"Wooo ... "He consumed at least 800 spiritual energy just now.

He must have used up all his tools and killing moves and is at the end of his strength."

Thinking of this,

he shouted in Khmer to remind: "Brother, that guy has run out of tricks.

Don't get entangled with the summoned creatures, just attack directly,

otherwise he may use the tools to escape."

"Is that so?"

Di Suka, who was being entangled by Tyrant No. 2, raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Looking sideways, he found that Qin Nuo did reach out to touch his waist.

Okay,

It turns out that he was just trying to hold on.

"Annoying thing, get out of here!"

He put his hands together and shouted loudly, shaking off the layers of sound waves.

The phantom of the seven-headed Naga snake god burst into light in an instant,

directly knocking Tyrant No. 2, who was jumping around, far away.

After using this move,

Di Suka's body was as fast as lightning,

turned into a stream of light, and flashed in front of Qin Nuo.

At some point, a golden bell appeared on his two palms, which faintly exuded a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

"With the magic weapon of the Fa Sect bestowed by His Majesty the King,

plus the posture of the seven-headed snake god that I practiced,

you, don't even think about escaping!"

Di Suka's thoughts flashed through his mind,

urging a large amount of spiritual energy to transform into rich colorful glass.

The phantom of the seven-headed Naga snake god immediately became solemn and angry,

shining with dazzling rainbow light.

Qin Nuo kept the posture of pressing his waist, raised his eyelids and stared at the huge light and shadow that fell on his head.

There was no dodging or avoiding,

but he waved his hand lightly and tore something into pieces.

In a trance,

his image changed in Di Suka's eyes.

From a sturdy man in a white vest, big shorts, and flip-flops,

he became a middle-aged man in a suit with a full forehead, ruddy face,

a determined look, and thick black hair with a 3:7 split.

His expression was calm, his posture was restrained,

his eyes were full of wisdom and decisiveness behind his glasses,

and he exuded the elegance of a farmer and worker just by tilting his head slightly.

Even if he didn't say anything,

just looking at him, a strong king's aura came towards him.

This modest middle-aged uncle,

stared at Di Suka with a very kind look.

While his mouth was moving,

the latter opened his pupils and froze his expression,

and suddenly felt the sound of Sanskrit echoing violently in his mind.

"The economy needs to develop, society needs to progress, and games require money. If you recharge 50,000, you will be stronger." "Even though they are both lazy and gluttonous, and both stay at home, why are the fates of fat pigs and pandas so different? It's because pigs are stingy with their money and refuse to buy skins. So do you want to be a short-lived fat pig, or a long-lived panda?" "Think about it, can you become stronger without recharging? If you don't recharge, you will be banned even if you become stronger, you know." "What do you mean by mistake? You have the nerve to say it's a mistake to recharge your broken B Xinyue 1? Find your own reasons. Will I ban you if you recharge 80,000? I'm really going to laugh my prostate fluid out." Recharge, recharge, recharge, recharge... Facing Mr. Ma's death gaze, Di Suka felt that his mind was filled with the word "recharge". Confused thinking, emotional ups and downs,

The irritability in his chest could not be suppressed,

"Ahhh~Fuck your head!"

He roared like crazy,

Give up the big move that was brewing to 90% progress, and swung his arm to hit the hateful man in front of him.

Bang!

The sound of a heavy fist hitting the chest rang out,

The person who was hit was not Mr. Ma, who was respected by thousands of elementary school monks,

but Di Suka himself.

"Brother, what are you doing!"

Amid the horror shouts of his younger brother Di Bise,

The ordinary straight punch without any special effects,

hit the former's chest.

The terrifying force under the blessing of 20 points of strength,

made Di Suka's tall and burly body arch his spine like a cooked shrimp.

The clothes on his back burst open,

Under the flesh-colored skin, a clear outline of a fist emerged.

"Ugh!!"

Spleen, pancreas, gallbladder, lung lobes...

All the internal organs were struck by thunder at this moment.

The heart stopped, breathing became difficult,

Bones were broken, and blood vessels were all broken.

"Do you think I want to escape?"

Qin Nuo kept his punching posture and asked coldly in Khmer.

UnfortunatelyDi Suka was almost fainting at this time, and couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Let go of my brother!"

After using the health potion to recover from his internal injuries, Di Bisai drove a large number of water elements to rush over.

Qin Nuo glanced at him, hooked his fingers casually,

and then poured [Wild Grape Potion] and [Twil-light Extract] into his throat.

Then he slapped his palm forward, pretending to fight back,

As a result, just before the two sides were about to collide,

Instantly activated [Indestructible] and [The Iron Mountain of the Naughty Child].

The shield skill granted him immunity from damage, and the domineering posture attached to ignoring control,

allowed him to cut through the waves and rush to the opponent.

He raised his right shoulder and spread his legs,

and directly pushed Di Bisai over.

The latter lost his balance and fell backwards uncontrollably,

As a result, his ankle was suddenly clamped by an iron clamp,

and he was lifted up headfirst.

"Do you think I want to escape?"

The shield was completely broken,

Qin Nuo, whose skin was scratched and mottled,

calmly repeated the question.

A strong sense of foreboding filled Dibise's heart,

He found that he might, perhaps, probably underestimated the strength of the man in front of him.

He could actually take his skills without being seriously injured,

his physical fitness must be more than 20 points.

In addition, with such speed, strength, and the agility he just displayed...

How high is this person's panel attribute?

"It seems that you are not going to answer my question."

Qin Nuo shook his head slightly, his tone was extremely calm,

but his movements were not gentle at all.

While speaking, he treated the player as a hammer and swung him wildly in the air.

Hundreds of soldiers in the distance,

including Di Suka, who was lying on the ground and barely regained a trace of consciousness,

all followed Dibise's "big pendulum" in circles.

Three circles,

Five circles,

Ten circles...

Let go!

The opponent immediately drew a perfect half arc like a rag doll,

his head hit the ground and fell heavily.

The Tyrant No. 2, who was knocked away earlier, rushed forward with a strange cry,

and ripped open his suit with sharp claws.

In the blink of an eye,

General Dibisai, who stomped and shook three times under Sihanouk,

became a white-striped chicken standing upside down and splitting his legs.

The small bean between his legs was not very magnificent, drooping weakly,

and drifting miserably in the wind, shedding tears of unwillingness to humiliate.

Seeing the idol in their hearts like this,

some soldiers felt their faith collapsed, holding their heads in pain.

Oh, no~

General Dibisai, what's wrong with you?

I thought the matter was over, but after Qin Nuo picked up the bell, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out his smartphone in silence and frantically pressed the camera button to take photos of the two admirals at the moment. "What are you doing, you guy!" Di Suka and Di Bise felt extremely humiliated and roared at the same time. As soon as they said that, they were hit by heavy artillery on the head and fainted.

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