Looking at the sworn Putiman , a smile appeared on Gu Lailong's knife-like face, and said, "Putiman, in order to avoid trouble, we want you to enter the Soul Locking Prison. ”

Putiman's face sank, and he said coldly, "Once I enter the Soul Lock, my ability will be locked, do you think I will agree?"

"Why not?" Blue Fox smiled and said, "Since you have chosen to cooperate with our Huaxia Ancient Martial Artists, then, you must express enough sincerity. In other words, isn't that proof of your innocence?"

"Hmph, since you Huaxia Ancient Martial Artists are so insincere, there is no need for me to continue to stay here. With a cold snort, Putiman turned around, looked at the blue fox blocking the door, and said, "Get out of the way!"

"Is this the place where you can come and go whenever you want?" Gu Lailong's mouth flashed with an indifferent smile, his eyes flashed, and a terrifying momentum rolled in the tent.

"Get out of here!"

Feeling the momentum rising behind him, Pu Timan's face sank, and his body swelled violently, and a terrifying aura swept in all directions.

"Boom!"

The ground shook and the tent shattered.

"What?"

Seeing the tent shattered, Putiman changed his expression drastically, and looked at the dark blue iron rods around him.

"Locked Prison !!"

Putiman didn't expect that the bracket of this tent was actually a lock prison.

"Blue Fox, you go out first!" Gu Lailong looked at Blue Fox with a smile.

"Yes, ancient!" the blue fox glanced at the grim-faced Putiman and shook his head, turning his head towards the outside of the lock prison.

Seeing the lock prison open a thin slit, Putiman let out a low roar and rushed forward.

"Come back!"

In the Locked Spirit Prison, whether it is ability or true qi, it will be suppressed to the limit.

Once Puttiman loses his abilities, he is not much stronger than ordinary people. But Gu Lai Long and Tianmu Ghost Monk are different, even if they lose their true qi, their martial arts are still terrifying. Especially Gu Lailong, he used to take the road of foreign kung fu.

Gu Lailong took a step across, blocking in front of Putiman, his eyelids raised, the corners of his mouth with an indifferent smile, and his right hand was like a cannon breech, blasting into his chest.

"Gu Lailong, you deceive people too much!"

Putiman let out a low roar, and took advantage of the fact that the Locked Spirit Prison had not completely imprisoned his ability, and struck with all his might.

"Bang Bang!!"

Gu Lailong's hands were like electricity, and a sound like a dragon's groan sounded, and his right hand turned into a claw, buckling towards Putiman's heavenly spirit cover.

"Roar!" Putiman exuded a savage aura all over his body, like a beast in the flood period, with a hideous face.

"Smack!"

His right hand formed a claw and slapped on Putiman's shoulder, and Gu Lailong's footsteps were mysterious, and his waist twisted violently.

"How come?" Putiman changed his face drastically, and he felt that his upper body seemed to have lost its strength, and his left hand couldn't help but stagnate.

"Do you still want to resist if you lose your ability?" Gu Lailong kept clapping all parts of Putiman's body with both hands, and a dull sound like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide drum sounded.

"Roar!!

Putiman's body trembled violently, and cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, like cracked rocks.

The terrifying energy swept in all directions, and the dark blue steel stuck in the ground kept vibrating.

The Tianmu Ghost Monk opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the dark blue steel that shook in all directions, and his figure moved.

"Bang bang bang!!"

With his right hand in his palm, the Tianmu Ghost Monk continued to appear on the edge of the dark blue steel and slapped it into the ground again.

At the same time, dozens of other small forces have also changed.

In the gathering place of the Roman holy swordsman, a group of biochemical warriors looked at several caves not far away with indifferent expressions.

There was a sneer on the corner of Liti's mouth, "The three holes of the cunning rabbit, the Roman holy swordsman used this Chinese proverb very well!"

"Boss, shall we strike now?" Gotán's eyes flashed with cruelty.

"Go!" Li raised his eyelids and said coldly, "The one who killed all the Roman holy swordsmen!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Gotansen smiled and shouted at the other biochemical warriors, "Let's go up and kill all the Roman holy swordsmen!!"

"Rush!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

At the mouth of the cave in the distance, the face of the master of the Roman Holy Swordsman changed drastically, looking at the more than fifty biochemical warriors roaring in the distance.

"Third Elder, what should we do? The American Biochemical Warriors have made a move!"

"Fight with them!"

"What do you fight?"

After the battle of the past few days, there are only a dozen or so Roman holy swordsmen left, except for Ye Nafei, the strongest is comparable to the peak ancient warriors of dark power, and it is impossible for this group of American biochemical warriors to be the opponent of this group of tiger-eyed American biochemical warriors.

Although through the black veil, he could still feel Jenafi's solemn expression, and the beautiful eyes that were exposed to the outside flashed with anxiety.

"Retreat!"

Looking at the group of American biochemical warriors getting closer and closer, Jenafi sighed and turned her head and walked briskly towards the depths of the cave.

"Oh no, Elder, the exit at the other end of the cave has been blocked!" a Roman holy swordsman came running from a distance with a panicked face.

"What?" said Jenafi's expression changed.

"How is that possible? How can that passage be discovered when it is so secret?"

"There are spies, there must be spies!"

"Who the hell betrayed the Roman Holy Swordsman!"

"Don't let me know who it is, otherwise, even if I die, I will have to bury him with him!"

"Don't make any noise!" Listening to the noisy scolding around her, Jenafi took a deep breath and said, "Don't fall for the schemes of the American biochemical warriors, I believe you will not betray the Roman holy swordsman." Now, rush out with me!"

"Okay, fight with those American biochemical warriors!"

"Let's go!"

"If you kill one, you won't lose, but if you kill a pair, you will earn it!"

The remaining dozen or so Roman holy swordsmen drew a long sword with a sharp handle, of different colors.

Jena Fei turned her delicate body, drew her purple gold long sword, and took the lead in shooting towards the outside of the cave.

"Hahaha, it's all out!" Looking at the master of the Roman holy swordsman who rushed out of the cave, Gotán couldn't help but laugh, his eyes were calm, and he shouted: "Flame warrior, strike first!"

"Boom, boom!"

Sixteen fourth-level biochemical warriors stepped forward quickly, their eyes were cold, their hands pressed to their temples, and a flame appeared in the depths of their pupils.

As flames emerged from the depths of their pupils, a monstrous fire suddenly erupted outside the cave in the distance.

"Body Strengthened Warrior, Kill with Me!" Gotan's body continued to rise, and in a few seconds, he turned into a small giant of nearly three meters, holding a large knife, and slashed towards the mouth of the cave covered in flames.

"Kill!!"

"Kill all the Roman holy swordsmen!"

In the distance, he clasped his hands to his chest, his eyes were indifferent, and he whispered to himself: "You miscellaneous fish, are you the new human beings you can interfere with? If you dare to come to South Africa to make trouble, you must be prepared to die." ”