"Ah..."! Son of a bitch, you want to die

The ORC was angry, and the power of his body broke out instantly. He was a level 9 Orc strongman.

"Orc Lord? Force of level nine! Hehe! The boy is dead! " Said a demon with a smile.

"That is, a little level seven undead dare to fight against the orc Lord? I think he's crazy. Has that boy been idle for too long? Ha ha...! "

A human said, but this man is wearing a robe and has no weapons in his hands. He can't see what his profession is.

"Well! Maul, kill him, or you'll lose face for the orcs

The orcs behind yelled to the front.

This maul is the name of the previous Orc Lord.

"Don't worry, a level 7 undead doesn't take much effort. If I hadn't been careless just now, how could I have been injured?"

Maul said it easily enough, but he didn't know. If he hadn't turned his back to the public just now, his behavior would have been exposed. He was very hard on his mouth, but he kept muttering in his heart. This boy is not easy. It's not so easy to deal with him!

"Kill...!" Maul a big drink, as if to give their gas in general, a blow to Zhao Yun.

The style of boxing is strong. Zhao Yun doesn't dare to take the magic of the level 9 strong. This damned rule, even if you retreat, you have to judge your failure. This rule is very overbearing.

The point is that it's not just a matter of judgment, the damage will immediately affect the body, which Zhao Yun can't fight.

Hurry to withdraw. Zhao Yun can be hit by his fist, but he can't be hit by the fist with level 9 magic power. If he can escape, why should he get a punch?

Zhao Yun stood in the same place as the ghost's body method. The orc Lord named Maur just blew more than 100 punches. He didn't even hit Zhao Yun with one punch. The onlookers were also surprised at this strange scene.

"Here! What kind of skill is that? "

"Is this boy an assassin?"

"My God, who just saw how he could escape?"

A group of ignorant eyes, so close, almost face to face, face to face, more than 100 circles, a punch did not hit, this change is who, I'm afraid to blush.

Shame. Is there anything so humiliating?

"Fool! Maul! Why don't you do it crosswise? " The orcs behind can't hang on their faces.

What the hell is this idiot doing? If you can't get him, won't you change the way?

But maul, don't he know how to change it? He's just being serious. He can't get a punch even if he doesn't believe it?

Results! It's true that he didn't hit a punch, and maul's face is not shining.

Just now, golden crown is a little more real, but it's him who loses face in the end.

So, at this time, he really regretted it.

"Ha ha..."! Idiot, are you finished? Now it's my turn, isn't it? Let's see, you idiot, what's a fist

Zhao Yun put away the sword of Thor. For a moment, he had to make a deliberate sarcasm on the orc Lord.

Fist? Good! Let's punch you!

"Wuwuwuwu...!" Zhao Yun's style of boxing is no different from that of the orc Lord. For a moment, the orc Lord also hid quickly. Zhao Yun hit more than 30 fists, but he didn't hit one.

Looking at Guan Yu beside him, he laughed angrily. You are bad enough, boy!

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