Song Ziyu certainly knew Vermeer's thoughts.

Vermil was annoyed by the harassment of this Son Dracula.

However, Song Ziyu still decided to make a move.

Of course, I didn't shoot it myself to give Vermeer a head, but to deter these guys!

There is a way that one punch can be opened, so as not to come with a hundred punches.

That's what I'm talking about.

If you want to go up to the holy mountain, you must stand up, otherwise, the ghost will know how many moths are behind you.

Song Ziyu took a step forward, and then reconfirmed, "Are you sure you want to do it with me?"

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here and die!"

Dracula was very arrogant, and when he spoke, he didn't forget to look around, and as far as he could see, there were those saints watching the excitement.

It is clear that the Son Dracula also wants to use this opportunity to promote his own force.

Coincidentally, so did I.

Then, this battle is inevitable.

It's just that it's unknown whether it's the king of heaven and the tiger or the chicken stewed with mushrooms.

King Kong Battle*** maybe.

Song Ziyu slowly walked out of the faceless armor who hugged him, but Ah Fa stopped in front of him.

"You don't have to do it yourself, I can do it for you." Ah Fa, with a cigar in his mouth, was eager to try it.

Obviously, Ah Fa, who has recovered from his injuries, wants to try his catties.

This pig-like guy in front of him is definitely a good whetstone for Ah Fa.

However, Song Ziyu politely rejected Ah Fa's kindness.

"I'd better come, someone is watching."

Song Ziyu looked into the void and seemed to glance at each other with a pair of eyes that did not belong here.

Song Ziyu knew that some powerful guys were peeking at him.

Want to see Lao Tzu's strength?

Then give you this chance!

Battle, on the verge of breaking out!

"Boy, dare to play with my woman? I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

A red lightning bolt struck!

The scorching light flickered with the figure.

The Holy Son Dracula screamed and charged towards Song Ziyu.

I have to say that the speed of the Holy Son Dracula is indeed very fast, much faster than the average person, and it is estimated that Bolt can only eat dust when he comes.

The figure flashed by!

Dracula approached as fast as a red jumping dragon, and his speed combined with inertia made Dracula's every leap seem like trampling the ground.

The powerful aura blew a red whirlwind.

This whirlwind soars upwards and has the power to shake the sky.

"Oh, what a commotion!"

Faced with the terrifying power of the Holy Son Dracula, Song Ziyu actually whistled.

This fucking doesn't regard Dracula as an opponent at all.

"Boy, are you despising me? Ahh

The Holy Son Dracula was furious and crashed directly into Song Ziyu.

That's right.

The reckless man's attack is as simple as that, direct and brutal.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the Holy Son Dracula, even if he hits, he can kill the whole disgusting guy in front of him!

But Dracula miscalculated.

He rolled up all the dust around him, and howled through with a gust of wind.

The imaginary impact did not come, and Dracula rushed out for hundreds of meters, and suddenly turned around, only to find that he had hit a lonely one.

Finally stopped, Dracula looked back, but saw that Song Ziyu, who he wanted to kill, was still standing motionless.

Weird!

Weird!

I'm afraid it's not my eyesight?

Dracula stood there bewildered, not knowing what was wrong.

"It's fast, it's just a bad brain." Song Ziyu commented on the matter

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Poof!

There was a burst of laughter from all around, and it was the Holy Clan who were watching the battle.

These Holy Clans expected to see a close battle, but they didn't expect that now it seemed that it turned out to be like a monkey.

How this doesn't make everyone want to laugh.

The laughter made Dracula angry.

Thinking about how prominent his status in the Templar was, and being ridiculed, Dracula was a little furious on the spot.

"What are you laughing at? Do you want to die?"

Dracula roared loudly.

Hearing Dracula's roar, everyone fell silent.

Immediately, Dracula counted all the humiliation on Song Ziyu's head.

Without a word, Dracula charged again.

This time!

Dracula's speed is faster, and the energy that bursts out of his body is more powerful.

But unfortunately, Dracula still hit a lonely one.

"Bastard, do you know how to dodge?"

Dracula hit the air twice in a row, and the whole person was a little manic: "You have a kind of don't hide."

"Hehe, if I don't hide, you may be miserable." Song Ziyu said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, come and die!"

Dracula no longer clashed into each other, but walked towards Song Ziyu step by step.

This is the rhythm of clenching his fists and preparing to smash Song Ziyu's skull.

Looking at Dracula who came step by step, Song Ziyu looked at it lightly, with a smile on his face.

"You know what? When I look at your face, I feel an anger that wants to tear your face to shreds." Dracula is approaching.

"If you have the skills, you can do it." Song Ziyu smiled faintly.

Finally, the two met at a very short distance!

"I've got you!" Dracula smiled fiercely and stretched out his hand to grab Song Ziyu.

Dracula's shot is not ruthless, full of explosive power.

However!

Facing the sandbag-sized fist, Song Ziyu was not afraid, but raised his slap.

What is this?

Seeing the way Song Ziyu fought back, Dracula couldn't help but be slightly stunned, completely unable to understand how Song Ziyu was going to deal with him.

Then the next second, Dracula knew.

The slap seemed slow, and it was only too late after Dracula's shot.

But!

This slap came first like a ghost, first swinging his corpse claws with his hand, and then slapping himself in the face.

However......

Dracula felt like the world was spinning, and his brain seemed to crack.

And then, and then there was no more and no more.

Song Ziyu directly slapped Dracula's neck, and by the way, he beat his head to pieces.

At this time, Dracula was about the last breath left hanging for his life.

Song Ziyu was a little dissatisfied with such a result.

"The brain is quite hard."

Song Ziyu muttered, ready to step forward and make up for Dracula's head.

At this time, the entire gladiatorial arena was silent!

Everyone was slapped by Song Ziyu's sudden slap and couldn't come back to their senses!

"This kid has grown to this point." Ah Fa couldn't help but admire.

Song Ziyu raised his feet, and his movements were very slow.

Song Ziyu was waiting, waiting for the owner of those pairs of eyes to react.

You guys behind the scenes, if you don't say it, I'm really going to step on it.

"Stop!"

The sound is like a thunderbolt.

Above the sky, a huge and thick bony hand suddenly poked out of the clouds of the snow-capped mountain, and slapped towards Song Ziyu viciously.

Is this fucking planning to shoot Song Ziyu into meat puree in one go?

"Well done!"

Song Ziyu was not afraid, and even raised his hand and shook it towards the sky.

Bang!

Turning over the river and the sea!

The sun and the moon are reversed!

An incredible scene occurred.

The bone claw, which was more than one meter in diameter, was directly frozen in mid-air by the air wall and could not fall.

Song Ziyu stood under the bone claws with an awe-inspiring evil spirit, and his momentum was so terrifying that even in the face of an indescribable monster, Song Ziyu still looked very light.

The two sides were at a stalemate for about a few seconds, and the atmospheric pressure at the foot of the snow-capped mountains seemed to be affected and became extremely oppressive.

"Still not letting go? Don't blame me for not saving face for you."

Song Ziyu suddenly spoke, speaking lightly into the void.

At the same time, Song Ziyu's hand slowly touched his waist.

At the waist, there is a saber.

The blade slowly unsheathed only a third of the way, and the white light of the tiger's roar seemed to be uncontrollable.

It was as if he felt the great killing power transmitted from the blade.

The bone palm above the sky was directly withdrawn.

The condensed air finally returned to its original state, and a figure flew from the sky.

The person who came looked like a fairy wind bone, wearing a blue-gray robe, and his hair was raised in the air.

Hey, good guys.

At a glance, he thought he was a master, but Song Ziyu took a closer look, and the pupils of this old guy's skeletal face were blooming with a terrifying red light...... What is it if it's not an amazing zombie?

The old zombie came in the clouds and slowly landed in front of Song Ziyu.

Without an introduction, there was a rush to their knees.

Almost everyone, including Vermeer, knelt on the ground and saluted to the old zombie in front of them.

"See Lord Juggernaut!"

"Lord for thousands of generations."

"Lord Lord, Blessing the Heavens."

"The Lord is invincible in the world and rules the world."

"Dominate the Lord for a thousand years, and the dragon soars all over the world!"

In the deafening sound of singing praises of virtue, Song Ziyu's head was a little buzzing.

When do zombies like to engage in this kind of ***?

It's really ***!

"You're the Master of the Templar."

Song Ziyu slowly withdrew the half-drawn knife, then took out a cigarette case and lit one for himself.

"Your Excellency is very strong, and his strength far exceeds that of ordinary saint people, so he must not be an unknown person."

The Templar Master spoke slowly, "But you are like this, why are you bullying juniors here?"

"Is this a reason for not being beaten?" Song Ziyu said lightly.

"You still need to see the owner to beat the dog, you don't give me face too much."

The Templar Dominant.

"Your dog bites people everywhere, how can I give you face?" Song Ziyu said coldly: "Don't think I don't know, when these things happen, you are hiding in the dark and secretly paying attention, I'm afraid that if I lose, then I will die a rotten death, you can't beat this holy son, you just burst out and intervene, it's really a bit shameless."

"Your Excellency's tone seems to have come to my Dark Sanctuary specifically to find fault." The Templar Master's expression grew stiffer.

At this time, Vermeer stepped forward and whispered an introduction in the ear of the Templar Master.

After hearing these words, the Templar Master's face changed again, "It turned out to be the hero of the New World who defeated the Hidden Alliance! It's a bit rude."

Song Ziyu couldn't help but touch his head.

This old guy, can he change his face faster than he can turn a book?