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The bandits around him immediately collapsed.

As if he had been punched hard, all the muscles on Alexander's face began to twitch and twist, although he still continued his attack movements, but it was only because of inertia, and the killing intent and killing momentum contained in this blow were completely overwhelmed and blown away by the tide of fear.

Forty-seven felt the signal of danger for a moment, as if he was being pulled in the body explosively burst out of pure evil, Alexander just staggered past the side, fortunately he was not completely overwhelmed, he reluctantly turned around, facing Forty-Seven, and Forty-seven's death-like magic hand has reached in front of him, if he is caught, Alexander's neck will definitely snap off, and his head will be pulled off- Alexander raised the T-crutch as if to make a defensive stance, but it seemed that the weak movement had no effect at all, and he only pointed at Forty-Seven with the tip of the T-crutch.

But Forty-Seven doesn't see it that way. He withdrew his hand in front of him, and the black wings behind him instinctively opened, and at the same time, the front half of Alexander's T-shaped crutch flew out like a sharp arrow fired from a crossbow—one at Forty-Seven's face, one at Forty-Seven's chest and abdomen.

Forty-seven accurately blocked these two parts with both hands. So it was equivalent to Forty-Seven catching these two arrows with both hands, and although they were full of strength, they could not do any serious damage to Forty-Seven's hands - if they did not explode immediately.

Forty-seven clenched hands - to prevent the impact of the explosion and the debris from splashing everywhere, causing even more damage.

The price of this was that his hands were almost deformed and twisted.

Forty-seven was pushed back by the force of the explosion, and Alexander had already crawled back into the bandit pile, and the feeling of escaping death made him almost incontinent.

"Hahaha, burying it won't kill you, well done, Alexander, you are worthy of being the deputy head of the white-bearded regiment, come to me, and I will withdraw the punishment for you. "It's still the same thunderous voice.

Roy immediately went over and helped Alexander up, with a respectful attitude and a humble expression, it turned out that the leader of the so-called Shaking Head Thieves Group was still the number two person in the Whitebeard Thieves Group, so it was obvious that what he said before was all a lie, was it just a coincidence or was it premeditated before he decided to be his guide?

Alexander's face was filled with pride and joy, and he broke free from Roy's hand and walked to the top of the group of thieves in high spirits.

Forty-seven looked down at his hands. The cracked armor was deeply embedded with sharp shards, and the fingers were twisted like twisted flowers, and it was a miracle that they were still attached to the palms.

Qiao Sen's eyesight regained a little more, and he could see forty-seven broken hands quite clearly. His face changed, obviously he didn't expect Lian Forty-Seven to be so seriously injured in this one photo.

"You're finished, Tin Bastard. ”

Hoffman casually stood behind the robbers in a robe, and he was the one who shouted just now.

He held a great hammer in his right hand, and on his left arm was a large and thick shield - the oval shield was cast in the shape of a large bug, blade-like claws protruding from the edge of the shield, huge triangular iron armor was stacked, and near the front of the hand was a large mouth of a terrible beast, I don't know what species.

Both weapons were bigger, even for him.

Hoffman had a blood stain on his chin - the result of his plucking, or rather the after-effects.

Roy and Alexander stood at either side of him respectfully, not at all dissatisfied, or afraid to do so—though it was likely that they would be demoted again in the next moment.

"Hand over the Doubt Bomb in your hands, tell me who sold it to you, and take me to him. Forty-seven lowered his hand and repeated the previous request with a blank face, as if the tattered hands were not his own: "And, Alexander, hand over your little toy too, I can consider only breaking your arm." ”

"Hahaha!" Hoffman laughed, shaking the audience.

His body swelled with laughter. By the time the laughter stopped, the last robe had been wrapped around his body and turned into a half-cut gown.

Hoffman swung a pointed hammer - it was just right for him now, but it was too much for the others: "Are you testing my patience? Do you want to prove to me how many pounds you have? Then try it! Kill me!"

He couldn't tolerate someone on his own turf who was as strong as him, or even surpassed, and that was the most unforgivable thing for him.

With Hoffman's order, the robbers swarmed up.

But only a moment later, Hoffman roared and gave another order: "Get out of the way!"

Forty-seven stood proudly in the middle of the field, covered in pieces of flesh and blood.

The first robber struck at him with his sword, and Forty-Seven met him with a knee, and the robber's chest deflated, and then Forty-Seven stepped on him and jumped somersault, striking the heads of the two robbers with both hands, and piercing into the skull, and whirling in it, and when it came out, the red and white were indistinguishable, and began to heal, as if they had been coated with some kind of panacea, and their legs were also propped up, and kicked the other two robbers, causing them to fly out with blood.

The hardest robbers under his hands all looked so vulnerable in front of this tin man, you must know that these guys are all professional villains who have been born and died with him, and they are all competent outlaws, although there is nothing to be sorry for dying, but if one of his subordinates dies to the point that he has to do everything himself, it still makes Hoffman feel like a loss.

This kind of guy has the value of being broken. Hoffman swung a huge war hammer, the resulting wind pressure lifted off the hats of many people, strode down to the field with his legs like a pile driver, the closer he got to him, the more he felt the enormity of this monster, Forty-Seven was like a thin boy compared to it, Hoffman looked down at Forty-Seven condescendingly and arrogantly.

Forty-seven raised his head, and the red fire shone on the giant man in front of him, and his feet kicked up a cloud of sand at the same time, and he was the first to attack.

The sand shell hit Hoffman's face door impartially, and Forty-Seven's leg came again, still facing the door. Then there was the neck, collarbone, elbows, abdomen, crotch, and knees, all of which were blocked by the strange shield on his left hand, except for the initial sand bullet that was unguarded.

The hammer swung in the fierce wind, but it looked a little aimless, and Forty-Seven stepped away easily, looking behind the big bug to reveal Hoffman's ugly face covered in sand and blood, and the sand particles embedded in his skin were enough for him to work in the mirror for a while.

Hoffman's big mouth exhaled hard, he didn't reach out to wipe the blood from his face, the blood tendons extended from the top of his head to the back of his head, and the blood was connected to his neck, and the guy was probably so angry that he couldn't wait to pounce on Forty-Seven and chisel it into a chimney.

His steps were a little shaky, his eyes were groggy, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth, but he grinned loudly.

This tin head is nothing more than that.

He had been conceited that he was going to take all of Forty-Seven's attacks, but just one blow made him change his mind, although the Giant Technique gave his body a rock-solid physical defense, but it couldn't block one of Forty-Seven's understated sand bullets, he might be confident that he could survive all of Forty-Seven's attacks, but it was quite difficult to say whether he could fight back.

But this block made his face very unbearable, as if he was forced to take half a step back when two people fought hard with their fists.

Hoffman let out a grunt in his throat, his huge body crouched down, the shield almost blocking his whole body, and then the professional collision of American football players, and the big hammer in his right hand was also ready to attack, just waiting for Forty-Seven to smash him into a thin sheet of iron the moment he touched the shield.

Forty-Seven tried to draw his serrated greatsword, but the result was not satisfactory, his hands were still unusable, his twisted and cracked palms could not maneuver the heavy sword, and Hoffman's pressing forced him to abandon the ridiculous idea of strapping the sword to his wrist.

Not being able to use his hands is a very troublesome problem for Forty-Seven, although his jumping power is not bad, but he lacks agile body footwork, and it is not a wise judgment to fight the big monster in front of him only by brute force, Forty-Seven scans the fist behind the big shield that clenched the muscles of the warhammer.

Forty-Seven jumped up like a professional wrestler and kicked both feet at the same time on the big bug shield, and then the momentum and the bouncing force of his legs dodged Hoffman's thor-like hammer quite smoothly, and the loud noise shook everyone present, and a huge crater appeared in the ground when the smoke and dust dissipated, and the dust floating on the ground spread out like ripples, rolling towards the onlookers who were numb and frightened on the soles of their feet.

He never thought that the Giant Transformation Technique could have such a powerful destructive power, Qiao Sen had fought with many opponents who had mastered the Giant Transformation Technique, and those guys were so bad that he mistakenly thought that the Giant Transformation Technique was just a bluff trick, and the same skill, but the embodiment of strength was simply a world of difference.

Spewing out a breath of evil wind, Hoffman was searching the crowd for the trace of Forty-Seven, the blow full of anger just now poured all his mental power, and the storm and dust caused by it also made him unable to see Forty-Seven's whereabouts, but he definitely didn't escape from here, even if he really wanted to escape, be patient, he would always find it.

There was a commotion from the crowd on the left, followed by screams, blood splattered out, the wall of people was broken open, and the forty-seven blockers were invincible and killed, and this jump actually flew out so far, which shows how fierce the collision just now was.

This time, Forty-Seven did not stagnate, flying up his iron legs and constantly swept towards Hoffman, but his movements were still a little clumsy because he was not good at using his legs, no matter which angle he chose to attack, Hoffman only needed to squat in place and turn in a circle to defend easily.

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It's late...... Excuse me...... However, this chapter can be regarded as the ...... of reaching the 3 Klux Klan.