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Several silver-white rings on this shoulder have been stuck in the position of the shoulder blades of the black-faced god, and at first I thought it was the silver ring decoration of the black-faced god as a western, but now it seems that it is actually his weapon.

Most of them thought that the black-faced god was using his fists as a weapon, but they didn't expect that he actually had something else as a weapon, obviously the opponent he was beginning to encounter, and it was not worth him to use such a few rings.

There was a clanging sound, the sound of three rings colliding, followed by a loud click, and the reddish scythe slashed at the black-faced god's wrist.

It collided with the three rings, creating a series of crimson sparks.

The moment the knife ring touched, the heel of the black-faced god stepped back hard, his knees bent slightly, and he stood firm on the ground, his back bent, and his stomach shrank inward.

However, Jiang Shuangtian's knife did not end there, the right hand holding the handle of the knife was pulled by the trend, rubbing the three rings and pulling upward, just as he thought before, to disembowel.

The sharp scythe edge stretched upwards along the black-faced god's thick right arm, and the tip of the knife was about to reach the throat.

The black-faced god's slightly bent knees straightened instantly, raised his head and jumped backwards hard, and the tip of the knife narrowly brushed the black-faced god's chin into the sky, and a series of blood stains were drawn in the air along the knife edge, and a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife to the ground.

The black-faced god's left arm that retreated was a hot pain at this time, and a deep white mark appeared on his arm, and the upper arm that was cut by the tip of the knife actually opened a small opening, and the flesh of his Fan Cage Realm was actually broken under the knife just now.

Bright red blood trickled down the small mouth, dripping down the white marks under his left arm onto the three rings, the silver-white rings stained with bright red.

The blood dripping from the edge of the scythe before was the blood from the small mouth on the black-faced god's upper arm.

The corners of the black-faced god's eyes twitched unnaturally, he really didn't expect the bloated body of the man in front of him, the fists were so strong, and the scythe in his hand was so vicious.

And it was the first time that his body in the Fan Cage Realm had been broken, and although it was only a small bite, it was not a good sign.

Fan Cage Realm is invulnerable, but this is also relatively speaking, ordinary people's swords and guns naturally can't break the body of the black-faced god, just like he has been in the battle formation for a long time before, and his body has not been hurt at all.

Unless the Xuanyuan in his body is exhausted and his body has become a rootless tree, it will be easier to break it.

And in this other situation, just now, under the oppression of a higher force, the body of the Fan Cage Realm will also be broken.

With these two blows in front and back, the black-faced god clearly knew that he was obviously not the opponent of the person in front of him, but he did not have the slightest timidity in his heart.

On the contrary, the whole person became excited, and it seemed that he was even more excited than when he first saw the handsome tall horse under Jiang Shuangtian's crotch.

He Tie Donggua is a straight intestine, and there are not so many twists and turns in his heart, as Bai Qian said, he is indeed a fool sometimes, so he didn't think too much about it in his heart, but it was just a blink of an eye, he grinned, stroked the ring on the wrist of his left arm with his right hand, pinched it in his hand, and then rushed towards Jiang Shuangtian with great strides.

At the moment when the black-faced god retreated to the ground, Jiang Shuangtian didn't stop at all, holding the sickle upside down in his right hand, and rushed towards the black-faced god with the momentum of hooking the soul.

is also a huge man, compared to flexibility, the black-faced god is far behind Jiang Shuangtian, otherwise he would not have been in Pinghe's cell before, and there was no way to be hit by His Royal Highness the Prince.

The iron winter melon, which was a lot slower in speed, stretched out his arms at the moment of departure, pinched the ring of unknown material with both hands, rotated his feet in place, and threw it out with his hands.

Only listening to the sound of the sonic boom behind him, as well as the momentum and attached Xuanyuan on the ring, it seemed to be burning a deep black light in the air, and he knew that this blow should not be underestimated.

After the ring flew away, the speed was extremely fast, almost leaving the fingertips of the black-faced god just now, and the next moment it was close to Jiang Shuangtian, seeing that its target was Jiang Shuangtian's head, and it was about to smash him to pieces.

From the moment the black-faced god first began to target the big horse, Bai Qian firmly paid attention to the movement in front of him, and always paid attention to the iron winter melon.

Although he knew the realm and strength of the iron winter melon, there should be no major problems, but Bai Poor still couldn't care about it.

At this glance, there was really an accident, and the punch that the fool was bound to win actually matched the fist of the fat man on the horse.

He was surprised in his heart that the fat man reacted quickly, and at the same time sneered that the fat man was asking for his own hardships, and since he had reacted, it was better to turn over and dismount to save his life.

But what happened next made Bai Qian feel that he was dazzled and dumbfounded, his good partner who had been inseparable from him all along, a little silly and silly iron winter melon, was actually beaten away by the fat man, bloated like a hoof, and as thick as a radish.

After his partner Black-faced God was knocked away by this punch, on the other hand, the fat man was just shaking the fat all over his body, and he didn't have any, and he was still sitting on the tall horse safely.

He was not the only one who was shocked, but the soldiers who fought with him also had such a scene in their eyes.

The scene that appeared in his eyes, whether it was on a horse, or a weapon in his hand, followed by the foot soldiers running behind, was almost so surprised that he almost bit his tongue.

Even those ferocious bandits who were originally in the Pinghe Giant Prison stared at each other with a look of disbelief, after all, in their opinion, the black-faced god Hei Ye was already powerful enough, powerful to the point of horror.

At the moment when they came out of Pinghe's huge prison, why did they bow down to Bai Poor, a weak and insidious person with impure intentions at a glance, naturally because of the deterrence of this black master on the side, and they still remember the end of the rebellion of the person among them.

The man's head was gently and skillfully plucked off by the black master, and smashed on the brick wall of the huge prison like a rotten watermelon, white bone slag and bright red blood stains stuck to it, and the two eyes seemed to be firmly staring at them.

But such a black-faced god was beaten two feet off the ground by an inconspicuous fat man with a punch and flew out upside down......

ps: I'm sorry everyone, I didn't pay attention to the upload before, the chapter is repeated, sorry, sorry.