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"Boom!"

With the full force of Blue Descartes, the blow slammed into the knight's chief's abdomen, and this time, his face twisted horribly, as if in unspeakable pain. Then, with a bang, it burst open!

Yes, it just burst open.

A quasi-legendary powerhouse, and a paladin known for his defense, was directly blasted by a punch from Blue Descartes. His flesh turned into a light rain and sprinkled it all over the ground. And Blue Descartes was like a great demon from the abyss, and his eyes shot out two bloody rays, which looked extremely terrifying.

The results of the battle had already been out in a moment, the warrior monks and priests had fallen to the ground with serious injuries and fallen into a coma, and the young men of the three Holy Heads were pale and full of panic. Their hearts have been completely shattered by the powerful Blue Descartes, revealing their true nature, they are even inferior to some ordinary adventurers.

The three young men had just been invincible, and they looked arrogant with the expression of a blue Cartesian, but now they had all lost the temperament of young talents. They looked at the tearer sitting alone in the center, and there was a pleading look in their eyes.

"Hmph, it looks like I'll have to do it myself. ”

The next moment, a strong and ferocious momentum rolled up, rising over the man's body. His expression was dumbfounded, domineering, and his eyes showed cruelty.

"Boy, Master Wordsworth, you're dead!"

"Whoosh!"

Wordsworth's speed was extremely fast, his whole body was surging, extremely pure, and the almost substantial blood-red fighting qi set off his skin even more weirdly, and he actually rushed directly towards Blue Descartes.

His expression was extremely cold, and his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he was just about to pinch an ant to death.

His speed was so fast that Lan Descartes didn't even have time to react, and he was directly punched in the chest by him, and suddenly he only felt a huge force coming through his body!

"Click!"

Taking a few steps backwards, Blue Descartes was in a state of distress at the moment, his sternum was broken, and a trace of blood gushed out of his mouth. The moment the blood broke away from the blood vessels, it turned into phantom energy and tried to escape, but it was swallowed back by Blue Descartes at the first time.

Now is not the time to reveal his true identity, and Blue Descartes knows it all too well.

Worthy of being a strong man who can also be known as a hero in legends, under the attack just now, half of Lan Descartes's body was numb, and this was the first time he had been hit so hard since he was born.

The strongest point of Blue Descartes is not actually physical power or magical power, but the ability to freely control magic and material transformation. In other words, when he needs to fight in close combat, he can use his strong magic base to greatly enhance his melee ability, and vice versa.

At this time, Lan Descartes' body has been strengthened to an extremely amazing extent, whether it is attack resistance, speed, strength, recovery, muscle toughness, etc., it is extremely powerful, and has even surpassed many humanoid dragons.

But now, he was knocked away by a punch from Wordsworth, and he looked very embarrassed.

"This kid dares to act in front of Lord Wattsworth, and there must be a limit to arrogance!" the young man dressed as a priest spoke slowly, a smile on his face.

He has always regarded himself very highly, but tonight he was frightened by a little-known mountain boy, which was undoubtedly a blow and insult to his heart, and his self-esteem couldn't stand it at all, and he was about to go crazy. Now, how could Blue Descartes not be thrilled by Wordsworth?

It's just that his face is gloomy again.

For Blue Descartes stood up again, and with a smile of anticipation on his face, he didn't seem to be too hurt.

In the body of Blue Descartes, which was imperceptible to others, there was a slight noise.

Blue Descartes' body is entirely composed of energy, but at the moment it appears in the form of matter. Since the essence is energy, there is no such concept as "vital point" and "serious injury" as ordinary people understand. If you are injured, you only need to adjust the energy operation in your body a little, turn the injured part into energy, and then transform it into a normal material form.

In just a few seconds, Lan Descartes felt that his injuries were healed.

Wordsworth was also surprised, he used nearly eighty percent of his strength with one punch, and he didn't kill this kid, which is indeed strange.

"To be honest, I've never seen a genius like you, if it weren't for you joining the Solar Optics Society, I really wanted to recruit you into the Brett Gang......"

"But," his words changed suddenly, "if you can surrender right now, declare your allegiance to the Holy See of Dawn, and take us to destroy your adoptive father and the Heliographic Society, I can consider interceding with several adults of the Holy See and letting you live!"

Hearing this, the three young men stopped talking. They really didn't want to let go of the teenager who had insulted them, but now it seemed that only Wordsworth could defeat each other, so they were also very helpless.

"Surrender?" Blue Descartes' pupils shrank.

"That's right, this is your last chance. Otherwise, I'll shoot with all my might and crush you directly!"

Wordsworth nodded, he was waiting for Blue Descartes to reply, and at the same time, his body was constantly gathering momentum, which was coercing and seducing. If Lan Descartes disagrees, he will directly pinch this kid to death with the force of thunder.

Blue Descartes did not speak, but there was a sneer on his face, and his expression was very disdainful, as if he looked down on Wordsworth.

"Ignorant boy!"

Wordsworth was furious, and no longer tried to persuade the boy he didn't know.

With a sonic boom, his speed was unleashed again, and a bloody streak shook through the hall, tearing through the air and everything that stood in its way!

It was a fist mark just now, now a claw gesture, and Wordsworth's hands became like the claws of a beast, glowing with blood and evil energy, and they grabbed at Blue Descartes.

"The same trick won't work for me a second time. ”

Blue Descartes was prepared this time, and was not as caught off guard as he had just been.

However, there is a gap in speed that cannot be ignored, his body was bruised again, and several shallow traces of flesh and blood were revealed on his body, blood oozed out, extremely red, but in the next second, it directly retracted into the veins as if it had life.

In the end, he blocked Wordsworth's claw after all.

"Boom !!"

The fists and claws are clashing, and a surging sense of power is fully revealed, and both are strong and physically strong beings, so their head-to-head confrontation has a primitive violent beauty.

"Come again!"

Blue Descartes drank heavily, and there was an unusually comfortable feeling in his body, his blood boiling, and his soul stirring.

Exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting for life, and not being afraid of death are completely the nature of soldiers who have been born and died in a hundred battles. This kind of fist-to-flesh and blood-pumping bombardment made his heart feel like it wanted to fly out of his chest.

It's really, so exciting......

There is an old saying among orcs, blood and fire are the romance and splendor of men!

At this moment, the battle between the two is vividly embodimenting this sentence.

"Go on!"

Blue Descartes shouted, his momentum was extremely excited, and he chose to take the initiative and blasted towards Wordsworth.

He is not afraid of death, he is not afraid of injury, the recovery power of this elemental body is already extremely strong, and at this moment, he is entangled with Wordsworth in a way of fighting for his life, not only is he domineering, but he is also rapidly consuming the opponent's physical strength and courage.

After all, Wordsworth, as strong as he was, didn't have that terrible ability to recover. This leads to the fact that Wordsworth is obviously more powerful, but under the pressure of Blue Descartes, more and more flaws are exposed.

Wordsworth punched him twice, and Descartes returned the punch desperately, and Wordsworth kicked him twice, and Descartes kicked him desperately. For Wordsworth, it was just an uphill battle, but for Descartes, it was a fight for the death!

The whole hall was dilapidated and on the verge of collapse. Although Blue Descartes still maintains an uninjured appearance at the moment, the continuous high-intensity combat has also made the energy supply in his body a little insufficient, and even the dragon skin light armor has been broken in many places, so you can imagine how badly he has been hit.

But his eyes were bright and shining, and his half-length black hair was flying, like an unyielding young god of war under the battle. And Wordsworth is also embarrassed, he is covered in blood, there are still many wounds on his body, he is just a human, not like Blue Descartes, who heals at an amazing rate.

Blue Descartes is not afraid of changing injuries, and the elemental body has a powerful activity, and the injury recovers quickly, but Wordsworth can't bear it, he really can't withstand this kind of death battle with one punch and one kick now.

"Get out of here!"

Finally, Wordsworth couldn't help it, stopped pestering him, and forced him back with a direct blow.

Next, he intends to directly use the strongest blow to directly determine the victory. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will really lose in the end!

"Whew!"

His aura was constantly growing stronger, very intense, his qi was firmly locked on Blue Descartes, his eyes were constantly flowing with blood, his strength was increasing, and he was undergoing some kind of recovery.

Undaunted, Blue Descartes rushed forward again, trying to pull him into the rhythm of his attack. But it backfired, and he failed.

"Poof—"

There was a sharp pain on his face, his skin twitching, and Blue Descartes realized that he had been punched hard by Wordsworth, who had become stronger again, as if he had been violently struck by an earth-walking dragon, and the powerful attack knocked him straight away.

At this moment, Wordsworth's blood and light flowed all over his body, and he could no longer tell whether it was the color of his skin or the color of some other energy, and he stood coldly in the hall like this, like a tyrant who ruled all things, ferocious, violent, and bloodthirsty.

His face was extremely gloomy, this unknown boy had forced himself to such a point, which really made his face dull, and at the same time, his heart was also filled with a vast killing intent.

"Thankfully, I'm going to send you on your way with my secret stunt!"

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