Two figures, almost clinging to each other, flew out at the same time.

One was Trollope, whose chest collapsed, spurting out a mouthful of blood and looking pained.

One is Alves, who was punched hard in the face and was a little unconscious.

The two of them flew out dozens of meters at the same time, and Alves, who had already expected him to fly, flipped his body in mid-air, landed his feet on the roof, and then slid for a long distance before stopping.

"Trollope."

However, Trollope, who was in Davide's anxious shouts, was not able to do this with Alves.

took Alves's elbow, he didn't directly break his entire chest, and he needed to thank Davide next to him, if Alves didn't need to take care of Davide on the side, and didn't gather eighty or even ninety percent of his thoughts through the "flow", he was afraid that he would have died.

Bang.

Trollope's back hit the railing of the rooftop, causing a large area of cracking, and a circle of dust and smoke rose around his body.

Shout.

"Trollope, how are you feeling?"

Instead of pursuing Alves, Davide came to's side and cared about him.

"Ahem."

Trollope coughed violently a few times, and blood kept coming out of the corners of his mouth.

"My ribs are broken, and I can't use my strength for the time being."

"You have to be careful."

Trolope is still light, the semi-sunken chest is not only as simple as breaking the ribs, but also the injuries to the internal organs.

Davide nodded, then stood up, staring solemnly at Alves dozens of meters away.

"I took a punch with all my strength, but I couldn't see much of the injury, it's really terrible physical fitness."

Davide was secretly surprised in his heart, he didn't expect Alves to be able to stand up, and his face was only swollen.

"The skull should have cracked, but luckily it didn't hurt the brain."

Alves, who was swollen with half of his face, felt the pain coming from the bones, and had an accurate judgment of his injury.

At this time, he was a little glad that when he gathered seventy percent of his thoughts on his right elbow just now, he also gathered most of the remaining thoughts above his chest, otherwise Davide's punch would really make him fall to the ground.

"It's an injury for an injury, but it's worth it."

Staring at Trolope, who was guarded by Davide, it was obvious that he had lost his ability to fight, and the situation between them had begun to reverse at this moment, and the longer the time dragged on, the more favorable it would be for Alves.

···

On the roof on the other side of the road, the battle was also fierce at this time, and Haruto Mimori and the phantom clone he created were being chased by Frend and Gerald.

With the advantage of the terrain, Haruto Mimori did not fight against them at all, and the real body kept shuttling between the phantom clones, and he also controlled the phantom clones, constantly pulling the distance between them.

The phantom clone created by Mimori Haruto, there are still three left at this time.

That's enough, though.

Because Haruto Mimori has already used the advantage of the terrain to successfully separate Fresd and Gerrard, he can no longer form a two-by-one echo trend.

Of course, Frede and Gerald saw Haruto Mimori's plan, but they didn't have a good way, and in the end they could only think of solving all the clones of Haruto Mimori as quickly as possible.

However, this is easier said than done.

The doppelganger made by Mimori Haruto, although it can't cause actual lethality, but under the control of Mimori Haruto, it has a very agile speed, and it is not so easy for them to catch up.

A clone that was being chased by Fresd was about to be shattered, and suddenly jumped into the alley between the houses.

Without much thought, Fresde followed in.

But, that's the moment.

Fresde's heart jumped, and a very bad premonition came over him, and he wanted to give up the chase again, but it was too late.

The phantom clone that he was chasing and killed just now had become the real body of Haruto Mimori, and his feet were still on the walls of the house, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"You can't escape."

Haruto Mimori leaped forward, grabbed Fresde's wrist as fast as he could, and led him down his dark alley.

"Help me!"

In the panic, Fresd shouted for help when he tried to break free, as if there was some indescribable fear in the dark alley.

Bang!

Haruto Mimori and Fresd fell to the ground at the same time, making a "bang" sound, and the ground also dented a large chunk.

The body twisted, and Haruto Mimori rode on Fresde's body, his fists raised.

"Eight Illusion Fists."

The thoughts on Mimori Haruto's body converged on his fists, and the Dao Dao fist shadow, which was difficult to distinguish between true and false, fell towards Fresde's head at a very fast speed.

Bang! Bang! Bang......

At this moment, Fresd only had the power to be beaten, and even if he wanted to use his telekinesis to escape now, it would be impossible for him to do it.

Because if Frend wants to activate his telekinesis, he must have a shadow, and if he wants to have a shadow, he must have light.

But in the depths of this dark alley, how can there be a light source that can create shadows?

"Ah!!h

In the midst of Fresde's screams, the force of Mimori Haruto's fist became more ferocious, and Fresde's crossed arms in front of his head couldn't hold on.

After seeing that Fresde's scarred arms no longer had much defensive power, the thoughts in Mimori Haruto's body erupted with a roar like a volcanic eruption.

"Practice."

Mimori Haruto's expression at this moment was extremely hideous, which made people shudder when they saw it, and the flame-like thoughts shrouded his body, bursting out with a cold and bone-chilling killing intent.

"!!"

Fresde's eyes quickly enlarged, with a fist of the tiger, which made him look extremely frightened.

"No!"

Rumble!

The screams of great horror came to an abrupt end with a "boom", and Fresde's arms were completely shattered, and his whole head was even more unrecognizable, and it was embedded in the ground on its back.

"Hoo ......"

Mimori Haruto's heavy breathing fell, and five slender blades pierced his chest at the same time.

Mimori Haruto glanced down, and the sharp blade that passed through his chest from his back suddenly exploded into a pile of light.

Gerald, who was late, condescendingly saw the situation in the alley, and couldn't help but shoot angrily.

However, the moment he revealed his killing intent, Haruto Mimori launched a virtual and real transformation, fled to the roof not far away, and left a phantom clone to him.