Sherlock didn't care about his performance at this time, how much he had shocked the other party, and he naturally couldn't just let the other party grab his shoulders all the time, so as soon as he grabbed the other party's wrist, his shoulders sank at the same time, and in this instant, he broke away from the other party's hand that was enough to cinch the concrete into slag.

Niazi is a training officer of the most elite battle group of the Holy Cult Army, and he has handled those powerful warriors who can become third-order contractors, although he has not fought on the front line, but he also has very outstanding strength, which is why he thought that his hand was broken free by a miscellaneous fish. He didn't know how the other party did it, but between the lightning and flint, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, his feet were wrong, his arms were like two steel door panels, and he smashed down on the other party's brain.

The wind in the night seemed to be colder, blowing away the heat steaming from afar, and also made Sherlock more focused on the lightning-fast every move of the other party gradually becoming slow in his eyes, and the power in his body, which had been running around wildly since being healed, seemed to have finally found a worthy channel.

His staring eyes, clearly saw the huge palm that was slapped against the door, and also saw the thick calluses of the other party's palm, at this moment, the gale wind blew through his pupils, but did not let him blink, at the same time, he kicked on the ground violently, did not retreat but advanced, a heavy shoulder into the other party's arms, the thin body was obviously like a sheep into the tiger's mouth, but it smashed out a desperate taste of blood, and then sheltered, protruding elbow, The muscles in the waist and abdomen squeezed out a huge brute force for a moment with that unexplained momentum.

"Bang".

In this night breeze, it is like the huge bell on the banks of the Thames.

And with the purest muffled sound of the collision between the muscles, the bodies of the two people flew out in unison, smashed the guardrail next to the bell tower, fell vertically at a height of more than ten meters, and smashed the dome of the church, and opened a large broken hole between the oil paintings printed with holy light shining on the world, and then smashed into the hall of the church with great tragic!

The heavy scent of smoke irritated Sherlock's nostrils, and there was a hint of blood in the smell.

Maybe it was his own blood, maybe it was the other party's blood, it didn't matter, in short, this gore made Sherlock very satisfied.

In the next second, a scream sounded.

A sharp palm wind that could almost break through the flesh whistled, and Sherlock's body swept up strangely out of gravity, and then, the piece of ground just below him was cut into a distance of more than half a meter by a huge force.

He looked up at Nyaz Instructor and noticed the bright red blood on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen some kind of stimulant fill the air.

"Do you know what's the most boring thing in life?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Niazi ignored him, he was undoubtedly extremely angry at being injured by a low-level contractor, and his anger was so angry that he let out a pang of anger in his throat!

So he rushed over without a moment's pause!

A third-order contractor, even if it is a control type, also possesses great physical strength, and this movement actually brings out a chilling roar, and the thick arms are stretched to the maximum limit, and even has a wider attack range than the visual distance.

As a trainer, although he has no experience in life and death on the battlefield, he has the most preferred attack method at the moment in full theory and countless training.

So this time, Sherlock didn't dodge, or rather, he didn't hide at all, but excited, looking forward to it, feeling the suppressed power in his body, and he could only feed it in the most tragic way, so he was directly stopped and hugged by the waist, but he didn't have any panic, but made a momentary sound, I don't know if he was talking, or he was crying out in pain, anyway, because the trachea was squeezed, and the voice turned into a hoarse and weird scream.

He was held like this, and he crashed all the way, crashing through an entire wall, then the church's confessional, and a huge painted screen, the force of which made Sherlock cough up a mouthful of blood. Under this impact and squeezing, he should have become two knots, but he only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In the middle of hell, the black giant and several hellhounds also shed a trail of blood from their mouths at the same time.

Of course, Niazi didn't see this scene, so he was still desperately using all his strength, making his face become hideous and terrifying, and his facial features were completely distorted, as if he was manipulating the devil, his wheezing voice was heavy and intense, his pupils were bloodshot, and they were scarlet! He knocked over the burning candlestick, the hot wax oil and fireworks entangled in his body, the fire was cooking, but as a third-order contractor, a short period of burning could not cause effective damage to him, he was still frantically squeezing the body around him, until the 'boom' hit the huge pillar in the center of the entire church, and directly collapsed, the huge stone began to fall downward, and smashed firmly on the thin body below, and buried it without mercy.

It was only at this time that Instructor Niazi finally exhaled a breath of turbidity, used his palm wind to disperse the embers on his body, and gasped like a loss of strength.

"Huh"

A very strange guy, maybe the peak of the second stage, but he can withstand such an attack in front of him, this person must be a genius, if he reaches the third stage, it may be a powerful person who can be included in the roster.

But it doesn't matter, he's dead anyway

Niazi thought so, because under that level of crazy oppression, all the other party's organs must have been crushed, and no one could survive.

It's true that no one survives, not even Sherlock

However, those tentacles in hell seem to have finally gotten some kind of opportunity, they are finally no longer bored and sucking the corpse that has been lying for several days, and finally began to go crazy, squirming, sucking, extremely excited, the five-meter-tall pitch-black giant quickly dried up in this crazy sucking, turned into some kind of indescribable nourishment, and began to temper a body in another plane!

And in the real world, at the moment when Niazi turned around and was about to leave.

There was only a slight sound, it was the sound of some small stones rolling down from the top of the rubble ruins, and almost at the same moment, a hand suddenly reached out of it and grabbed the other person's throat!

Incomparably fast, incomparably stable, in the moment when no one reacted, a thin body had been pulled to Niazi's face, the bony palm directly blocked the supply of trachea and blood vessels, pressing it to the ground, and at the same time, a clenched white fist smashed firmly into his chest, just on the outside of the skeleton that protected the heart, like a full-speed charging steam chariot, it hit the entire chest cavity almost collapsed, and then, this force exploded from the chest to the body, His head began to roar with a shock.

Of course, this is just the beginning, Sherlock's pupils stared at the tiny area of the left chest without blinking, as if the serious injury he received just now could not affect him at all, and blood spat out of his mouth, with every swing of his fist, a large amount of spurting out, but he was still beating the other party's chest frantically, and at the moment when he heard the first bone break, his four fingers were put together, turned into a knife, and plunged into the other party's flesh and blood, and then buckled the broken bone, desperately breaking it, And pull it out!

During this whole process, Instructor Niaz naturally couldn't just bear it, he grabbed Sherlock's wrist with one hand, trying to break it open, and the other hand kept beating Sherlock's body!

Head, neck, intercostals, back, but no matter what, they can't interrupt the other party's concentration, and even the person doesn't block or dodge, just one bite at a time, squirting a lot of blood on his face But how can there be so much blood, as if there is an invisible blood bank supplying it, and he is using this way to constantly make the blood around his body more refined and pure.

The corpse of the giant in hell continued to consume, and the black skin began to slump and collapse, and then there was only a thin black film left.

In the real world, the bone was finally pulled out, and through the crack, a beating heart was clearly visible.

At this moment, Instructor Niazi finally panicked, he didn't understand what was going on at all, he wanted to say something, but his lips were squirming, but he couldn't make a sound.

Sherlock didn't care what he was going to say, just focused on thrusting his hand into the gap in the opponent's chest, curling his fingers, clenching it, and then pulling it out with a great sense of power!

At this moment, the heart didn't seem to react, it was still working hard, and on the ground, Nyaz instructor didn't even react to the death that should be done, but just gasped loudly, and didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Sherlock was covered in blood, gasping for air, and the fatal pain around him drenched in exaltation.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he grinned with blood:

"The most boring thing in life is to keep doing what you can do"

He said

But the body could no longer bear those injuries, or the exhaustion that had almost reached the extreme after tempering, and only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he fell to the spot with a bang.

And the moment he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a sparse sound of footsteps outside the church

(End of chapter)