The black sperm made up his mind and prepared to attack the Infinity Knight in front of him.

Until then, though, he still has one thing to deal with.

Touch!

Another heavy punch struck the Atomic Samurai.

It's not that the black spirit really wants to end up as a sandbag warrior at this time, it's just that the atomic warrior is also an S-class hero, and even if he is captured by the enemy, he can still maintain a considerable threat.

So before starting a war with that Infinite Knight, at least the sword in the hands of the Atomic Samurai should be thrown away.

"Let it go!"

This is the black spirit's brief warning to the Atomic Samurai.

"Not really!"

This is the dignity of the Atomic Samurai as a top swordsman.

Bang!

The black sperm didn't speak again, he just responded with a fist the size of a water tank to the dignity of the sandbag samurai.

"No."

This time, the Atomic Warrior responded to the black sperm with a hint of tremor in his voice, and his tone was not as resolute as before.

Bang!!

The black spirit's fist has been upgraded from a water tank to the front of a truck.

"Just... Whew"

The Atomic Samurai had wanted to be harder in his mouth, but after seeing the black sperm's arm change from a fist to a pair of scissors, he knew that if he was a little later, then he would have to teach the one-armed sword technique of Iaigang himself.

At this time, the atomic warrior wanted to ask Zhuang Bufan, who was still standing there watching the excitement, and he wanted to ask that guy when he was going to take action to deal with this target monster.

In fact, Zhuang Bufan himself is not just watching the show, although he is indeed ready to solve the black essence with his own hands.

But considering that there is an ordinary elementary school student next to him, the snot male child is still here.

So before the war, Zhuang Bufan, who was not very good at refining the manipulation of mental power, was constantly trying to build a small shelter for him.

It's not like making a solid stone ball out of rock, and it's not like building a shelter from the elements.

It is indeed a time-consuming project to pinch out a protective shield with enough defense power to resist the attack power of strong ghosts and above, and not to pinch the snot male children inside.

Zhuang Bufan had just pinched a protective shield with a diameter of about one meter and a half here, and the black sperm over there was dragging the atomic warrior by the hair and dragging him towards him.

"Ah——! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! My hair!! ”

After all, the black spirit is still a weirdo, and he also knows very well that the sandbag warrior in his hand is still very naïve.

Naturally, he used an extremely rough way, like a barbarian king dragging a knife, dragging the atomic samurai to charge.

But this was not a pleasant experience for the Atomic Samurai.

The pain caused by the collision of the skull with the ground along the way was secondary, and the most important thing was his well-maintained hair.

When people reach middle age, there are always a few things that can make them feel satisfied.

With no additional tasks or training plans, the Atomic Samurai would go home by 8 o'clock every night, without smoking or drinking.

Even he adhered to the creed of going to sleep before eleven o'clock at night, and would quietly drink a glass of hot milk before going to bed, resolutely not leaving the exhaustion until the next day.

It can be said that he throws out his S-class hero and the identity of a top swordsman.

The Atomic Samurai is just a boring middle-aged uncle.

And for such a middle-aged uncle, in addition to his career achievements, the only thing that can do it and make him proud is his black and thick hair.

It is conceivable that the atomic warrior who fell into the hands of the black spirit at this moment was not only suffering physical torture, but more importantly, his heart was dripping blood.

Lord's hair!

Unfortunately, the Atomic Samurai's wail did not win the sympathy of the black sperm.

Even Zhuang Bufan didn't care.

This guy was about to set fire to the black spirit, and he didn't care if his flames would burn the Atomic Samurai bald.

At most, it is to say a sentence like "the wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows" afterwards to comfort me.

In fact, he did.

I saw that Zhuang Bufan's orb representing the flame element was shining slightly, and two fiery red flames immediately appeared in his two palms.

As the light of the orb behind Zhuang Bufan soared, the fireball in his hand continued to expand, rotate, and compress, and finally formed two flame spears.

At the same time, as the temperature of the flame increased, the color of the two flame guns gradually changed.

First from red to blue, then from blue to gold, and finally two golden flame spears nearly two meters long were formed and floated in Zhuang Bufan's hands.

There is no doubt that for a strange person like the black spirit who is immune to physical attacks, the magic skill is his nemesis.

But black sperm is not without countermeasures.

I saw that he casually threw the atomic warrior in front of him, supported his old waist with his elbow, and used him as a shield to continue to charge forward.

Disgrace! There is no doubt that this act of the black sperm is a naked mockery of the sandbag warrior.

What's even more terrifying is that Zhuang Bufan's stinky boy didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

The Atomic Samurai was not afraid of death, let alone injury, he was just worried that he would not be so dignified when he died.

No one would think that when they die, they will be burned bald, and there is a high probability that the clothes on their bodies will be burned.

Frankly, if the Black Spirit hadn't given the Atomic Samurai those two punches, he would have been forced to throw away his Atomic Slash.

Then maybe this shield called Sandbag Warrior will also help him draw his knife and slash at Zhuang Bufan's flame spear.

Even if it was his teammate, the Atomic Samurai in this scenario would definitely not be relentless.

Unfortunately, the Atomic Samurai at this time did not have the ability to resist.

After losing his sword, although he still had some punches and kicks, it was obviously not enough for him to break free from the claws of black sperm.

At this time, the atomic warrior looked at the two golden flame spears, and only felt that the light of the flames was a little green.

Maybe this is not the illusion of the atomic samurai, because at this moment his face is green and blue under the light of the flame spear!!

At this time, the black essence was only less than sixty meters away from Zhuang Bufan, and the flame spear in Zhuang Bufan's hand was just condensed to the extreme.

"Flame Gun! Ignorant of fire!! ”

Zhuang Bufan shouted, his arms forward, and made a flying motion, and the two flame spears flew straight towards the atomic warrior.

“WDNMD！ You've really done it!! ”

Seeing that Zhuang Bufan, who had no intention of leaving his hand at all, the heart of the atomic warrior was desperate.

At this distance, he had no chance to struggle, and could only silently wait for the judgment of fate.

Who knew that the flame spear was about to hit the atomic warrior, it quickly collapsed into a huge fireball, and then turned into two flame snakes and bypassed the atomic warrior's chest and abdomen.

"Alas-I didn't hit it~ Actually, this is my real offensive line!"

I have to say that Zhuang Bufan's way of attacking was indeed very ingenious, and the flames swept past the atomic warrior's side at the last moment, so that he was almost unharmed.

As for why it's almost.

The Atomic Samurai smelled the smell of burning pig hair coming from the top of his head, and he didn't need to look at him to know that his hair was definitely scorched by this guy!