Chapter 179: The Mask Man
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After that, he threw away his own weapon.
With a bang, Xiao Jinjin heard the sound of iron hitting the ground.
"We're the same now, oh yes. Brother, don't speak, you haven't heard my voice since this moment, I'll go to the back on the other side. I really hope that this rebellion will succeed and that I will have a chance to see you again, brother. After the man finished speaking, he put on the hood of his black robe and learned to hide the little gold on the other side of the back of the line.
The team marched towards the eighteenth floor.
No one bothered, and Xiao Jinjin's previous hanging heart was also relaxed.
As the team got closer and closer to the eighteenth floor, Xiao Jinjin began to get nervous again.
The other side.
The two young men staggered to their feet.
They looked at each other and talked, their voices very soft, and the guards could hear the voices, but they couldn't hear what was being said.
The sound of talking has stopped, and the laughter has long since fallen silent.
The atmosphere became solemn. The two youths continued to run towards the guards.
The young man who took the lead also moved, and his fighting spirit slowly condensed into an awl.
The guard gritted his teeth and began to wield his long stick.
Slowly waving and waiting for an opportunity.
The two youths rushed towards the long stick again, and the guard swung it fiercely at this time.
The forces on both sides collided again.
The two youths found that they easily picked up the long stick, and the young man who thought he had succeeded lowered his head slightly.
Seeing this, the young man who took the lead continued to sprint.
Because the two youths gave feasible hints, the leading youth pounced forward.
Trying to hit the guard's vital point, only to find that the guard disappeared in place.
It turned out that the guard had thrown away the long stick early this time, and the long stick hit the two young men with the support of his fighting spirit.
And the feeling of the two young men was indeed resisting the guards, and the real guards had already jumped.
The guard jumped high and looked clearly at the three youths below.
After the leader threw himself into the air, the guard grabbed the leader by the back.
The young man who landed on the ground held up the leader and shouted, "Don't repeat the same tricks." ā
The young man who took the lead was lifted high and waved his awl downward in a panic.
The guard sneered and held up the young man in the lead with one hand.
Leaving a hand to grab the stabbing arm.
The vindictive spirit condensed and broke it.
The young man in the lead screamed and let go of his hand.
The awl fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The guard smiled and said, "How can a guarded sixth-order warrior be easily defeated by you. ā
The youths on either side reacted and waved their awls at the forward guards.
The guard continued to jump slightly with a smile on his face, kicking a horse in the air.
Kicked the two youths out of the fifth and sixth places.
The young man in the lead screamed and said, "Run, ignore me." ā
But the young men on both sides got up and had no intention of running, and looked at the guards with fierce eyes.
The guard said calmly: "If you were all fifth-order, I might have been in a different place a long time ago, but the two fourth-order should not be bored." ā
The two youths rushed over again.
The guard shook his head helplessly and threw the leading young man over.
The two young men ran quickly to catch the young man in charge, and the three of them fell heavily to the ground because of inertia.
The defender bent down and picked up the long stick, and shouted to the place where the leader was thrown, "Fire Dragon Pursuit Stick." ā
Both hands swung the long stick up and down, and the fighting spirit continued to appear on the stick.
The flames from the friction grew higher and higher, and then the flames flew towards the position of the young man in the lead.
When the flames arrived, the three youths had no time to dodge.
The flames were blazing, and the three young men were almost screaming.
The guard panted and said, "I can't help myself. ā
A few minutes later, the flames were gone, and the three young men had been burned to a pile of bones.
"Brother has avenged you. The guard slowly put away his stick.
Just as the guard finished saying this, a piece of fire appeared in front of the guard.
"What is this?" said the defender, puzzled.
At this time, the firelight became more and more obvious, and it was actually a crowd of black oppressors.
The fire is getting closer.
The slogans began to be shouted in unison.
"Hand over the deputy chief. ā
"Hand over the deputy chief. ā
"Hand over the deputy chief. ā
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The guard frowned slightly, and looked helpless. Retreat to the door and draw the stick again.
The black-pressed crowd was armed with torches and weapons, and the slogans did not stop.
Until you come to a place ten meters in front of the guard.
The crowd's slogans ceased.
Leading the way is a masked man dressed in white.
Looking at the scene in front of you, he said, "Have you been attacked before?"
The guard clutched his weapon and replied, "So what? What do you want?"
The masked man said slowly, "Didn't I shout out what I was going to do? I can give you a chance." You get out of the way and I'll treat you as if you're dead, let's get over. ā
The guard sneered and said, "It's not that I just consumed so much, and I'll give you a chance to speak." ā
The masked man smiled and said, "What? ā
"Die, Flame Whirlwind. The guard roared.
The stick shook lightly in his hand, and a huge fireball appeared in front of the stick.
The people in the audience began to dodge, and they all avoided the direction pointed by the long stick.
The masked man did not dodge.
The stick flicked forward.
The fire shot straight at the Masked Man.
The masked man waved his hand forward quickly, and the air seemed to condense.
A white blade flashed, followed by a gust of wind blade from the masked man's hand.
Straight sliced through the fireball, shooting at the guards.
The guards tried to block it with sticks.
The stick was cut in half directly by the wind blade.
The guard covered the cut wound and said in disbelief, "Seventh-order, not eighth-order powerhouse?"
"I told you to get out of the way. The masked man said again.
The guard looked at the masked man in front of him in disbelief, and there were only two seventh-order powerhouses in the entire cottage.
The momentum exuded by the masked man in front of him was much stronger than the two seventh-order powerhouses.
The Eighth Order will review the list every year.
How could an eighth-order powerhouse who had skipped the sixth order appear in the cottage, but no one knew.
The masked man shook again, and the wind blade slashed out again.
The guard closed his eyes helplessly and muttered, "Brother, I'm going to look for you." ā
The wind blade slashed, and the guard's head was cut off.
The masked man glanced behind him, and everyone stood back with excitement on their faces.
"It's our dream. The masked man said.
The crowd ran madly towards the gate.
But I found that the door was closed and could not be opened.
Seeing this, the masked man did not make a move and said, "Isn't there a big tree on the seventeenth floor, you cut one down and use it as a siege tree to break open the gate." ā
Everyone turned around and ran down the floor.
A black-robed man beside the masked man said, "My lord, you are so powerful. Why don't you open the door with your hands?"
The masked man smiled and said, "I'm great, but I also have to maintain my strength." What if there are still strong people in it, and my fighting energy consumption is too serious?"
The black-robed man nodded his head and said, "The adult is right, the villain is stupid." (To be continued.) )