87_87643 "One Hundred!Two Hundred! Two Hundred and Five!"

Forty-Seven's left and right bows and heavy punches hit the metal woman solidly, and there was no pity at all - the terrible wind pressure brought by the overwhelming force restrained the woman's ghostly movements for a certain distance, and in fact if she were not the same steel body as Forty-Seven, Forty-Seven would have been enough to tear her apart with this ruining storm alone.

The metal woman rolled in the air, shiny shards bursting from her face and chest and being drawn to her tight blade armor, not even the storm of force that had shaken the entire underground garbage dump could dissipate it even a bit.

Forty-Seven ended the streak with an air-detonating hook, and the metal woman was spun in the air like a spinning top, piercing a cracking wave through the flying tide of garbage, and slamming into the solid rock wall before stopping.

Forty-seven stood there, adjusting slightly. Delicate and indestructible brackets, axles, and sliders make up his steel muscles, and now each fiber is fine-tuned with more power, absorbing the mystical energy buried deep within it and transforming it into an unstoppable force of rage......

The metal woman rolled over and got up, half of her face shattered like an eggshell. This seems to make her cold and pretty, and it adds a certain kind of eerie and shivering beauty, like the ruins of a nuclear explosion in the sunset.

The woman did not flinch or hesitate. In the same way that Forty-Seven had treated the wound before, she was completely oblivious to the blow to her face. Forty-seven rushed like a rumbling approaching train, with a sharp roar of the concussive cavernous ground. In response to his increasingly powerful fists. The metal woman sped up again, as if Forty-Seven's strength and her agility could continue to increase without limits—causing the wildly twisted blue-white electric fire textures around the fiercely engaged duo to appear more and more frequently, flickering and then bursting out again, as if the dark space around them was constantly shattering and reorganizing.

More than a dozen flashes of metal tearing appeared on Forty-Seven's body at the same time, and the last attack pierced his skull like a dazzling pillar of light. The spiral-shaped sharp spikes protruding from the woman's fist entered from forty-seven strokes, piercing the back of the head, and like a high-speed rotating drill, it rubbed fierce fireworks at the entrance and exit.

The light in Forty-Seven's eyes dimmed for a moment. But then the burning was even more intense - how could heavyweight title fights allow cheating on gloves?

He grabbed the woman's wrist with one hand and pressed her shoulder down with the other, raising his knee and slamming it. After a short period of suppression, the woman was pressed under him, and one arm had been twisted into a twisted shape. The garbage on the ground had long since been blown away, and now her head was sinking deep into the solid rock formation, bearing one blow after another, and Forty-Seven was now no longer allowed to wrestle and knock down opponents regardless of the title fight—he had changed the rules to no-limit fighting.

The shattered rocks squeezed each other and spread outward. With the forty-seven consecutive blows, a wave of ripple-like prismatic stones was formed, the thick rock pillars collapsed one after another, more and more cracks appeared in the four walls, and the muffled thunder-like echoes continued to roar, and it was hard to imagine what would become of the harbor buildings on the ground and the metal woman who was suffering this heavy blow......

Forty-seven had punched the ground into a crater that looked like a meteorite impact. He raised his hands in the air, crossed his fingers into fists, and the deformation of the parts in his body nearly doubled the thickness of his arms, and the rubble and dust that had rolled down in the short preparation time had buried the enemy beneath him almost invisible.

But his decisive blow did not fall. It's just such a short moment of stagnation. The metal woman has recovered from the struggle to cope.

The cave once again burst into star-like brilliance. Countless flying blades bloomed with brilliant brilliance, and in an instant, it was as if the demonic forty-seven were wrapped in a huge flower of incomparably beautiful beauty.

Wrapped in the circulating starlight, there was a feeling of returning to the space battlefield in an instant—although it was a little less magnificent and magnificent than the real nebula, but there was a lot more elaborate smoothness in it. It is also a kind of beauty of creation, no less beautiful.

Beauty always contains deadly murderous opportunities. Slender metal arms stretched out from all directions, each with or holding a sharp weapon of various shapes.

For the first time, Forty-Seven was completely on the defensive. Linkage mechanisms all over the body work at the same time, and the armor slides are flipped out of the body to replace the intertwined and complex metal muscles, and they must defend themselves. Otherwise, it is likely to be torn apart by this Iron Maiden - in that case, it will be a big trouble.

Starlight blades rained down in an instant, each blow dealing as much damage as possible at the right angle possible. A thousand cuts are no more than that.

In just a few seconds, the circulating glow blade had already completed countless piercing slashes.

Forty-seven was once again scarred, with countless knife marks on his body armor, most of which had penetrated, and the joints of his body were the main targets, and he was also the most seriously injured, his arms hung limply, and his head was crooked, as if he was paralyzed. The rain-like attack didn't last long, and the metal arms disintegrated like phantoms, until only one arm was left clasped around Forty-Seven's shoulder, and the sea of blades flying around it recondensed and assembled the body parts of the arm's owner. All the light flowed into the blue eyes, and she held up her other hand, a pair of sawgear blades that were stacked on top of each other and rotated at high frequencies in opposite directions—it seemed that she was determined to cut off Forty-Seven's crumbling head.

"Huh, Infernal Space?" Forty-Seven tilted his head to look at the metal woman who still had a part of her body flying around and had not assembled, and muttered.

The ground exploded. The moment the blade fell, a sun-like pillar of fire erupted from the elbow of Forty-Seven's right arm. His fist was thrust up like a rocket into the air, and it slammed into the metal woman's body like an icebreaker crushing the ice.

At that moment, there was a freeze as if time had stood still. Forty-seven can clearly see the sharp teeth on the wheel edge, they are like pliers and scissors. The bite and staggering of each other were enough to cut through anything solid, and the metal woman in front of her had to bend down because she was punched by Forty-Seven in the abdomen, her face was almost close to the tip of Forty-Seven's nose, and Forty-Seven could even see a little abyss-like red in her blue eyes, which were her own eyes, and I believe that she was the same, and she must be able to see the star-like blue in Forty-Seven's eyes.

The right arm is deformed and constructed. Each spoke slides, every turn of the gear. The movement of each part was incomparably clear, and at the same time he could feel that the "power" had even detached itself from the moving levers and axles and became a substantial existence, surging out from every crevice, flowing through the pointed fists of the newly formed pipes, and pouring inexorably into the enemy's body, as if it were a part of itself, and even her body structure was like a thunderbolt of lightning into her mind, and disappeared in a flash.

The power that broke away from Forty-Seven immediately exploded. After the power spread and exploded, it really took on a substance. It was a cloud of thunder and lightning that poured out - the energy that had struck the metal woman exploded, sending her flying high like a broken kite and crashing straight into the dome of the cavern, causing an even bigger explosion at once, and the woman's blade armor spread out like petals again, embedded in the rock wall to channel the storm of power that raged within her, and she was gracefully and perfectly displayed for a moment, and then drowned in the burning rubble that poured down like a waterfall.

"Military Dao Kill Fist!" Forty-Seven tilted his head. Let the collapsed cavern submerge itself. His voice was heard in the torrent of falling rocks: "Or...... Skyfire Explosion Punch?"

Xinbu stood on top of a small three-story building that was already skewed, and before he could prepare whether he should enter the underground cavern of Deep Flow City to inspect it for himself, the building collapsed. The force that rushed up the building completely shattered its entire structure. And not only the small building where she was standing, but an entire block collapsed, and all the buildings that had barely supported in the previous shock collapsed, and those that had collapsed sank down with the ground—the dust and smoke rose up in the air, in the eyes of Xinbu, who was floating in mid-air. This area is like a pot of sticky porridge that is highly boiling. Fortunately, when the ground shook for the first time, the people here ran out, otherwise I don't know how many casualties would have been lost.

Absolutely ruining miè power. Although the churning of the magic net did not happen again. But Xinbu knew very well that there were not many people who could do this, even in the magic of the destruction system. There's someone fighting down there - who is it?

Not far away, a figure flying out of the smoke attracted the Storm Queen's attention. The figure was so fast that even Xinbu could only see a little meteor-like blue. But Hembo could feel that the figure glanced at her, and just for a moment, the magic in her body throbbed.

The air around Xinbu twisted, as if something pure silver was burning, and then vanished. She followed the figure in the direction it had left, not even caring if there was anyone else under the collapsed block.

After she left, it seemed quiet. There was a rare silence in this ruined ruin, like a back garden often used by aristocratic ladies for dates, although there was not a single flower.

The silence was quickly shattered. A hand covered in razor-like layers of iron armor pierced through the earth and stones, like a corpse fraud scene in a third-rate horror movie that Forty-Seven had ever seen. The five fingers are like five pythons, each writhing in their own posture and making a creaking sound, such an action appears on one hand, which looks quite terrifying. And the armor on this hand is constantly changing with the movement, and when it finally clenches into a fist, it finally looks like a human hand.

More steel bodies were pulled out of the ground by the hand, repeating the same complex and twisted reorganization. By the time Forty-Seven finally climbed out of the ground, he looked brand new, as if he had just left the factory.

However, Forty-Seven himself knew that it was actually still a lot of loss. After so many blows, it was impossible to have nothing to do - a feeling similar to "detachment" appeared in him for the first time. But that's nothing. He moved twice, expecting that the iron virgin in the hollow of the tree would never be much stronger than himself, and perhaps more seriously injured. And as he walked up the slope, the abundant energy that came from nowhere slowly soaked his body, like water flowing lower and the air heating up.

But since I feel this way. Then the other party must be the same. Forty-Seven's head rattled, and a smile of excitement appeared on his face: he was already looking forward to the next meeting.

Forty-seven stood on the edge of a ruined wall, wondering whether to wait for Moriel to come to him or go straight back to the red-robed mage's stronghold and wait for them—the female had a lot of good things in her house.

"May I ask you a question?" Without warning, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly sounded behind him, which seemed to stir and tremble the somewhat cold air.

Hmmm?

Found someone. Forty-seven turned around and saw a man come out of a half-collapsed building. And with this lucky house as the boundary, the buildings on the periphery have basically survived the poison of forty-seven places.

This is a female paladin who is also carrying a two-handed giant sword and wearing silver and white chain mail, but she has never seen it. She has short manly hair. Heroic, somewhat similar to the Night Elves' silver-white eyes towards Forty-Seven, but they didn't seem to be looking at Forty-Seven.

"Didn't your mother teach you to look at someone when you talked, Silver-Eyed Witch?" Forty-Seven repeated Moriel's words to accuse the others.

The female paladin did not show the slightest expression of anger because she was called a witch, and her silver-white eyes were still facing Forty-Seven, and if you looked closely, they were not actually completely white, but because the color of the eyes was very light, it was difficult to separate them from the whites of the eyes like mercury. She looked at Forty-Seven like she looked at a corpse. Or in her eyes, forty-seven was no different from the things around her.

This is not like the paladin's reaction.

"Who are you?" the silver-eyed paladin's question was not at all skillful, and his tone was as cold as a piece of ice, which is typical of the paladin's style.

"The people of the abyss. Who are you?" and without expecting an answer, Forty-Seven turned and walked away, wondering maliciously what would become of her when she woke up—would it be a mess?

"Paladin of the Knights of the Morning Light, Jane Fonda. The paladin was still expressionless, but her answer was very crisp. Listening to the footsteps, she had already followed, and this tepid attitude combined with the kraft candy-like behavior and cold expression was really not fun. It's not like the holy warrior Forty-Seven has seen at all, it feels like a debt collection place, if it weren't for the old holy warrior Anton who sleeps in the sleeping forest, Forty-Seven has a good impression of the holy warrior. At least he didn't want to have any more direct confrontation with people like them, maybe he had already turned around and kicked over.

"Who are you? What's going on here?Does it have anything to do with you?" Forty-Seven quickened his pace, but he didn't know if it was because he had a little prostration because of the 300 rounds of battle with the Iron Maiden, but Jane was able to follow him, and it didn't seem to be fast. But Forty-Seven just can't get rid of her -- with a run? That's so faceless.

"Little girl, don't ask about adults. Go, go home and sleep. Forty-Seven stretched out his hand to drive away Dizhen, who was walking side by side with him, which was a very dangerous move for her. With a little bit of force, the female paladin might have flown out - but I don't know if this female paladin named Jane was disconnected or calm enough, not only was she defenseless, but she was pushed away by Forty-Seven two steps and continued to follow a little behind his reach, like a thoughtless doll.

"You're looking for trouble, aren't you?" Forty-Seven stopped, turned his head and stared back at her, his tone already palpable with some impatience?? ――, I'm really afraid that your little big sword can't be done?

"As a suspect in causing this incident in the port area, I must follow you until you are willing to cooperate. Jane also stopped, completely ignoring Forty-Seven's murderous aura - or maybe she was frozen before she even reached her.

"Okay, I did it, come on, come and get me, I'm going to set this bird city on fire with an atmospheric incendiary bomb tomorrow, and suffocate all you breastless and brainless fools!" Forty-Seven clapped his hands, since this stupid girl of the Knights of the Morning Light would not obediently stay in the Temple of Glory to learn how to weave thorn bamboo, and had to teach her a lesson - well, throw it into the sea, and tomorrow she might be able to skate on the sea.

"Lying and threatening do not earn the respect of others, strange samurai. Forty-seven, but to say that the godless gaze passed through Forty-Seven and condensed the focus to a certain void behind him, it is also okay: "Sue me your name, so that I can find you." ”

"You forgot to say please, Jane Fonda, beautiful lady, defender of justice, flower of Deepstream, pride of the Northlands......" Forty-Seven was interrupted by Jane as she was about to say something.

"Please. ”

Hell, how did you meet a crazy woman tonight!

"Okay, okay, my name is Forty-Seven, now, turn back, don't follow me anymore!"

"Forty-seven?" Jane finally had a slight reaction when she heard the name, for example, a cold wind blowing on a piece of ice, no matter how cold she reacted, "No wonder I can't feel it...... It turned out to be you. I heard your name from a friend. ”

"Hah, I wish he was alive. ”

"Milia. Jane continued, as she walked forward, the wind seemed to be colder than the air on a cold night, but Forty-Seven was sluggish about it: "She has a good opinion of you. ”

"Come with me," Jane walked forward, regardless of whether Forty-Seven would follow, "Tonight the Knights of Morning Light and the forces of Deep Stream City will unite to clean up the docklands and fight against the forces of the Church of Ciric...... The drug trade must be banned, but causing such a big riot is really more than worth the loss. ”

There was a noise coming this way, and Forty-Seven could already see the shaking of the torches.

He pursed his lips and walked in a different direction—he didn't take a few steps and turned around, and damn it, Jane came with him again! Forget it...... Just follow along, go home first.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fifth chapter to go to the north of the twenty-ninth round of the Crazy City Raider (below) address is.