Crunch!!

There is the sound of the neck twisting neatly, and the slight noise is amplified by overlapping. The huge stadium was just a short distance away, and the ridges moved at the same time, but the crunching sounds echoed in West's head, one after the other.

All the visitors were back to normal, admiring the sculptures, whispering to each other, and some smooth surfaces that looked passionate about art. In a scene that goes from extreme to extreme, extreme to extreme, and from extreme to extreme, West's heart beats, and the sculpture gallery is like a terrifying wonderland that hides monsters under the costumes of ordinary tourists.

The real horror is the owner of a terrarium who can control all the monsters in an instant, and observe them with a smile.

A black finger pointed at Ouyang Dao's lower back, and the old man's body flew out like a snake, out of the trap's control. The sudden rise of a thin piece of armor blocked the old man's attack, Meng Lie's strength was blocked by the thin armor, defeated by the power of the wind, Sist's body was unstable for a while, and rolled backwards twice.

"I, Goode, have come to teach you," said the old man in white, his cold, useless hand commanding his fist, and the wind in his hand like a giant picking up a hammer.

"Fight back... Counterattack! Gu Juan, the old man in white muttered, his arms spinning like windmills, his huge long-handled warhammer swinging, his glittering iron fist striking directly.

"Tong... With a pop, Ouyang Dao looked at the old man with a smile, and a thin piece of shards in front of him kept shaking, like a tuning fork like a harmonious and pleasant wave.

"Don't be so grumpy, old fellow"

"Oh, I'm nothing compared to you!" The old man stepped back, his fists hidden at the sides of his ribs, his muscles thundering, his blood vessels bursting.

"Fence... Liangshan Pinglan hit! The old man suddenly took a sip and quickly swung his fist at Ouyang Dao's face, and the dragon walking underground easily blocked the stone and quickly blocked the old man's fist. But the power of the blow made the dragon a miracle.

The force of this blow was not even as great as the blow just now. However, the actions of the old man in white solved the problem. It's not his fist that he wants to kill, it's your knee! A shadow of a gun appears above your knee.

The name of the shooting was Shushan Pinglan, but it was not the kind of neutral attack. The knee is one of the best parts of the body to attack. This attack is on the side of the boxer, and the powerful combination of the professional boxer's ability to control his body to a certain extent can only be opened from the inside.

It's like getting into the human lineage, reaching a certain level, and then getting feedback from the bloodline. Although the feedback from different bloodlines is strange and obvious, the cultivation of pure human kung fu is that no one can show supreme power. The old man in white had a glint of joy in his eyes, because he was about to hit Ouyang Dao.

As long as this blow, the rhythm of the battle is now controlled by me, whether it is healing or escaping, this so-called master will not last long in this life. But the old man's gaze did not appear, and at the moment when his knees flew forward, the sharp shadow of the gun suddenly disappeared, the old man's left leg suddenly relaxed, and the power of the attack suddenly weakened by a large part of the moment.

The sound of "popping" knees colliding with the currents reminded the old man of his practice as a child, when he was learning martial arts at a school and practicing his knees in surfing downstream. Then every vicious knee causes a huge splash of water, like the pounding sound of knees and water like this now.

The old man's eyes were fixed on Ouyang Dao, Ouyang Dao's body was covered with a thin film of water, and he violently attacked this film, but it had no effect, only a little ripple.

"I didn't expect anyone else to be the Joker of Megatron and the Lion City"

"Why are you kidding me, old man? I'm sure you've memorized all the information by now. I have a dozen people under me, big and small, don't you know? Gu Juan's face twitched.

The number gave him a bad feeling, and a word of wisdom echoed in his head.

The other side once controlled the warrior graveyard of the Hunters' Guild. After the incident, the cemetery was completely closed by the Hunters' Association, and several strong bodies were suspected of being lost. However, rumor has it that the guild has lost all its bodies in the cemetery.

When Gudrun first saw the news, he was dismissive. Even if the Death Cult leader and the Joker storm the cemetery, stealing a few corpses is a good option. It's funny to say that you stole all the corpses. At that time, the old man was very angry with the news, and his intelligence officers were scolded by him for a long time.

If it weren't for the advice of Mariah Carey, who was seriously wounded, he would have been willing to send the intelligence officer back to the military academy for retraining. But now he suddenly felt a breath, and a cold sweat ran down his cheeks. An angry fist was about to be raised from his left rear, he was a martial arts master, like Gu Juan, trying to push the limits of the human body.

The atmosphere between the two diggers makes them equally aggressive fighters for each other. A breeze blew northwest direction, the blue wind blew past him, the monster in the wind tore at his sleeve, and Gu Juan's arm trembled slightly under the robe. A chill rose in the north, but it was not a common chill among energy gurus, but a chill caused by extreme temperatures.

The breeze rustled with the cold, and even in a warm fur coat, Gu Juan still felt that she had come to the icy and snowy land.

The rise one after the other makes Gudian feel as if he is in a fantasy, and the absence of a large sculpture museum that actually gathers a dozen powerful masters is simply contrary to all the truths in the world. And the boxer, as a belligerent fanatics, why are you so submissive to your team?

Gu Juan's question was not answered, Ouyang Dao smiled and clapped his hands.

"It looks like you can't go back to the hotel tonight, the old man of Yalin Town" After decades of war, is he a hostage now? Gu Juan was delirious. Has he been in the Raven Guard for more than ten years, or is it the first time he has encountered such a desperate situation, dealing with a dozen masters by himself? When Ouyang Dao was about to deal with the little nobles and Westerners, the old man in white took a sip of stuffy wine.

"Collision ... A solid dragon throws a statue. ”

Ouyang Dao sighed when he heard the voice.

"Wouldn't it be nice to surrender honestly? If the power of the virus outbreak is too strong, I'm afraid I can only kill myself" The old man in white smelled the swallow, but still laughed out loud, and little by little, the ice crystals on his body disappeared, and the blade of the wind passed through his body again, leaving only a small scratch on his skin.

Far away, a white medicine bottle flew over. The old man in white smashed it with his fist. The air in the broken bottle suddenly turned into an extremely cold current.

A huge white solid crystal suddenly condensed into the air, and the liquid in the bottle had not even touched the ground before it had completely melted into icicles. These pure white ice crystals hit the old man, and the white bearskin coat made several large holes in an instant, and the extremely cold temperature attracted the fur on the clothes to the ice crystals, and the ice crystals that came into contact with them were pressed into extremely small particles.

The old man's skin was covered with tiny ice crystals, which made him look red.

Each crystal represents frostbite. The old man's body shivered in the extreme cold, even though he had begun to protect himself. A coiled python suddenly appeared on him, and the old man shook his soul as the frozen ice crystals slowly melted.

The old man snorted coldly, and Sist, who was standing next to him, sneezed heavily, the cold did not seem to affect the old man, but for Sistt and some nobles, it was a deadly temperature. The target of the attack was the elderly, but the nobles to the west were the most seriously injured.

"Caring about others?" "Old man, you look down on me," Ouyang Dao said, his face was cold, he hated trouble, and even more hated repeated troublemakers. It is true that chemists do not produce temperatures as low as the pure cold temperatures in the energy field, but they tend to do so in a more comprehensive way.

A green liquid ray and a red liquid ray pierced directly, and the old man in white just wanted to avoid it, but found that these two rays were also aimed at the two nobles behind him.

"Despicable!" The old man whispered, and the ghost of the python reappeared. Bright green liquid rays meet red-hot liquid rays, extreme toxins meet extreme heat, and large amounts of toxic gases are produced.

The old man's eyes stared, he felt the intensity of the fog, his left arm and chest, where the wound was exposed, gradually lost consciousness, and his heartbeat dropped from 430 to 320 days per minute. This accurate perception comes from the absolute control of the body of the warrior, and the slowing of the heartbeat means a decrease in the blood supply. While warriors pursue the hidden powers of humanity itself, like warriors of other bloodlines, blood is often a symbol of strength.

The slow blood supply and slow hematopoiesis of the heart mean that the physical strength of the elderly will be greatly reduced.

West struggled, and the old man looked back to see that his heart had stopped beating, his lungs and stomach were twitching, and if you looked closely, his trachea was contracting.

The old man turned around and pointed, the diameter made the other person's heart tickle, the residual force released the narrowed airway, West's panting suddenly thickened, and he couldn't stop breathing.

The old man will no longer care about him, and it has always been his kindness to help heal, and as for the perfect cure, he will go to the church afterwards to find the god of light and persevere.

At this time, Ouyang Dao had retreated to a statue of a fisherman, his sharp harpoon had antennae, and the long tentacles were wrapped around the fork of the harpoon, which made the sharp blade look like it was stuck. The fisherman's feet were carved with webbed feet, and Ouyang Dao sat on the base of the statue, his hands resting on each other's broad flippers, like a king holding a throne. The heartbeat is getting slower.

The old man gently tapped his chest with his fist. While some of the paralyzed muscles had recovered, the poison was still working and his sense of the body was waning. The old guy knew he didn't have time to fight.

At this time, the sculpture museum was also quiet, the secret breathing of a dozen masters, eagle-like eyes scanned the surroundings, but they could not find each other's hiding places. The unique atmosphere of the masterclass floated clearly in the gymnasium, a sculpture museum that was not a hidden office, how could it be impossible not to find a hiding place for the masterclass? The solid dragon throwing statue he uses is exhausting.

The lack of energy supply displeased the tyrannical method and absorbed his life force. The old man frowned, since he knew this secret, he had never experienced such a chaotic battle situation, and naturally he didn't know the consequences of this secret. It can actually absorb the user's vitality as a supplement, what is this prank?

The old man frowned, the situation did not allow him to think of anything else. Seven or eight young nobles were already stiffened by an overdose of poison, and a group of unknown tourists were waiting nearby, and he had to make a decision.

The old man took a deep breath, looked at Ouyang Dao with a look of remorse, turned the best things in his hand, and walked towards the door of the sculpture hall.

"Isn't it too late to escape?"

Ouyang Dao, who was sitting on the throne, asked softly, but the old man refused to answer. His already paralyzed muscles began to contract, and all the blood rushed to the surface of his skin. With the tremendous changes in his body, Ouyang Dao also felt the huge energy from the other party, a power master, hidden in the shadows, and gave Ouyang Dao a message back, and the other party was accumulating a strong spiritual will.

Is this some kind of gimmick? Ouyang Dao's eyes sparkled, and the memories of the 13 masters awakened from the warrior graveyard disappeared from their minds, this was the combat experience that his masters needed. His body had turned towards the door of the sculpture gallery, and 80% of the time, the blow was not directed at me, although it may have been to confuse me, but the danger was still tolerable.

If he passes, I'll lose those petty lords, and I'll have a lot of hostility from the council of lords, and if someone provokes, the whole city will turn against me. The benefits of setting the old man free are obvious.

The 13 new masters have lost their memories, but their biological instincts are still present in their bodies, and as long as this leads them in the right direction, it threatens to remind them of the terrible Game of Thrones.

Ouyang Dao recalled President Naza's stunt, the act of destroying several hectares of land in an instant, which directly injured Vivian, and the power of dying and struggling made him salivate for a long time.

There are risks and benefits. What am I going to do?