After listening to the question of Bone Mist, Duclaw's eyes became more turbid and fierce: "Since you have also found out about Bone Mist, the answer must already be known, right?"
"Hehehehe... I guess my father..." The bone-mist thick beard trembled. He didn't directly say his answer to Duclaw. Instead, he spouted a puff of smoke and opened his steel lips, revealing The neat and white Sensen's teeth made a very fierce and forceful swallowing action.
Duclaw saw the movement of the bone mist, and his domineering aura made the entire VIP room instantly as fierce and thick as lava.
Although it is important to suppress the power in the arena, who is Duclaw? !
How can the lives of thousands of spectators be comparable to the pleasure of killing Bone Mist after a hero is provoked
"you know too much!"
The low voice of the lord of the gods and ghosts of the black market seemed to be sentenced to death. He was moisturized like dead wood watered by the dew. He was originally thin and thin like an ordinary old man, instantly becoming strong and swelling!
The deep and lusty wrinkles on Duclaw's face are still there, but his figure is like a fit boy with muscles and muscles, and after reaching a height of four or five meters, he still continues to expand at an alarming rate.
What's even more amazing is that the hands and toes of the one-claw become sharp and heavy, and the body has bloody indeterminate scales, and the appearance of the other person's shape is transforming into some kind of huge inhuman thing!
The amount of crude violence in the VIP room is undergoing essential changes, and the greedy and wild unmatched aura is surging like a nine-day waterfall.
Duclaw’s current voice has completely lost the characteristics of human beings, and is more like a demon crawling out of hell: "The misty marrow-eating evil spirit... My Duclaw has always wanted to taste the taste of your ghost!"
And Bone Mist also released an astonishing madness, and the triangular eyes were full of desire for killing: "Hehehehe...Master me, why don't you want to try the bone marrow of the Du clan?! But--" He suddenly changed his words: "My father, I have more important things to worry about, so I should leave it alone for the time being! As for the one-claw man...I'm still thinking about the invitation. Compared with the bone marrow in the pipe, my man, I hope to be a partner with you. …"
At the critical point of the tension, the bone mist suddenly eliminated murderous intent and fighting intent, turning into a light cloud of smoke and dissipating in place.
With the disappearance of the bone fog, the blue fog floating in the entire VIP room quickly penetrated into the tiny gaps in the ceiling, floor, and door cracks.
A terrifying battle that was enough to razor the Fighting Skill Square to the ground ended at the beginning, and the single-claw figure slowly returned to the original appearance of a thin old man.
"Gathering ingredients?" Duclaw said in a deep angrily: "Possessing self-righteousness, self-esteem, irresponsible! People who dare to offend Du clan will eventually be swallowed!" He grabbed all the emerald peanuts on the plate. His mouth suddenly opened to the point where humans could not do it, and then all his brains poured in and chewed viciously, as if what he had in his mouth was not emerald peanuts, but bone mist brains.
The Jinlunbao business war is about to end, but Dr. Jiangtou hasn't caught it yet. After that, he will pass the news to the Conviction Alliance, and it seems that he can only catch turtles in the urn before closing the whole territory.
There is no clue at a glance who killed the daughter, but the appearance of Bone Mist made Duclaw sure of his guess that the Tyrant Club must have some big conspiracy. In order not to reveal the first opportunity, it must kill the daughter who can insight into the future.
But for these two things, Frederick and You Zhongtong, who were rushing to track down separately, still disappeared. This made Duclaw anxious and worried.
"Punishment man...Tyrant Club..." Duclaw's eyes swallowed a fierce tyrannical light: "Although I am unwilling to do so, but after the Jinlunbao business war... I have to do everything to kill you all at once! People! Pass my command to the border guards: activate the Skynet enchantment immediately and block the entire area of the ghost black market. No one can leave without my permission!"
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Tigers roar in the arena again and again, and every conflict of power and dismantling of moves will cause deafening cheers like sea waves in the entire fighting square.
But this kind of rare master showdown did not attract Ashin who is a martial idiot. He has now regained his naked eyesight and can watch the final in a richer and more three-dimensional manner, but he is desperately hugged and curled up on the sofa, shivering like a beggar in freezing rain.
"Foster father...Foster father...Fae's demon with the same name is my foster father...The pinnacle of the black belly is my foster father...The doctor is the soul doctor...I am the armor of the gods..." Asin muttered, repeating his dreamlike words, and then Suddenly he laughed nervously: "What's the kidding? A lifetime of good quality sleep is ruined...ha...hahahaha...ooh!!!" He jumped up and grabbed the ice bucket filled with red wine, and took the half-digested food into his stomach. Pour out depressed heartily.
Bingmou stared at the second general with a knife-like gaze. He remembered and parsed those moves with all his concentration, and simulated in his mind the scene of his battle with the Wuzhi tyrant. Then he suddenly heard something that shouldn't have appeared at this time. Vomiting...
Bing Miao turned his head in astonishment, and couldn't help sighing when he saw Ashin's appearance: "Oh... it has been like this since he was sent back... It seems that he is really shocked...
Evelyn hurried over to beat Ashin on the back. She said pityingly and puzzledly: "Axin, you...Although it is amazing that the captain is your foster father, isn't it a good thing for you? The captain of the same ship Faeu is your foster father, people in the whole world will envy you, right? But why do you have such a big resistance to the captain?"
A Xin's expression was full of torment: "He... he's so dark... and he always counts me... You've seen cheating fathers, you've seen cheating sons--" He suddenly stopped, thinking of his adoptive father Liu Xuan. Dad, he almost pitted him to death once viciously.
But to be fair, Liu Xuan first adopted Ashin in order to seize his body.
Although the captain was unscrupulous and unscrupulous, which made Ah confident and unwilling to suffer a lot, he had actually been cleverly guiding Ah Xin in the direction that could make big profits.
Ashin entangled and gave up and said to himself in his heart: (Although he is quite annoying...but he will call his foster father...I don't know if my dad...has been caught in a trap to be a brother to him? It’s not right... Even if my father is as easy to be criticized as I am, the foster father {here refers to the Five Elements Taoist} is a very powerful character. He can't be criticized too, right? Hey... I really don't know that both my father and the foster father are attracted to him. What's wrong with him...)
Just when Ashin was puzzled, the fierce roar suddenly burst out of the French windows!
A violent shout and a scream sounded at the same time, and a bright pillar of blood burst into the center of the fighting skill square!
The second general used Zhanyuan to cut his opponent into two without mercy. The golden wheel fighter looked at his lower limbs miserably. He couldn't bear the shame and pain of failure, and he slapped his Tianlinggai to death immediately.
"Wow!!!"
The cheers that erupted from the Fighting Skill Square were probably the most insane and majestic sound everyone had ever heard in their lives. Even the thick floor-to-ceiling windows were shaken to the point that small cracks began to appear.
Ashin looked up and asked, "Who won?"
Bing Miao shook his head and sighed: "The tyrant of Wu has won! But he is too amazing! The world-famous Jinyudong Zixuanke, it is said that his training is not inferior to your demon crusader level... alas... a pity. Super master!"
Ashin felt ashamed of Bingshou's words. Although the second general was cruel, but in order to achieve his goal, he also killed many opponents in the process, so he didn't feel that he was qualified to blame the second general.
He staggered to the floor-to-ceiling window: "Because the second general got his other half of his power and weapons, I am afraid it is more than three times stronger than before! He won... the business hegemony of the spiritual world... fell to that death... fell to him. I’m in my hand.” After returning to the VIP room, I scribbled something to satisfy my hunger, and then I felt unwell.
Evelyn made a prayer, her eyes gleaming with hopeful vision: "If the master of the business world is taken by the captain, the economic development of the spiritual world will definitely become better..."
Ashin rolled his eyes: "Huh...I don't know what the hell is his star-and-sea goal!" He glanced around outside: "Since the championship has been produced, is there an award ceremony or something? A black belly called us. Waiting here, don’t know what you’re waiting for? Just go to the doctor prince, or just grab Yao Ye and Laki?”
Evelyn tilted her head and recalled: "When Master Captain broke up with us, didn't it mean that the doctor and the prince were visiting to collect some evidence of inhumane crimes here? So we can't find them, and we can't find them? As for Yao Yao Ye and Lackey..." She lowered her voice angrily: "I always think they will come to me again!"
Ashin cheered up and said, "Then I will watch you and wait for Lackey. Bing Miao and Xin Yi have a 100% chance of winning! Moreover, the doctor and the prince will definitely come and join me when they finish their work. ."
At this time, the werewolf’s upper soldier corps placed tons of flowers and carpets accurately and orderly with the efficiency that amazed everyone. They arranged the Fighting Skill Square into a magnificent and beautiful ceremony site in just a few minutes.
There was a crisp cracking sound from a high-altitude position, and the floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP room where Duclaw was located, turned into a sky full of crystal light under the impact of force.
The host of the sacred black market, Shi Shiran volleyed from the VIP room directly to the high stage of the ceremony. This vain stunt caused a large number of audiences to applaud. (End of this chapter)