The surging barrage swept along the street like a plow, and the muscular man didn't care about any hits, any accidental injuries, or any of his men, he just laughed wildly and poured his furious firepower into all the places that didn't look good. The roaring bullet chain of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info tore and exploded everything that stood in its way, and a large number of cars rotted the whole street in the snap of a finger. In terms of firepower output alone, with the assistance of this bald guy, this machine gun has surpassed the Atlas Optimus Cannon.

The power of the combination between the Chosen One and modern technology is more than just additive.

The flames engulfed everything in the blink of an eye, but it also obscured everything. The flames of the explosion didn't have time to dissipate before they were tightly covered by the other flames that followed, turning into a surging stream of flames. The figures of the three people were immediately covered in flames.

Click, the magic spear Morpheus didn't say a word, just stared at the place where the flames were most fierce and fired an unhurried shot. As a result, all the flames were torn apart, revealing three figures running wildly again, leaving them with nowhere to hide.

The firepower of these two people is very well matched, ah, Soul Fade!

"What about this situation?"

"In this case—of course it's a quick escape!!" Jonathan was completely unscathed, his head full of sweat the size of beans. The sudden barrage swept, the booming explosion sounded, the howling werewolf chased after him desperately, and there was a magic gun Morpheus who was a little bit of a second kill on the side and played the auxiliary mending knife unhurriedly, Nima's rhythm is brain dead if he doesn't run anymore!

"That's right, if you see a bad opportunity, you have to run, don't be stupid and stumble with people who don't know the details. People who don't know how to control their power, and don't know their own boundaries and limits, are often ugly. Yang Qiyi pointed to the London Bridge on the side of the road: "Quick, run to the bottom of the bridge." Follow me and don't fall behind. ”

"Jesr!!"

Run!

Come on!

Run as hard as you can!

Jonathan overtook the strongest hurdler in the blink of an eye, lowering his upper body with all his might to reduce the possibility of impact, holding his breath to prevent the smoke from entering his lungs, and his long legs whizzing like big wheels. His eyes were red from the scorching flames, and the sound of the explosion had already knocked blood out of his ears.

His long white-blond hair swayed in front of him, as if leading him in the right direction. Jonathan had no time to think about anything else, and he no longer had time to think about what to dodge or what to observe. He had no strength left to probe the enemy's intentions, so he could only fight his spirit in the suffocating drowsiness, gritting his teeth and following the white-gold streamer.

He followed the light from left to right, fast and slow, and his legs were about to be torn and broken by the huge inertia, but he was never shot.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing! My energy isn't infinite, I'm going to be drained if I continue like this!" He screamed loudly: "You wasted so much of my energy except for blowing up the car and destroying the road, and not even killing anyone, the explosion is art, art, not your cat and mouse tool!"

The word cat and mouse seemed to make the muscular giant very happy, and he couldn't help but show an arrogant smile: "You're right, but not today, today, just today, this scene, I've been looking forward to it for too long, let me vent!"

Suddenly, the bullet chains were consumed like flowing water, the eggshells clanged like rain, and the fire swirled around the three of them, and he liked to see them look frightened.

But the bald guy didn't cooperate with him: "Have fun and make a mistake! Look at it, they've escaped!"

A long time ago, and a short time, the turbulent Thames River has come to you in the blink of an eye. Whoosh, Yang Qi jumped and flew out of the road like a jade girl throwing a shuttle. Jonathan also shouted, stepping over the guardrail with the sound of tigers and tigers, and disappeared under the road in the blink of an eye like a falling rock.

"Escape?" The muscular giant opened his mouth to reveal Sen Ran's fangs, and the horizontal flesh on his face instantly condensed into a hideous totem: "The trick is over, now, it's time to use some real skills!"

Bang la-la, the muscular giant's clothes burst instantly. There was a thud, and before the bald man could figure out what was happening, a huge black shadow had bounced high like a boulder smashed by a catapult, crossed a distant arc, and smashed into the shadows under the London Bridge.

This muscular giant, as expected, also has the ability to transform, and he is quite powerful after transformation.

But this muscular giant is not the fastest one.

Beneath the pavement, beside the river embankment, in the darkness where the street lamps can't shine. Yang Qi carried Orlando with his right hand, and with a light press of his left hand on the river embankment next to him, he flew over the river surface of more than 20 meters like a swing, and the shadow at the bottom of the river embankment jumped quickly along the direction of the water. And Jonathan also borrowed his strength on the river embankment with both hands, and desperately kept up with Yang Qi's footsteps with his hands and feet.

Hmm, Yang Qi leaped down from the sky and landed steadily in the thick shadow under the London Bridge.

Poof, Jonathan followed, rolling around on the ground in embarrassment before standing up. It's not that he doesn't want to land lightly, but his legs are really painful and about to break, and when he lands, his feet are soft and he can only roll over the trend.

"I don't know how you feel...... Jonathan snorted and gasped, holding his hands on his knees and said to Yang Qi embarrassedly, "I just think that if it were just me, I would definitely die today...... What do you think?"

"I think the werewolf's nose is really smart," Yang Qi pointed up, "I caught up with you so quickly with the smell of nosebleeds." ”

As soon as Jonathan looked up, he heard the whirring wind blowing in his face, and he swooped down from a great height. Bang bang bang bang bang Under Jonathan's shocked gaze, the werewolf who had just been smashed by him broke his neck and waist was also blocking his eyes with his head and covering his waist. In the time I watched, most of those fatal wounds had healed.

Click, a familiar voice came into his ears, and Jonathan turned his head suddenly, only to see Morpheus appear at the bridge, staring at a pair of indifferent eyes and pointing steadily at the magic gun in his hand. With a distance of more than ten meters and no cover, this magic gun can kill anyone in seconds.

But this is still not the biggest threat.

Whoosh, there was a low sound of wind in the night sky, as if a big rock had been smashed suddenly, and in the blink of an eye it had come overhead. But this huge attack was almost silent when it landed.

Like a civet jumping down, like a night owl in the sky, a huge black shadow fell silently in the darkness. This hand alone is enough to make anyone who knows how to face the enemy.

The height of this black shadow was nearly four meters, and its shoulders were wide and its back was broad, like a muscular wall. He had his back to the crowd and landed not far away. The back of his neck was covered with a dark mane, but his skeletal form was not as alienated as a werewolf. His muscles were like mountains of black iron, and the explosive power of his flesh radiated like a burning boiler all the time.

He turned his head slightly, rolled his eyes to look at the three of them out of the corner of his eye, and Jonathan saw a large scarlet light bulb in the darkness. The anger and murderous aura in the scarlet bulb are like a tide, this is not an empty form of flowers, this is a real tyrannical ruffian who came out of the sea of corpses and bones!

Orlando took a sharp breath, then simply fainted.

Jonathan's eyes widened in disbelief, for he always felt something familiar about the black monster. To be precise, whether it is his standing, his muscle direction, or his cruel eyes, there are very familiar things.

But what is it, and why does it feel so familiar?

Jonathan took a slight step and whispered in Yang Qi's ear, "Do you think this person is a little familiar?"

Jonathan's voice was low, but the black muscle troll's inhuman ears moved, and he clearly heard the conversation. Then, he did something that surprised Jonathan – he applauded!

Slap, slap, slap, not tight, not slow, every stroke is as powerful as a drum.

He smiled.

Ha, ha, ha, no hurry, no slow, every sound is weird and sarcastic, with superiority and banter.

Then he said something that Jonathan absolutely did not expect:

"It's been a long time since I've seen Ghost Face. ”

Ghost Face?!

As soon as this name entered his ears, it was like a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in his ears, and Jonathan's eyes instantly widened, and the cold hairs on his body stood up. The black muscle troll was pleased with Jonathan's reaction, so he turned around, revealing a strange face that was part wolf, part bat, and what looked like a human. There was no expression on this face at all, but it could be seen from the slightly narrowed eyes that he was extremely proud at this time, as if he had a feeling of suddenly raising his eyebrows.

Then he looked at Yang Qi proudly—but Yang Qi's expression made him immediately dissatisfied.

Yang Qi didn't have any expressions of shock, shock, or shock, but his face was entangled in an instant—just like a good end walking on the road and suddenly seeing a piece of dog shit, the kind that gasped straight for air. Then she said to Jonathan, "This ugly guy is your acquaintance? You still know such an ugly guy?

"I don't know, I don't know. Jonathan hurriedly shook his head, leaving aside his relationship with this guy: "Although it may feel a little familiar, I'm sure I don't know such an ugly and disgusting monster." ”

Disgusting monsters?

The expression of the black muscular giant immediately sank.

He spoke again, his voice vibrating back and forth in the vast cavity of his chest, like a dull thunderclap: "You don't know me, well, I've waited long enough for this day, so I might as well let you die clearly, and see whose hands you died today!"

Click, click, the sound of bone expansion and contraction changes sounded like firecrackers, and the black muscle troll shrank rapidly, its skin turned white and lightened, and finally it was restored to the two-meter-tall muscle giant. His face moved, with pride, with the pleasure of revenge, and with brutal bloodlust, he smiled at Yang Qi: "It's really been a long time since I saw it-the Blood Queen!"

Shock, fear, beg for mercy, and die miserably and painfully!hahahahaha——!

"Uh...... Although you are now more humane than you were just now, and although you said a nickname that I don't call for a long time, it seems that it has something to do with me, but I still want to ask—who are you?"

The muscular giant's wild laughter came to an abrupt end.