Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninetieth Autumn Yan

The fat man was the closest, and most of the blows from the dead were blocked by the three masters behind him, but blood mud still splashed onto Edric's dinner plate. Seeing that there was still a small piece of steak left, the fat man said distressedly: "It's rare to have some appetite, and now it's all gone. Hey, why are you three still standing there, kill him quickly."

Among the three, it seems that the tall black man in the middle is the head. The blond-haired man and the long-haired woman on both sides saw him making a gesture, and then dodged out, spreading out and surrounding Valcien. All three are newcomers, the black has 27 and the other two are 26. According to the standards of the federal military department, he has already touched the threshold of a major general. But these three people are by no means in the military's registration, but the masters that Edric recruited from the surface.

When they first joined Fatty, they were only at the level of a school officer. These years, Fatty spent a lot of money on them, and they also had a lot of medicine and equipment. It took {pig+pig+island} novel www.hzua three years of hard work to pile them up to the strength of a major general. With the bodyguards of three major generals, Edric's buttocks are more stable. The old Baker also fancy the secret power of Fatty, so he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy Edric, but he still capsized in the gutter .

Edric looked stupid, but the calculation in his heart was louder than anyone else. In fact, before the fat man came here, he made up his mind to stop and wait and see. If Horn couldn't eat Old Baker, he wouldn't mind being a favor and selling Horn, the owner of the family. But it was not easy for Thiel to be Horn playing a dark game. Don't say that Horn himself is a legendary powerhouse, and now with the power of Tire's line, even if he joins forces with Old Baker, he will probably suffer a lot.

Fatty's fighting power is so-so, but his sense of touch is first-rate. Coupled with the fact that Tell forced him to express his position with words, he immediately made a big turn and completely sided with Horn. Of course, he knew that Horn was not so easily fooled. When he molested Anna with his voice just now, Horn showed murderous intentions when he knocked on the table with his fingers. He must have seen the calculation in his heart from his bad motives towards Anna. Now that there is a trump card arranged by the old Beck to kill him, the fat man is happy to show his loyalty with actions, so as to get rid of the small thorn just now.

Three major generals here confronted an unknown Valsheen, and the old Baker shouted, "Don't worry about those fat pigs, hurry up and save me!"

Valsheen spoke, his voice was deep and wide: "My duty is to kill people, not to save them."

Old Baker was taken aback, remembering that when he borrowed someone from General Eliphant, he had indeed specified someone who could kill Horn. But he didn't expect this guy to recognize the truth of death, and still insist on killing Horn under such circumstances, he is really stupid. But suddenly his hands and feet were cold again. Originally, it was his intention to kill Horn, but now that Valsheen insists on killing Horn, the motive is quite interesting.

That is to say, besides him, Eliphant also wanted Horn to die. On a deeper level, the general may not be able to borrow a fierce man who can suppress Horn. This Valshien was probably transferred by the people above Eliphant. Thinking of this, Old Baker no longer wanted to think about it further. Firstly, the pool of water inside the federation is both muddy and deep.

The internal relationship is intricate, and it is by no means as simple as the old and new parties on the surface. Secondly, the thunderbolt has already borrowed a current of more than one million volts from the entire clubhouse, and condensed a section of electric knife in his palm to wipe his neck. How can there be time to think about it?

Old Baker was as ruthless as a winter wolf and as cunning as a snow fox. Seeing that the situation was not right, he set up purple flames with both hands, and danced a large group of fireworks, flying like a cluster of flowers, and kept shooting at the electric knife that was as solid as half of the thunder and lightning, and its color changed from blue to green. As soon as Fang blocked the knife, he didn't like to fight, and with a strange cry, he flew backwards into the room where the dead fighters from Tyre rushed out. Lei Dianqinglei's knife cut through the purple flames, and he chased after them calmly, but suddenly several people flew out of the door. But it was a few members of the club who were watching the excitement and threw old Baker to block the enemy. The thunder and lightning groaned, and they passed through the crowd like a fish. If Tire hadn't revealed that he belonged to Horn, he wouldn't have been so easy to get along with. How can it be so easy to talk when the thunder knife directly slashes the matter.

Watching Old Baker and Thunderbolt disappear, Anna looked at Horn, who shook his head: "It's okay, Thunderbolt has served Old Baker for so many years, and he knows what the old man thinks better than anyone else. If Old Baker follows the evacuation route set before But if you go, you will really capsize in the gutter, you know those routes were originally planned by Lei Dian, wouldn't he know?"

"But he is old Baker after all." Anna reminded.

Horn said leisurely: "The butcher is old, but the one who hurts is the current one."

He looked at Valsheen.

The three people surrounding the master finally moved.

The black man in the center raises his breath, and his whole body is like a flood that is boiling when a flood gate is opened. The source of power and arrogance is rampant, and the spring tide flows into the black man's hands, condensing into a simple and unpretentious sword. The black man raised his sword, and with a standard slash, he attacked Valsheen from the front.

The master who always wore sunglasses said indifferently: "This level is also worthy of playing this hand source force simulation?"

He raised his hand lightly, stretched his five fingers, and rested lightly on the edge of the great sword of Yuanli. Immediately, the majestic black sword could no longer be swung. The master Edrick piled up with money stopped drinking for the second time, his chest swelled and retracted, his jacket burst, and his air was blown away, and the sound of rolling thunder suddenly sounded around him. The great sword of Yuanli suddenly lit up, and the edge of the sword sank three points.

Valsheen remained expressionless.

The blond man came behind the target like a ghost, his hands were entangled with a cloud of howling freezing air, and he slapped Valcien heavily on the back. Just as he was secretly celebrating his success, he suddenly heard the long-haired woman scream: "Be careful."

Valsheen lifted his right leg back quickly and violently. Fortunately, his companion sounded the warning, and the blond man put his palms on Valsheen's back in time to support him vigorously. It not only uses the force to move backward, but also injects the frozen air into the target's body at the same time.

Valsheen missed.

The blond man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his chest was in severe pain, and his eyes were stained red by the blood mist. But there was a blood groove on his chest for no reason, and he was about to be cut by a sharp sword. Only then did he wake up to the power of that person's kick.

Valsheen hurt the enemy with one foot, and with five fingers, the pupils of the black master suddenly narrowed. Watching in disbelief, the great sword of origin force in his hand was broken inch by inch, and exploded again and again. Valsheen hit his chest with a domineering shoulder arch. Hearing the bones in his chest shatter, the black man flew upside down and fell beside Edric. Half of his chest collapsed, but in the end he was a fierce general with fighting power, and he didn't die for a while.

Seeing that the master who had spent a lot of money piled up by himself was knocked down, Edric's face turned red, then turned white, and turned red again, before he finally choked out a sentence: "Trash."

The remaining long-haired woman continued to walk around Valcien. His hands trembled like a madman, and it looked like those primitive tribes were dancing to worship the gods. But in fact, strands of source force threads continuously popped out from his ten fingers and entangled Valsheen.

This woman is like a cocoon-weaving mother spider, who has circled Valcien countless times. Seeing that the cocoon is about to be formed, she will strangle the target in one go. However, Valsheen shook his head and said, "It's not as good as that big man's sword strike. A woman is a woman."

The meaning of contempt in the words is worthless.

He flicked his hands in vain, his index finger raised and flicked down. At first, only a light tremor was heard around, and then the sound of the shock spread layer by layer, and there was a harsh noise in the hall. The long-haired woman who was at least ten steps away from Valshien suddenly spurted blood and flew up, fell to the floor a few meters away and was unable to get up for a while.

Only a few people could see clearly that it was Valsheen who grabbed one of the woman's root power threads, and then used his own source power to smash through the enemy.

So far, all three of Edric's masters were seriously injured, making Fatty feel ashamed.

Next to him, Tyre sighed wistfully, trying to stand up. Unexpectedly, Horn turned his crutches, shook his head and said, "Sit down, you are no match."

The legendary strong man finally faced the mysterious killer head-on. Horn smiled and said: "Old Baker can't invite a master like you at all. I'm curious, who wants my life more than him?"

"I don't know." Valsheen cherished words like gold.

"I don't know or don't tell?"

"Is there a difference?"

Horn nodded: "Yes, but, can you kill me?"

"I don't know." It was still Muna's answer, but this time he added: "I want to try."

Valsheen raised his hands, and his huge momentum rose steadily. The hall kept shaking, and many lights, doors and windows shattered one by one. The source power of the entire hall surged like a tidal wave, forming a terrifying vortex centered on Valshien!

"Damn it, Jin Fan can't keep it." Tire cried out in pain like cutting flesh.

Edric finally left the table, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said with a wry smile: "These days, the commander-in-chief has become a killer. Damn, who is so generous that I want to raise a commander-in-chief as a bodyguard?" .”

Afro curled his lips and said, "Can you afford it?"

The fat man said bitterly: "Nonsense, of course I can't afford it."

Over there, Valsheen charged head-on, and the torrent of source force twisted together like hemp rope, following Valsheen's arm and converging into a storm at the edge of his fist. Valsheen rushed to Horn in an instant, and threw the storm towards the legendary strongman in front of him like a hood.

Horne's cane sprang, and the end of it struck the storm.

If the inflated balloon is pricked by a needle, the energy of the storm will blow away.

Horn stands like a rock.

Even if he was so arrogant, he had to leave in front of his eyes.

The east and west walls of the hall vibrated and shattered, and the gravel was ground back and forth by the force of energy and turned into dust. It's a good hall, there are two more holes for no reason, and you can see the colorful lights in the casino outside.

Jinfan clubhouse is crumbling.

Valsheen retracted his fists and stepped back, watching Horn's crutches shatter into pieces, until only the handle and a small half of the cane remained. At that time, Murphy did her best, but she couldn't even test Horn's depth. Today, Valsheen smashed Horn's crutch, which had been held in his hand for decades, with one punch, which is already very impressive.

Horn's hand trembled slightly, and the remaining half of the staff split and fell, revealing a palm-length snow-white broken blade.

Looking at the cut-off blade, Valshien said slowly: "I heard that Your Excellency Horn has a famous knife in his hand. Could it be this one?"

Horn nodded happily: "Qiu Yan hasn't been born for many years."

Since it was born, it is bound to see blood.

The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, and the knife was aura.