In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Mr. Babbage, our Master can only use one Heroic Spirit to fight. If anyone is unlucky, he will be gone in an instant."

"Let me go first! My body should be able to withstand a few punches!"

The three heroic spirits were chattering, no one could convince anyone, and Rosen raised his right hand to tell them to shut up quickly.

"Everyone, it's useless not to form a quantitative suppression, unless the three heroic spirits come out together, combined with my and Joan's strength, there is still a chance of survival."

Before Rosen found a way, he could only let three Heroic Spirits appear, but now Mordred and Jack occupy the 'slots', and they cannot be recovered because they are not in the same dimension.

"Then what should we do? Hide in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then go to die after thinking quietly for 72 hours?" Medea said mockingly.

"I have a solution, you all go back first." Rosen sat down cross-legged, staring at the white note quietly, like a Buddha enlightened under the bodhi tree.

Arash and the others were not willful people. They glanced at Rosen's back and left quietly.They returned to their residences and adjusted their state to the best. Even if they died in battle, they would have to eat a piece of Soi Ying's flesh!

Time has no concept in the sea of ​​consciousness. It may be a second, or it may be countless years. Rosen, who has been looking at the note, has not thought about it. The huge gap in strength makes any battle plan futile. He is just 'enlightening'. It was just linking the mental power to somewhere above the sky, and after a long time, the eyes slowly closed.

"I think it's time to talk about it—Gudazi!"

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In this world, the poor Saintess is still being beaten like a sandbag. Zhu's fist is not only hard, but the huge amount of magic power is also enough for him to squander.

Unlike human hands, twisted 'vines' formed of red, black, golden and other colored 'vines' are full of eyes, which look extremely terrifying.

Fortunately, Joan of Arc has no energy to take a closer look, the corner of her mouth has been bitten open, a trace of bright red blood drips down her round chin, her combat boots have left deep footprints on the ground, and all her bones are moaning .

"It's almost the limit!"

The hands of the saint holding the flagpole shook violently, and she almost lost her breath when she glanced at Rosen from the corner of her eye.

The bastard is still as motionless as a sculpture. What if he agreed to resist himself and then he will figure out a way?It turns out that the powerful appearance is all pretended, but in fact he is a coward who dare not move when he sees a strong enemy!

Joan hated cowards the most, which reminded her of those brave soldiers who trembled in the face of the British army and killed their own people.

"Woman! How many seconds can you hold on!?"

Zhu screamed, breaking this tortoise shell would indeed consume a lot of strength, but the thought of immediately confronting the legendary man couldn't help himself.

"Damn! Do you like fighting so much?" The saint stepped back step by step, and the golden shield had already begun to crack.

"Yes, yes, yes! I like it the most! I like slaughter, torture, and strangulation! Especially tearing up a cutie like you!" The wild laughter continued, and the cracks grew bigger and bigger, finally reaching a critical point.

Ding--

Just like glass shattering, countless golden shards splashed around, Joan's eyes became bigger and bigger, and when his right hand just touched the hilt of the sword, the enemy had already arrived in front of him.

boom!

A hard knee hit her lower abdomen, and Joan opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, but the body that should have been 'Goofy' was pulled by the pillar, and before she recovered, another uppercut hit her chest.

"Cry! Shout! Then kneel before me!"

The black shadow roared and punched the saint, wanting to beat her into meatloaf, but the human sandbag Joan of Arc didn't even have a chance to resist, and could only feel great pain.

This kind of soft knife killing method is enough to drive ordinary people crazy. Unfortunately, the saint who has been burned on the stake has a firm face, and there is even a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"Want a good time? Okay, I'll give it to you!" Zhuji was impatient. After realizing that the physical torture could not make the other party succumb, he let go of his left hand, and hid his clenched right fist in his waist. Pupils dilate.

One punch will turn you into a rotten watermelon! !

Looking at the saint who closed her eyes and prayed to the Lord, he had already made a decision, and before he punched, several rings had already emerged.

With force on the shoulders, it was like a bolt of lightning flashing across the void, but at this moment, another bolt of 'lightning' struck from the side, which happened to collide with the fist!

puff.

There was no detonation, only the low sound of air pressure, and a hurricane was set off on the flat ground in an instant, blowing the falling saint several tens of meters and landing on the high platform.

The black shadow twisted twice, as if in doubt, looked down, and saw a white palm resting on the fist.

"Zhu, I hate guys who hit women." Accompanied by a deep male voice, there was a sharp pain in his chest before he could react.

Rosen passed through his chest with his right hand, and dispelled the shadow lingering on its body, revealing a body also full of eyeballs.

"I see, your identity is..."

"Don't talk about these useless things!" Zhu pulled out all of a sudden, and after jumping a few meters away, the big hole in his chest was closing. The pain in his body seemed to make him more happy, and he laughed wildly: "Yes! Yes, yes! It's this kind of power ! My wait was not in vain!"

"I happen to be in a hurry too! Go to hell and enjoy!"

The best way to deal with a madman is to kill him!Rosen didn't talk nonsense anymore, he disappeared from the spot and appeared on top of the opponent's head.

As if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, the raised right leg slammed down heavily, and Zhu used his hands to block the top of his head. After touching it, all the eyeballs in his body were bloodshot!

boom! !

Its knees were bent, and the high platform was trampled down to the bottom of the valley. The crater was as deep as a hundred meters, and his bones creaked.

It's not a leg, it's just a shooting star!It is similar to gathering the power of the Anti-Army Noble Phantasm at one point and sending it out!

"Cool!" Zhu roared, his originally colorful body turned red, like a big steamed lobster, he pushed the 'meteor' above his head away with all his strength, and raised his fist to blast Rosen's chest.

bang bang bang-

The two were torn together like wild beasts, with no figure visible, only the shock waves spreading all over the sky and the space in the vibration showed the intensity of the battle.

Seconds have become extravagant, even Joan who was lying on the ground couldn't see how many punches the two of them had punched, only saw countless large holes being punched into the ground made of stones, and cracks began to appear in the subspace.