bang…
Although he didn't use his full strength, this punch was tens of thousands of pounds of power, and it was not a problem to knock off a mountain.
But this punch hit the Dudish like a fart.
The Dudish didn't react, but the black silver robe felt a huge anti-shock force, and then the arm bones broke instantly, directly piercing the skin and exposing it.
His bones, with bright red blood, made the scene very terrifying.
At this scene, everyone was stunned.
Especially the black and silver robe who started the hands, the heart was shocked, and then the figure quickly retreated.
He knew that the breathless guy in front of him was far more powerful than they thought.
But just as the black silver robe retreated, the Dudish moved, and the Dudish slapped it out.
This slap may seem slow, but it is extremely fast.
The black and silver robe didn't have time to react, only to be hit by a slap.
puff…
His head was blown up by a slap from the Dudish, scarlet blood splattered everywhere, and a terrifying bloody smell spread out.
This time, Grupam and those black robes were dumbfounded.
"This…how is this possible?" Grupam looked at the black silver robe who died tragically, his face full of disbelief.
This is the Great Noblian, Great Noblian.
How can you be slapped to death?
Just like killing a fly?
Is this too outrageous?
What kind of strength would be able to slap the Great Noblian to death?
Votu Pedrotag? Transformation environment?
At this moment, Grupam's mind felt a little out of order.
And those black and silver robes looked at their companions and were slapped to death by a slap, and they all looked extremely ugly.
This time, no 1 dared to move the remaining black and silver robes, and involuntarily took a step back.
"If you release my girlfriend now and apologize on your knees, I can spare your life."
Abel said.
Grupam said with a cold face, "Abel, don't be complacent, although who knows where you invited the masters, but don't underestimate our Martial Arts Alliance."
"Even if the person you invited is a Martial Saint, what can you do? Do you think our Martial Arts Alliance doesn't have a Martial Saint?"
"The Martial Saint weapon in my hand can also exert the strength of Martial Saint."
Grupam is holding a vajra, his aura is constantly rising.
"Okay, then let's all die…"
Abel stopped talking nonsense and directly controlled the blood demon.
"Let's go together, even if it's Martial Saint, we don't have to be afraid."
Grupam said loudly.
The remaining 6 black and silver robes could only grit their teeth together. Could it be that they dared to escape?
To know the punishment of the mighty for the escapee, it is better to die than live.
The 6 black and silver robes all headed towards the Dudish, but Grupam was at the end, holding a vajra, ready to find an opportunity to give the Dudish a fatal blow.
But before Grupam could make a move, he saw the Dudish waving his big palm.
1 slap and another, and go very fast.
In the blink of an eye, the 6 black and silver robes became headless corpses, and the entire hall was filled with a thick bloody aura.
Grupam, who originally wanted to do it, suddenly became an idiot.
Staring blankly at the corpse on the ground, his face was full of horror.
These black silver robes are all Great Noblian, and some even have the strength of the late Great Noblian, and each of them is not weaker than him.
But this kind of existence at the top of the martial arts world was just shot to death?
The problem is that 1 is slapped to death, and even the souls in these black silver robes have not had time to escape.
In an instant, the ashes vanished…
Seeing this, those black copper robes could no longer control them, and they all ran out desperately. The black and silver robes couldn't withstand a slap in the face. These black copper robes were afraid that they would be blown to death in 1 breath.
"Don't let them escape…"
Abel said a word, the figure of the Dudish swayed slightly, and then the whole person appeared in front of those black copper robes.
To be continued....
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