Abyss Knight

I used my strength, my fingers were like hooks, and there was a burst of noise. In that sneak attack, Kukas’s shoulders and arms were instantly crushed. But the big hand that grabbed Kukas’s neck did not crush his neck, because at that moment, this bald guy’s originally extremely thick neck seemed to be inflated, and it skyrocketed three or two times in an instant, with five fingers like hooks, grabbing It was violently bounced up on the neck.

Although the neck was saved from being crushed, Kukas was uncomfortable. The entire chest was forcibly torn off by the palm of the Smet fighter, revealing the bones.

“roar!” The two roared almost at the same time, and Kukas shook his head and slammed into each other’s head fiercely again. And the Smet also not to be outdone, and shook his head to greet him.

With a muffled sound of “peng!”, the two big heads hit together again. The violent collision made Kukas’s head buzzed, and a feeling of nausea came up one after another. And the Smet warrior was no better there. He was shaking, shaking his head constantly, trying to wake up quickly.

“Dead!” Kukas roared again, waving his arms fiercely and hitting the temples on both sides of the Smet warrior. His arms were like whips, his muscles squirmed, and the chains wrapped around his body instantly spread all over his arms. With the support of the secret technique, the two arms suddenly swelled for about three times.

The thick arms were drawn on the head of the Smet warrior at the same time. With a sound of pa!, the Smet warrior just used his intact arm to block one side of the attack, and the other side was broken because of his shoulder. It was too late to stop, so it was beaten fiercely by Kukas’ arm.

This heavy injury caused the Smet soldier to scream, and the whole person fell to the ground and convulsed. I saw blood pouting from his nose, eyes, ears, and mouth.

One hit, Kukas did not stop for half a point, waved his hands again, grabbed the opponent’s neck with one hand, and squeezed the opponent’s neck, while the other hand made a fist, fiercely facing the Smet warrior’s head Smashed down.

A fist the size of a casserole is like a pile driver in a magic machine, bang! boom! boom! Hit the opponent’s head one after another. At first the Smet still had the strength to struggle to get out of his control, but after hitting three or five punches, the Smet fighter completely lost the strength to resist. The flesh and blood of the entire face fell off under the severe blow, exposing Bai Sensen’s bones. The bones collided with the chain entangled on the fist three or two times, completely broken.

“Return to the embrace of your Spiritual God!” Kukas looked at the bloody head with a grinning smile: “Tell your Spiritual God, Slayer is the evil Knight Kukas.” while Speaking, the fist fell, and this one completely shattered the opponent’s head, and the Smet warrior’s head was blown with one punch.

After solving the Smet warrior with one punch, Kukas stood up to check the situation of all around. He found that the giant’s situation was even worse, and the professionals who stayed in the camp also rushed out and started to kill the Smet soldiers.

“Bah!” I felt a little bloody in my mouth, so I opened my mouth and spit, and found that all the spit out was blood foam.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” In a strange cry, a tall Smet warrior swung two wooden battle axes and tore the shield in the hands of a heavy armored shield guard. All the defenses on his body were shattered, and then the body of the heavy armored shield guard was chopped into three sections with a battle axe. And that heavy armor shield guard is at least Tier 4.

The Double Axe Smet who killed the heavy armored shield guard turned red eyes and rushed towards Kukas frantically. Some weird language was screaming in his mouth, and a trace of milk-white God Holy Force came out of his body, and then wrapped around his double axe and half of his arm like a thread. But for breathing time, the wooden battle axe and his two forearms were measured and wrapped by a layer of milk-white god Holy Force.

In the face of the rushing enemy, Kukas was not half afraid, he saw a few weird laughs, and then waved two copper handles to greet the opponent.

The double axe Smet warrior screamed, and swung the battle axe and slashed towards Kukas’s shoulders, while Kukas grinned.槊 also smashed the opponent’s head and shoulders.

Such crazy and desperate play is so normal in the eyes of these two crazy opponents. No one dodges, no one is afraid, they all think they can kill each other, because the other side will evade at the last moment.

The tomahawk fiercely entwined with the milk-white god Holy Force slashed on Kukas’s shoulder, and the chain entangled on him seemed to be like a poisonous snake, which wandered around quickly. , Protect his shoulders. The battle axe slashed on the shoulder and was blocked by the chain.

And Kukas Tongqi almost hit the double-axe Smet warrior at the same time. Just when Tongqi was about to hit the opponent’s head, the phantom of a giant emerged from behind the opponent. As soon as the giant’s silhouette emerged, it released a tyrannical aura. If it were to be placed in the past, under the suppression of this breath, Kukas could not say that he would kneel on the ground and dare not stand up, but now he has experienced the severe pain caused by using the evil Battle Qi countless times, his own willpower has already He was extremely tyrannical, so in the face of this tyrannical aura, he didn’t feel any discomfort.

The giant illusory shadow that emerged was more than four meters high, and he reached out his hand to easily support the two copper handles of Kukas. But even so, the body of the giant illusory shadow looked a lot illusory under the violent impact.

“Smet’s giant spirit warrior, kill him.” At this moment, a shrill voice distorted by his own emotions shouted loudly, and the next breathing time, there were waves of howling. Wiping Kukas and flying by. I saw that the javelins, arrows, and even magic that burned the Battle Qi flames instantly fell on the double-axe Smet warrior. In an instant, the giant illusory shadow behind the warrior was torn apart by successive blows, and the warrior was strangled under the attack of at least dozens of professionals and couldn’t find even a piece of minced meat.

Kukas was fiercely thrown out by the explosion of a series of attacks. He was somewhat absent-minded looking at the pit not far away, at least three to five feet in size, and didn’t know why. The professionals here will hate the so-called Smet Djinn warrior so much. Of course, all of this has nothing to do with him now, because this is the battlefield, and all he has to do is kill each enemy. Instead of asking why they were killed, let alone asking who was right and who was wrong. This is just a battlefield, a place where you live and die. There is no why that many.