"Kill him, don't leave the body. ”

"Hah, that's nice... The blue-haired young man just wanted to say something, the three fast attacks had already come, and the blue-haired young man was in a hurry to dodge, but fate didn't seem to like him.

"Smack" "Butch"

"Daqi" attacked him three times, and the powerful lateral force drilled a bowl-sized hole, hitting the three blue-haired youths back, dodging the opponent's powerful counterattack. There were also three holes in the ice wall, which were made by the blue-haired young man. Each of them has a strong owner.

The blue-haired young man stared at several masters with wide eyes. His heart trembled like a wall of ice. Is God calling me? The blue-haired young man was desperate, and if he felt right, the four masters in the boxing ring, each of them no less capable than him, and two of them took a deep breath and had probably entered his dream.

"Who are you and why are you against me, Poseidon?" Passers-by touched his fists, and the blue-haired young man's blood splattered out, red blood splattered on his face, making him look like a devil.

"God's command is to kill you, not the corpse"

God, the blue-haired young man didn't have time to think about the meaning of the word, the masters had disappeared, and Howard, who was still in place, smiled at him and threw out several jars of unlucky-looking potions.

A thick green mist rose, and although he had made himself a gas mask to control the flow of water, the blue-haired young man suddenly felt dizzy. In fast-moving, high-level battles, a brief stun can be decisive.

"Chi" long red claws passed through the chest, and then stretched out the fragments that had already hooked the internal organs, and the blue-haired youth spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were scattered to the ground.

"I can't die here yet, I still have... Work to do," whispered the blue-haired young man, who fanatically pursued for the purposes of the church, the last of his strength, his body flickering in mid-air, and the next thing you know, you left behind a large lump of ice. He himself appeared on the other side of the ice wall, apparently replacing it with his own corpse and ice.

"I'm willing to sacrifice everything to accomplish my mission," the blue-haired young man sneered, his energy center emanating from him, a circle of icy blue erupting from under his feet, surrounded by icicles wherever he went.

"Against the frozen earth," Howard frowned in the distance, throwing both vials out with all his might. Just as the vials were approaching the frozen ground, a thorn on the ground punctured them. The crimson solution slid across the ice like flowing lava, leaving a glistening obsidian trail, but it didn't touch the blue-haired young man.

Then on the other side, the figures of the other three masters, who walked into the ice with wild steps, smooth as ice crystals in a mirror, were crushed by them and roared at the blue-haired young man.

The blue-haired youth shouted loudly, and after accumulating days of cold breathing from the dantian, his bright green eyes suddenly turned pale blue, and the ends of his hair were covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Oh! " The cone-shaped breath of extreme cold was spewed out by him, and the three masters in the distance quickly turned, a murderous light flashed in the eyes of the armored car, and several deformed flesh-and-blood monsters appeared in front of the blue-haired youth.

Faced with bloody monsters in all directions, the blue-haired young man's mouth bulged and his breath turned into a fan that covered a larger area. The attack range has been reduced by half, but the coverage has reached a staggering 180 degrees.

The extreme cold causes the flesh monster's blood vessels to burst. Flesh monsters grow a set of sharp red ice spikes from the inside out.

The blood coagulates directly into the ice, and at this time, the flesh-and-blood monster turns into a bug. However, this attack made way for a few passers-by, and seeing their imminent appearance, the blue-haired youth ruthlessly burst out with all his energy.

"Confrontation... Ice Dragon Soaring"

"Where's that bastard who hurt my brother!Let him see my iron fist!" A voice suddenly came from behind, the blue-haired youth struggled, the blue-haired youth suddenly felt bad, but the rest had already entered the rear according to the established route and could only attack strongly.

Behind him appeared a blue dragon-shaped statue, all made of sharp ice crystals, looking fierce. A fierce dragon shadow was about to fly out when a rough hand suddenly strangled its neck. Who made quails out of ice sculptures? Very good. ”

The sound of rough ore came from above, and the blue-haired youth looked up, only to see that the shadow of the ice crystal that he had hoped for was pressed in his hand, and the tremors around him could not come out. Damn, why so many nosy people.

The blue-haired young man gritted his teeth and forced the mind control ice dragon phantom, but he didn't expect a heavy palm to hit his back with a bang, but the inside information that ran up was directly dispersed.

"Young man, I don't seem to have seen you before" A huge figure appeared from behind, a vicious face, two palms straight down, the extremely weak blue-haired young man had nowhere to hide, and was punched by a blunt man.

When the palm of the hand touched the back, a huge force entered the body, and the first rib was blown to pieces, and the rest was broken in two. You are not in good physical fitness, and you still need to exercise your rugged figure Hehe laughed twice, and the blue-haired young man with straight back crashed into the ice wall. Looks like I'm late. What happened to the bastard who killed John Terry? ”

When Howard saw the guest, he looked at the blue-haired young man with pitiful eyes, "Don't play with that poor fellow, Bollon," he said, "and send him to Poseidon." The blue-haired young man, who had only a moment's time, was brought to him by his coat, and in his misty eyes was a generous face with a vicious smile on it.

"It's been a long time since I've played with these kids," he said, his right fist clenched, and the ice dragon let out a whimper that was immediately crushed to pieces.

The blonde man shook his hand, grabbed the ice cube with his right hand, and slapped the blue-haired young man, the remnants of the ice dragon's shadow were cold and sharp, and the blue-haired young man felt a pain in his face, and then lost the sensation in his left cheek. The blue-haired young man on the verge of death couldn't help but sneer when he saw the terrible wound on his right cheek, and at the same time he felt a sense of despair.

"Die with me! Long live Protestantism!"

"The art of mystery... Iceman's Field"