In front of the real powerhouse, the magic power is armed, and it is just a toy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the wind and snow, the killing has been reversed.

After losing the strongest seventh-order wind demon assassin, the formation of the entire assassination team had been broken, and in the face of Winnington's domineering that swept the world, they could only be defeated.

"Tear-" Another unstoppable spear of tyranny, a sixth-order frost warrior who had no time to dodge was directly pierced through the heart and picked up by Wennington.

The domineering aura spread from the tip of the spear, rampaging through his body, tearing his veins and skin inch by inch, and finally mixed with thick blood erupted, completely penetrating his entire person.

At this moment, the killers who still had some resistance completely collapsed, and they began to scatter and flee.

Wennington was not in a hurry, he slowly and methodically threw out the sixth-order frost warrior who was already an empty shell of a bloody man, and gently shook the residual blood on the tip of the spear before squinting his eyes again to look at the next person.

It was also a Wind Demon Assassin, Sixth Order, and in order to run faster, he blessed himself with at least three Wind Acceleration Spells.

"Well, run faster. Winnington said.

Set out!

"Tear--" Enough to tear through the blizzard, the huge spear pulled a terrifying phantom in the blizzard.

This shot......

Unstoppable!

"Hum-" The fierce domineering filled the air again, and those misty wind and snow were swept away again, this is the gun that must be hit, and it is also the gun that must be killed!

Kill!

"Boom!!" Winnington stepped out, the snow cracked, and the spear had arrived.

Die.

Die.

Winnington pondered.

"Smack-"

"Hum—"

But at this time.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, an incomparably strong hand, equal to the spear, stretched out from the snow.

It caught the one, the gun!

The violent collision between the strong and the strong, the fierce air flow burst out, and the snow around the fierce was stagnant in the sky.

There was a second.

"Kara—" The whole snow-covered ground was completely broken, separated, and sunk a full two yards.

"Oh?" Winnington looked at the sudden strike arm with some surprise, as well as at its owner.

Actually, someone can stop his nimbalistic gun, or, with his bare hands?

"Li Bamo. The owner of the hand said lightly, without a trace of reluctance, or in the suppression of the pain of calm, steady, stable as his immovable hand.

"Winnington Resfeld. As a sign of respect for the owner of the hand, Winnington also gave his full name, including his honorable surname, Reisfield.

It was only then that Winnington could see clearly the appearance of this strong blocker who had been killed halfway, he had an extremely powerful and serious face, red eyes, red hair, and a short hair that was hard like steel needles, and a burly muscle even if it was hidden under the black robe, it was still difficult to hide its hideousness.

And the most eye-catching thing is the cloak behind him, a white cloak, which wantonly revealed the two words engraved with black ink on it in the raging snowstorm, weak.

Weak, these are two words that are easy to make people laugh at first glance, but with the extremely arrogant and domineering writing, as well as the strong visual impact that Li Bamo himself gives people.

You will feel that the weak person is not him, but you.

"Weakling, are you...... His disciple?" Looking at the two words that were inadvertently revealed in the wind and snow, Wen Nington couldn't help but squint his eyes.

In this world, there is only one person who has such a bad taste as printing and engraving words on his cloak.

That is, the West Gate Night Tower.

Ximen Night Tower, this is a legendary name that even the demon seed will be terrified when he hears it.

Absolute strengthist.

Third Patriarch of the Most High Church of Asgard.

In the Sixth Purification War, he shocked the entire world with a single punch that exploded a general-level demonic power armament.

It has also left "In front of the real strong, the magic power is armed, and it is just a toy." "Such arrogant words of the perverted fierce man.

He is best known for, in addition to his arrogant muscles, for his cloak with the two strongest words engraved on it.

Although so far, he has not really become the strongest.

When there is no doubt that he is definitely one of the strongest people in the world.

Moreover, it is the strongest of the most unreasonable.

"I used to study under Mr. Simon for a while. Li Bamo did not deny it, and nodded calmly.

"But you're not weak. Winnington glanced at Librumor's cloak again.

"I was under the teacher's hands, and I couldn't even hold out for a minute. Li Bamo shook his head, and did not have any shame towards the word weak.

In this way, Wen Nington remembered that as the strongest people in this world, Ximen Yelou naturally had countless people who wanted to become his disciples and learn the truth of becoming stronger from him.

He did take in many disciples, but all of them were tortured by him and thrown a cloak with garbage engraved on it and expelled it from the door wall.

Some people don't even qualify for a cape.

Thinking about it this way, Li Bamo's weak mantle can be called an alternative glory.

"Are you still his disciple?" Winnington was suddenly intrigued by this.

"The teacher said that if I could last a minute, he would let me study with him again. Li Bamo's mood changed a little when he said this, and it seemed that being able to study with Ximen Night Tower was really an important enough thing for him.

"Then I wish you a speedy success. Winnington laughed, a little bit of an easy-going taste.

"Thank you. Li Bamo nodded, and his emotions returned to absolute calm.

"Can you get out of the way now?" Winnington continued to laugh.

"No, you can't. Li Bamo shook his head.

"It's nerve-wracking. Winnington abruptly drew back his riding spear, and Li Bamo didn't stop him.

"If you die, can the cloak belong to me?" Wen Nington scratched his head, and suddenly asked thoughtlessly.

"You're interested in the weak?" Li Bamo was puzzled.

"No, it's just here, it's a little too cold. Winnington regained his footing and tightened his grip on his rifle.

His eyes became excited and fiery, and he liked opponents who were strong enough.

"Then you can take it. Li Bamo still replied so plainly, but his whole body involuntarily exuded a violent aura.

He was also excited.

Against a strong opponent, no one can help but get excited.

After all, aren't men just to defeat the strong and become stronger?

"Come on!!"

"Boom-" The whole world exploded again.

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