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This man wearing a Rakshasa face, whether it is the speed of raising his hand to defend, or the strength of his defense, has reached the level of inhumanity. Is his curse to strengthen his body?

In the gap of his wild thoughts, Zhou Ming accidentally caught a glimpse of the big sleeve of the other's hunter's clothes. The huge monster pattern with cyan skin suddenly dimmed, and in a blink of an eye it changed from color to black and white like ink painting.

Zhou Ming realized that the strange power of Raksha's face probably came from this weird dress, and his strange power was not his own ability!

Then the situation is not too bad. While thinking about it, Zhou Ming stepped forward to replace Wang Siyan's position, sending a lightning blow to the face of Raksha.

Although it was also easily blocked by the Rakshasa face, Wang Siyan's speed magic has completed a slow cooling down.

As long as this alternate coordination is needed, Wang Siyan can always be at his peak and extreme speed to attack the enemy.

The battle situation became fierce, and the fighting wind between the two sides was energized. Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan wandered around the face of Raksha in fierce fighting, constantly launching sharp attacks toward the blind corner of the opponent's field of vision.

The rhythm of the battle has entered a white-hot stage, and the harsh and sharp metal strikes have become a very rhythmic accompaniment.

The speed and strength of the two were almost completely aroused. Luo Sha held the only weapon in his face, and had no time to cut his arms at all. He could only continue to defend against the stormy attacks of the two Zhou Ming. .

But he can always block all attacks one by one.

If the attacks of the two kings of Zhou were a continuous tide, then his defense was an indestructible dam. No matter how many words the tide hits, no matter how fast the tide surging, the final result is doomed to return without success.

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The poker man sitting on the ground in the distance is the only one surviving among the team combatants. One foot has been cut off, and his hands have also been cut off. The mask on his face has been half broken, revealing an ordinary one afterwards. Face.

The pain and the fear of death tortured the nerves of poker at the same time. There were many cards scattered on his hand, but at this moment he was unable to pick up those cards, let alone attack after the cards were shuffled.

Although the confrontation with Rakshasa was short, he was already deeply aware that the opponent and a conjurer like him were not of the same level at all.

To this ridiculously strong enemy, the poker man has a weird illusion, as if the person in front of him is just a weird human-like appearance... He does not accept surrender, nor does he accept communication, and is decisive in killing those mercenaries. , But he has a hobby of killing people like him.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the other party was weird.

In the distance, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan are fighting fiercely with Rakshasa. The cooperation between the two is intimate, as if the same person with two bodies. Only by observing the battle from the perspective of a bystander, can you experience the two kings of Zhou. People are close to foreseeable tacit understanding.

The poker man never expected that the two of them could work together to suppress the monster.

No... it's not suppressing, that guy is just playing, they don't even know how powerful that person is.

"You two guys, if you come out early, you still have a chance of winning, and now I'll give you up again! Are you funny?" The poker man whispered to himself, complaining with some sarcasm and gloat.

He glared at Zhou Ming gloomily, thinking that the two of them should just die. They didn't have any sense of cooperation. They obviously had a better chance of winning together, but they wanted to appear last. Do these two think they are the saviors?

The evil thought-head poison seedlings grew in his heart, and the roots gradually enveloped the whole heart, but another "sensible" voice told him: No! These two people must continue to hold on. The longer they hold on, the better your chances of escape.

The poker man stood up in a muddled gap with his wrist against the truck stop, and jumped backwards with one foot.

He wants to escape! Must escape!

No matter what the environment, you must never give up to survive!

"Chen Sanle, you are going to die too. It turns out that people like you will die too." A familiar voice appeared in the ears of the poker man. The moment he heard the voice, disgusting scenes appeared in his mind. Picture.

A rotten human form that had all rotted from the large intestine and small intestine was hung from a wooden stick and uttered a bitter and weird scream. Every time a scream, rotten meat would blow out from the hole in the throat. White and pus-eyed eyes kept staring at him, as if they could see him.

"I will live! I will live!" Chen Sanle gritted his teeth.

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From the corner of Raksha's face, he caught sight of Chen Sanle who wanted to escape, but he didn't care, and his attention was all focused on the young couple in front of him.

He hasn't seen such an intimate and tacit cooperation for a long time, just like he and the captain used to be.

Are these two people qualified to be a member of "Noah"?

Do they have something to do anyway?

It's time to give them some pressure to die.

While Rakshasa thought this way, Wang Siyan, who was running straight to the side, stabbed out, and the knife in Wang Siyan's hand also slashed towards his head, fast.

"Puff!"

The tip of the red sword pierced Wang Siyan's shoulder, and her sword was pinched by the opponent's hand and blocked.

Wang Siyan widened his eyes and looked at the **** holding his blade in horror.

She used her arm to pull the knife back, but the weapon did not move at all, and a slight numb pain came from the wounded shoulder because of the tear.

She has always been slow to perceive pain since she was a child. Faced with a very slight scratch, she will feel more painful than ordinary people. However, severe injuries will not cause severe pain that affects her thinking. This has always been her battle. The advantages.

"thump!"

Zhou Ming, who was sprinting next to him, suddenly fell to the ground, a bright red leaking from his pants.

Zhou Ming looked at his legs in amazement ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ somewhat incomprehensible.

Ah, it turned out to be like this. This is the real ability of the other party, and it is to re-engrave the self-harm wound on someone in the line of sight, but to re-engrave the wound created by oneself on someone in the line of sight.

They lost.

Raksha's fingers pressed slightly on his face, and Wang Siyan's weapon appeared fine cracks. As another demon on the hunting suit dimmed, Wang Siyan's weapon was also completely broken.

Just when he was about to pull the knife out of Wang Siyan's shoulder, Wang Siyan suddenly approached with the blade of the knife, and his hand leaned toward his mask!

Luo Sha squeezed Wang Siyan's neck, took the knife out, and threw her to the ground.

"Are you crazy, do you think it will work?" This was the first sentence he said.

The voice is completely opposite to the appearance of his mask. The voice is clear and gentle, even if it is cursed, it is very gentle, as if it is a serious reprimand.

The next second, Luo Sha saw the necklace leaking from Zhou Ming's neck. In an instant, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body froze in place.