A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

"Huh?" Mozart was ambiguous.

"No, forget it, I don't want to live in such an embarrassing way." Dieng suppressed her nasal voice, and suddenly her nose felt sore: "I think it's good to live like this, but... I also feel that I haven't lived enough. "

"Hahaha, this is a good thing." Bai Jue said with a smile: "People can't lose their desire to survive. Like me, I belong to the kind of people who have a strong desire to survive, because if I slack off a little bit, I might wake up one day. At the time, I was already blown to the sky."

Mozart held his chin: "I think the two of you can get along pretty well, or else I'll sing you a song about single dogs..."

Dion stepped up again: "Shut up!"

"Why are you a Frenchman beating me an Austrian! Transnational law enforcement is too much!" Mozart touched the bridge of his sore nose and cursed angrily: "The Asuras are also watching, why don't you beat them!"

"The quality of the Asura crowd is much better than yours, just like the people in Chaoyang District." Bai Jue joked, "The Asura crowd is waiting for Shura General to recover, and I happen to be waiting too, so there is no need to do anything for now."

"Wait for what?"

"Waiting for a song."

"Hey! Are you here again?"

"No, I mean . . . it's getting dark."

Bai Jue raised his eyes, a pair of eyes shining brightly in the completely dark night scene, the pair of red pupils of the Asuras were also bright, and the light of the moonlight sprinkled a piece of silver, embellishing his clothes like a silver armor .

"It's getting dark, please close your eyes, the werewolf is coming." Bai Jue raised Feixue, and a cold wind suddenly blew in the air. When he thought of frost, it wasn't that the temperature had dropped, but that the cold killing intent was wrapped in the wind like a bone-scraping steel. Knife.

Before Shura's wounds healed, he was once again covered by the cold feeling. He hurriedly grabbed the two Asuras on the left and right to protect him. Jiang's two arms also sprayed out countless blood, and the dark red blood flowed quietly under the moonlight.

The cold night wind blew across his cheeks, and the warm blood condensed on the skin to form spots of red.

Bai Jue lowered his sword, and mercilessly swung his sword down: "And I'm tens of thousands more ruthless than a werewolf."

Before Shura was about to die, he didn't understand how he passed dozens of heavy armored infantry in one breath. When the head flew up, his vision remained and he noticed that on that straight line, all Shuras were beheaded. Broken, their bodies fell to the ground and froze into ice, while the weapon that crushed their heads was as cold as snow, clearing every drop of bright red.

...So it was directly killed.

Shura will think this way, this terrifying power has surpassed ordinary heroic spirits, no, even peak heroic spirits, and must report this news to Lord Asura King... The last thought came to mind, and the tenacious life force gave it tens of seconds. Struggling for time, it blew the bone flute hidden in its mouth, and a goshawk flew in the sky. It was extremely fast, picked up the broken head, and quickly flew towards the clouds in the sky.

Bai Jue had a chance to knock down this goshawk, his sword speed far surpassed the goshawk's reaction speed.

But he hesitated for a moment, and let it go.

It would be no loss to him if the head was taken away, and it would not be a bad thing for him if it was reported to the boss of the Asuras... If the other party is willing to accept the rules of the rivers and lakes to solve the problem one-on-one, then it would be great.

"Unfortunately, I picked up its head and wanted to shout, 'I'm ashamed of the enemy, I'll take off his clothes'."

Bai Jue looked around at the Shura crowd.

The total number is about [-] to [-]. Thanks to them not directly attacking the city of Paris, there are only a very small number of Shuras who have passed the outer barrier and are making trouble inside, and the large forces are still outside. Big Ivan, just throwing it on the ground solved everything.

Shura will be beheaded, and the remaining Shuras will not be able to do the previous overall planning. It is said to be encircled and suppressed, but it also gives the heroic spirits a chance to defeat them.

Bai Jue squinted his eyes, and there was a fighting spirit in his playful gaze.

Are Asura weak?Not weak, there are not many of them, but the pressure on Bai Jue is more than the millions of hungry ghosts in the hungry ghost realm. No matter how strong the hungry ghosts are, they can't hurt Bai Jue. They must be dealt with carefully, the speed and strength are not inferior to a congenital warrior who has been tempered and tried, and he will be injured if he is too underestimated, but it is still difficult to achieve the achievement of no injury.

Comparing them to big whales, each Shura has a whale, adding up to the fighting power of more than [-] whales!

Emmm... It seems that there are not many?

Bai Jue did a simple calculation of combat power in his mind, but after the calculation, he felt that something was wrong there, so he sighed, stopped thinking about these problems, and raised his sword casually to aim at a nearby Ah Asura.

He lightly picked the edge of the sword: "Come, hit me!"

He pointed to his cheek: "Hit here, harder!"

It should be said that they are all surnamed Bai, even the way of ridicule is exactly the same.

If there is really a difference, it is probably because Bai Ge's ability to ridicule is stronger. After all, Bai Jue wears a mask, and what he says cannot be maximized without a perfect panda head emoji.

But even so, the other party was still fooled.

The moment the leader of the angry Asura was killed, they launched a desperate and even desperate attack on Bai Jue.

Countless Shuras even gave up their formation, no longer approaching the city of Paris, and no longer besieged Dion, and rushed towards the center like a tide, forming a huge blood mill and frantically strangling to the inside, even accidentally injuring their companions. No hesitation.

Crazy, brutal, desperate.

Bai Jue has completely attracted all the hatred points. It doesn't matter whether it is in his plan or not, but it is not harmful to him. Once the attention is attracted to the center, he can use a large area without hesitation. The lightning strike, he raised his arms, and was about to release Lei Gong to help me.

However, what was surprising was that a steel scale armor emerged from the void, firmly protecting Bai Jue's body like a shield.

A clear drinking sound came from afar.

"—Tarasque, protect him!"

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Sorry, there are not enough sand sculpture pictures in stock, I will go to the King of Heroes and ask for some pictures.

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The iron-clad dragon shell turned into a solid shield and protected Bai Jue in front of him. Bai Jue raised his right arm slightly, but did not release the thunder. This defensive barrier summoned from a distance gave him a subtle sense of familiarity, but it wasn't I have really seen it, but it seems to have seen it somewhere, and this voice is a bit too familiar.

Before Bai Jue could react, a beautiful figure fell from the sky.

The crimson-purple long hair fluttered like flowing water, and the cross walking stick fell into the ground. In an instant, the ground cracked like a spider web, shaking back countless Shuras, and at the same time, a woman with long hair fluttering in a holy robe fell from the sky.

At the same time as she fell, a gentle holy light fell from the cane, illuminating the night, and the warm light shone on Bai Jue's body, bringing a warm touch, but he was not damaged at all, but instead his blood-stained clothes were covered with blood. Clarity is clean white.