"You've been fighting hard, so I'll leave it to me. Fat Tiger looked at Faraday, Watt, and Emerson, who were missing Sylvia, and were fighting harder, so he said.

In such a short time as the two of them talked, Faraday was sent flying, but he was also out of the battle circle, Watt had several more wounds on his body, and Emerson was struck in the chest.

"Watt, Emerson, step aside, and let the fat tiger deal with this fallen angel. Sylvia said.

Even if Fat Tiger hadn't offered to deal with the four-winged fallen angel, Sylvia would have said it. The inventor's shop is the brainchild of Dark, and every member of the team in it is a top assassination master who has spent a lot of effort to cultivate, and it is really a bit of a cart before the horse to deal with such a frontal battle, if you still lose one or two here, then you can't be distressed to death?

As Dark's female companion, Sylvia must think about Dark, and retain the strength of his command to the greatest extent for him, which is what a lover really has to do for each other. - Do your best to think about each other.

Watt and Emerson were also at their limit, and when they heard the support of the legendary magician, they stopped stopping longer, stepped on it, and backsomeraded and left the battlefield.

"Hehe, it's time for my Fat Tiger Uncle to play!" Fat Tiger laughed three times, and then rushed forward like a giant elephant, shouting as he rushed back: "Hey, that black-haired bird man over there!

Black-haired birdman: Are you talking about the fallen angel on the other side?

Sylvia looked in amazement at the target of the fat tiger's charge, it was the four-winged fallen angel who had bullied them so badly.

Seems appropriate, doesn't it?

Before, the demons called the angel clan "birdman", this title has a strong insult, usually the angels can't stand it, once they encounter the demon who calls them birdman, it is an endless battle.

Although almost all of the current angel clan has degenerated, there is still a 120% resentment towards the title of "birdman".

"Die!" the fallen angel was surrounded by a huge momentum, and he rushed towards the fat tiger.

"You stupid birdman, you don't have any eggs to give birth to! You inferior race, you deserve to stay in the pigsty and eat pig food in this life, and be enslaved by my human race!" shouted the fat tiger again.

"Death for me!" the fallen angel became even more angry, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of lilac flames, which was a sign that he had come out with all his might.

Never die!

One person collided with each other for a day, and even the air rippled.

There has never been a mage who can compete with the fallen angel so much for physical strength, Fat Tiger is a freak, his body is very strong, and his magic power is also first-class strong, he is simply the top genius of demon and martial arts double cultivation!

Fat Tiger and Fallen Angel fight a melee battle, and both of them take a step back at the same time, followed by a magic duel.

Fat Tiger himself is actually a legendary magician, playing melee combat is putting the cart before the horse, that is handsome, although it is not worthy of anyone, but after all, it is not the main business, at the moment he uses magic, and he shows his talent.

Both sides use magic, but the magic of the Terrans originally came from the magic of other creatures with innate spell abilities, and the Angels were born with it, and the two are not the same concept.

In terms of spell casting speed, the angel is definitely superior, but with the "byte chant", the fat tiger is not much slower than the angel!

A series of "beaded fireballs" erupted, colliding with the "evil missiles" of the fallen angels, erupting with sparks mixed with fiery red lilac.

"Hahaha, second goods, do you see it, you can't do it, you're just a waste!" Fat Tiger unscrupulously splashed this rain of trash talk.

"It's really worthy of his title of 'slut', his mouth is really cheap, no matter which opponent he replaces, I'm afraid he wants to shut him up as soon as possible. Sylvia said to herself.

"Looks like he's a good guy. ”

"He's just a character, this guy's cheapness and waves are natural, and he is the kind that doesn't distinguish between me and me. Sylvia said helplessly: "I really don't know why I accepted him as my younger brother, it's a shame for me." ”

"But I think it's not bad, although this guy is a little cheap, but now he is on the battlefield, no matter how despicable and shameless his methods are, but as long as it works, it is a good way. ”

"That seems to make sense. Sylvia nodded.

But......

Wait a minute......

Who was talking to me just now?

Sylvia turned her head in confusion and saw a Shadow Demon standing behind her, covered in blood.

It's a cripple.

He settled his own battles.

"Hey, I'm done. Seeing Sylvia turn to look at him, she greeted her.

"You're done?" Sylvia looked incredulous.

Just now he asked him when he would be able to finish the fight, or vaguely said that it would take a long time, how long did it take for him to solve it?

Lie!

Seeing Sylvia's shock, the remnant explained, "I thought it would take a long time, but didn't you say that this side couldn't hold on, so I exchanged my injuries for my life, and killed that guy with a sword injury." ”

He paused, and then said, "The guy who hasn't experienced too many life-and-death fights is really not as strong as our demon's combat power. ”

Sylvia didn't listen to what she was saying, she turned her head to look at Fat Tiger again, and saw a scene she would never forget.

——Fat Tiger took advantage of the opponent's spell casting buffer, released the constant "flame ray" on his "Dragon's Breath" staff, caught the fallen angel off guard, and then crashed into it with a one-move mountain-shaking charge, successfully knocking the opponent to the ground!

Then, with a move that fell from the sky, he sat on it with a butt.

And then ...... He farted ......

Fart......

Ass......

Ass......

Fart......

"Poof......

With a loud fart sound, Fat Tiger's face showed a comfortable expression.

The fallen angel who was sitting under him twitched his hands and feet a few times, and then fainted......

"This ......"

Sylvia and the remnants, as well as the mimics of the inventor's squad, looked at each other, staring wide-eyed.

That's the end of the battle?

There are no magic tricks to greet each other, no swords and swords coming and going, no roars and no screams.

With a lot of trash talk and a loud fart from Fat Tiger, the fight is over......

Congratulations to Fat Tiger from the Terran race for winning the championship of this Continental Cup Unrestricted All-Pro Fighting Competition......

You really won, Fat Tiger.

Sylvia and others said I was convinced.

.. A new revision, updated 2 faster, more stable 3 fixed

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