn, only need to be hit, will break bones and tendons, Zhang Jiao can only rely on his own agility and bento grappling.

If the state of martial soul awakening can be maintained for a longer time, Bento will definitely not be able to escape the fate of being burned into ashes by the flames, but Zhang Jiao feels that the power he has just comprehended has begun to fade.

After all, it was a brand new power that couldn't last, but he didn't have any idea of retreating in his heart at all.

This thing in front of him is the enemy who blocked the road, and it is also the enemy who killed his younger brother, if there is no way to clean up the hatred of his younger brother, then what kind of face does he have to take the Yellow Turban Army to create the Yellow Sky Prosperous World?

Moreover, time is running out.

"Bento !!!!!"

The monster in the flames let out a roar that made the eardrums burst, tearing the flames in front of it to pieces, and with a low roar in its throat, it rushed in the direction of Zhang Jiao, and after a very short distance, it sent out a violent force that made the earth tremble, and the cracked ground spread forward, and the black giant seemed to blur its own form as it ran, turning into an iron ball that rolled forward and crushed.

The frantically running bento is a weapon just by its weight and customary name, and even if it is a brick and stone wall in front of it, it can knock out a huge depression.

If it is a more fragile wooden wall, it will only be torn to pieces like tissue paper.

The skin on the legs was covered in burn marks, but it was only a painless skin wound, and to the bento it was like being bitten by a mosquito.

The huge body climbed to a dazzling speed in an instant, accelerating frantically in a straight line, and came to Zhang Jiao's eyes in an instant, without any pause, the soil-stained soles of his feet suddenly lifted, aimed at Zhang Jiao, who was covered in his shadow, and kicked suddenly, like a close pile driver volleying towards Zhang Jiao's body.

"Bento!"

In the midst of a violent roar, the thighs made of steel pierced through the flames that had coalesced into substance, and then they were hollowed out.

In the last moment, with the help of the air distorted by the temperature, Zhang Jiao deflected the light around him, and was kicked to pieces by the sole of the foot that pierced through the golden cracked stone, and it was his vague phantom.

And his real body rubbed the body of the bento in extreme thrill and hid to the side.

The sound of the wind from the burly body alone made Zhang Jiao feel that his robe was about to be torn, and the huge body was slashed forward under the guidance of his habitual surname.

Zhang Jiao, who was close at hand, showed a strange smile, and then the long staff in his hand was suddenly raised, and the fire light swirled and condensed on the tip of the cane, allowing Bento's body to pass by, just like watching a truck that almost crashed into his own air, and at the last moment when Bento's body was about to pass by him, Bento's muscular head finally appeared in Zhang Jiao's eyes.

He couldn't help but murmur vaguely in his heart: Yes, that's good......

And the Vulcan staff in his hand smashed down on the huge head like a big axe, and the long staff surrounded by flames exploded at the moment of contact, like a power hammer, at the moment before the contact, the other side of the staff head suddenly erupted with raging flames, so the smashed staff was accelerated to the point of being like a missile, and at the moment of contact, the feedback from the long staff told Zhang Jiao that this time it was the target.

Without any guidance, the blade-shaped flames wrapped around the staff erupted like a grenade that exploded close to his head, and the violent concussion and pervasive flames poured into the muscular skull.

The heavy body was still gliding, rolling, and finally stopped.

In Zhang Jiao's eyes, a trace of horror flashed.

Its head, is it still there?

With that level of attack, even an iron man made of steel can be smashed and burned to ashes, but this monster in front of him maintains his body intact?

As if stunned by a sudden attack, the muscle monster froze in place, lowered its head, and let out a faint moan: "Bento ......"

In the midst of a low roar, it slowly raised its head, revealing a miserable face, and on his ugly face hung an eyeball that had turned into a paste, and at the moment of receiving the attack, the violent concussion knocked its left eye out of its socket.

It's inconceivable that it can still retain consciousness under such a heavy blow?

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I'm going to go down to Sanjiang today...... Ask for votes!

After watching hellsing's 08, the first feeling is that the production team has no money, but the momentum is still very strong.