It's just that when the disciples of the shadow stream were cheering, Anderson, as the master of the sect, did not slow down in the slightest, and still paid attention to the situation on the high platform.

After reaching a certain stage of martial arts, the tempered body often brings some special abilities, such a martial artist can see everything more than just relying on vision, that kind of mental intuition is often more effective than vision, and Anderson is exactly like this. The reason why he cares so much about Dio is that at the moment he first met, Dio brought him the feeling of being pressed like an endless ocean, and the terrifying oppressive force made him not have the slightest grasp of the other party, plus he also knew that his backer Remy Henton Company had recently encountered ** trouble, and he was powerless to help Yingliu, so he initially put on a low profile to try to deal with today's crisis, but unfortunately Dio did not give him such a chance at all.

Don't look at the fact that Dior is surrounded by flames now, it seems that there is no way out, but in Anderson's feeling, the fire of life belonging to Dior is like the brightest light, not weakening at all, but becoming more and more vigorous.

This had to make Anderson extremely vigilant.

And on the stage, the fat man, who had become excited because he had been holding back for a long time, finally completely hit the opponent, was extremely nervous almost instantly, as if a mouse had met a natural enemy falling from the sky, and his whole body was paralyzed and trembling uncomfortably.

Stimulated by fear, the fat man howled frantically, his claws quickened again, and he grabbed at Dior's burning body, wanting to tear it apart completely.

But just before the iron claw touched Dio's body, the fat man's face suddenly felt tight, and his vision immediately darkened, that is, Dio's left hand had already pressed on his face first.

"Fire on me?"

In the contemptuous phrase, the flames in Dior's head receded as if alive, revealing his undamaged face, and then his neck, shoulders, body, and limbs, all the flames retreated, but instead of disappearing directly, they continued to move and concentrate towards his left hand.

All this happened in an instant, and the audience saw that the flames suddenly disappeared from Dior's body, and then his left hand flashed a dazzling red light, and a violent explosion sounded, and the fat man's mountain-like body was suddenly blown away, and it fell to the ground outside the high platform, shaking up a large cloud of dust.

The shadow stream disciples below watched this scene in shock, and only reacted after a while, and several people closest to the place where the fat man fell hurriedly ran over, but all they saw was the body whose head was charred and broken, and there was no possibility of survival.

At this time, the clothes on Dior's body on the stage were already tattered, after all, this clothes did not have resistance to flames, he simply ripped off the clothes on his upper body, moved his body, and the strong muscles of his upper body suddenly writhed.

"Anderson, don't waste time, you can come up directly, the others here can't even stop me. Dior pointed at Anderson and said unceremoniously: "Expect them to consume my physical strength, don't dream, it's not even enough to warm me up." ”

Dior's arrogant words suddenly made the shadow stream disciples below stir up and make noisy sounds, but despite this, none of them dared to really stand opposite Dior, the fat man before was already the most outstanding in their generation, and they knew that they had a few pounds and a few taels, and they knew very well the gap between them and Dior.

Dio's words may be a bit exaggerated, but the shadow stream disciples present know that even if they can really consume Dior's physical strength, it is not that one or two will be consumed, and going on stage is a life of nine deaths.

Paving the way for others with their own lives is not necessarily successful, and it is clear that they are not yet so highly conscious.

As a result, the eyes of everyone present began to focus on the door owner Anderson.

In this case, Anderson, as the only hope for the disciples of the Shadow Stream, has been forced into a corner by Dio, and has no choice.

After a while, an expressionless Anderson slowly walked out of the crowd and walked all the way to the high platform.

"Very well, I hope you are a little more satisfied with your performance. Dior smiled, the muscles behind him already tense like a tightrope, ready for him to burst out with maximum strength.

"You're looking for death. Anderson's face turned grim, and a powerful murderous aura permeated the air.

"Then give it a try. ”

The next moment, the two leaned forward almost at the same time, and almost instantly entered the face-to-face distance with their opponents.

Bang bang bang!

In a few seconds, the two directly exchanged hands more than ten times, and the sound of fists and feet intersecting like a torrential rain was endless.

More than ten seconds later, there was a muffled bang, and the two of them instantly retreated. Dior took a big step back with a calm face, his face was calm, only his pupils began to shimmer with a dull golden luster, and Anderson took several steps back, each foot stepping on a shallow footprint on the stone floor of the high platform, constantly bringing up clusters of dust, and his face was a little pale.

It's just that in this round of confrontation, the strength and weakness are immediately emerging.

"Is that all? It's disappointing. ”

Dior's leisurely words were like a heavy hammer constantly striking on the shadow stream disciples who were watching the battle, seeing that the strongest sect master in the door could not have the slightest advantage in front of this powerful door breaker, who else could be expected to stop him?

A wave of despair began to creep in between them.

Anderson didn't say anything, lowered his head and began to move sideways, just a time when he couldn't breathe, his figure blurred all of a sudden, and after a while, the blurred figure split into two, and turned into two Andersons, and then the two Andersons moved in different directions, and then each separated into one Anderson, and soon a third split occurred, after this split, a total of sixteen Anderson's figures formed a circle with Dio as the center, completely enclosing him inside.

"A shadow illusion created by speed and some special means?"

Dio didn't care at all on his face, but he had already raised his vigilance in his heart, the shadow form in the Gray Scale Four Style had a similar effect, and there was also a description of the secret weapon with a similar effect in the secret arsenal, and he would never be negligent when he knew the power of it.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and his right fist backhanded behind him, and the hard phalanges immediately hit the same hard object.

Turning around, Dio saw a Anderson who was rapidly retreating, and at some point there was a strange white metal fist in his hand, which had just collided with his fist.

The next moment Anderson retreated into the shadows, and all the shadows writhed and blurred at the same time, and then Anderson, who had retreated, disappeared, and then sixteen shadows returned to their original state.

"With such a fast speed and such a weird secret weapon, it seems that there is still a set of shadows that can exist for so long. ”

Dio thought solemnly, but his body was not slow at all, and the next moment he had already turned around again, swinging his fist, and repelling Anderson who attacked again.

Next, a shadow was faintly visible around Dior's side revolving around him at high speed, and those Anderson shadows on the periphery kept jumping out, attacking Dio again and again, looking at it from the periphery, it seemed that countless Andersons were besieging Dio alone, but Dio simply kept turning around and swinging his fist, and the sound of continuous metal collision sounded, which was his fist and Anderson's white metal fist gloves colliding at high speed.

The shadow stream disciples who watched the battle immediately cheered, in their opinion, the door master Anderson finally used a trick to suppress the invincible Dio, and the next thing was to completely defeat Dio with continuous attacks.

Dior, who seemed to be in danger, was not moved by the outside situation at all, and still accurately defended every attack of Anderson, which seemed to be dangerous, but was actually as stable as a rock.

He knows very well that this kind of high-speed attack that forcibly dominates the battle is definitely not light for the user's own consumption, if it drags it down, then it must be that he has more advantage in defending the counterattack, and the best thing in the martial arts mystery of the Gray Scale Martial Arts Pavilion is to prevent the counterattack, there is no need to hit it hard at all, dragging it can drag Anderson to death, and now what he wants to avoid is to let himself suffer injuries that cannot be healed in a short period of time, and use the lowest consumption to destroy the shadow stream.

With this in mind, Dio continued to respond to Anderson's increasingly fierce attacks without arrogance, calculating Anderson's critical point based on the strength and speed of each attack.

"It's coming. ”

After a minute or two, Dior's heart moved, and a strong sense of threat hit his heart, and he immediately knew that this was Anderson's desperate life.

Before he had time to think about it, he launched in vain and slashed towards the place where the danger came, bringing a violent whistling sound.

Only then did he see what the sense of danger was.

A slender golden stabbing sword was held in Anderson's hand at some point, and it stabbed towards him with great speed, and he could even see that the sword body composed of their strange runes continued to emit light and light, as if it was breathing.

Clang!

The attacks of both sides slammed into each other!

A loud bang rang in the ears of the two nearest people.

At this moment, the corners of Dior's mouth curved into an arc, and his right hand had already grasped Anderson's sword-holding hand, and his true body with a look of shock and fear was tightly controlled.

"It's over. ”

Dior's face was indifferent, and he used his strength under his feet, and the whole person bullied into Anderson's arms, and slammed his right shoulder into Anderson's chest.

With a bang, Anderson's body was directly knocked out.

At this point, Dio took another step forward, raised his right foot, and then slashed down.

Bang!

Gao Tai shook violently, and Anderson, who was flying backwards, was actually chopped down by Dior's volley, hit the ground heavily, and curled up directly into a ball, constantly vomiting blood.

Dio stepped forward, leaned short, and reached out with his right hand to grab Anderson's neck and lift him up, holding it high in the air.

"It's so weak. ”

With a click, in front of the Shadow Flow disciples present, Anderson's neck bone was directly twisted.