Before Barlow could turn around, several sharp blades landed on his back, slashing out several terrifying blood sprays.

"You--he--mother---!" Barlow roared, barely able to bear the humiliation and pain from the attack on his back.

The huge roar, with a hint of demonic beast coercion, directly shook Xia Luo back more than four meters away. The boy clenched the scimitar tightly, and after a few turns, he stabilized his figure, and his cold eyes always fell on Barlow, who was like a giant bear.

Is it the bloodline of the beast line? It's a little tricky.

After the roar, Charlotte quickly approached Barlow with all her might, raised the scimitar in his hand and jumped up, wiping it towards Barlow's neck.

"Die!" Barlow did not retreat, but advanced, raised his right fist and smashed it fiercely at Charlotte's figure, so fast that the boy could not dodge for a while.

He secretly said that it was not good, although he cut off the left palm of this Barlow and caused a lot of bleeding, but this guy set off a terrifying counterattack like a storm as if he was fine.

This is the tricky part of the beast bloodline, ordinary injuries have little effect on them, only to provoke their anger and become more and more courageous.

With a thud to the ground, the boy raised his scimitar to block in front of him, and slammed his fist the blade with a muffled sound.

Charlotte coughed up a trace of blood, and at the moment when the figure retreated, he pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist with a scimitar in one hand, and stabbed four bloody sprays at Barlow's wrist in the chest.

Angry and painful roars echoed through the room again, and Charlotte's figure slammed into the walls of the room like a cannonball, making a muffled thud, and lay motionless on the ground as if unconscious.

Blood continued to drip from Barlow's hands, and his eyes stared at Charlotte's figure with a scarlet and tyrannical aura. With one hand, he took out a handcuff from his waist and lit the fuse, pointing it at the boy who had fallen to the ground.

The next second, Barlow pulled the trigger, and a flash of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the spherical bullet shot into the blood-stained tablecloth on the ground.

The sound of a click, a shot on a plank.

When the spherical bullet was about to land on the tablecloth, the young man rolled on his side to dodge the bullet and landed on the floor.

Charlotte leapt to her feet, her figure rushing towards Barlow like a ghost.

Seeing this, Barlow casually threw away the handcuff, roared angrily, and raised his fist to pounce on Charlotte like a giant bear.