"You don't want to die, just get out of here, I'm just dealing with Abel, I don't want to kill you…"
Gramina didn't want to follow Oldrim and the others.
Oldrim and Nune glanced at Abel???
Suddenly, Nune pulled out the Immortal Binding Rope, and then pulled it out fiercely.
The Immortal Binding Rope is a sacred weapon, and its power is naturally extraordinary.
Seeing this, Gramina jumped up, and the 4 black gold robes behind him jumped up instantly.
A black gold robe grabbed Nune's Immortal Binding Rope directly, then chopped it down with a knife, and the Immortal Binding Rope snapped.
Seeing that the Immortal Binding Rope was cut off so easily, Nune was stunned.
Just as Nune was stunned, the black golden robe slammed Nune's body with a heavy punch. Nune's body was like a kite with a broken string, and was instantly knocked out 100s of meters away.
The 2 were not at the same level of competition. The Great Noblian and the Martial Saint were completely different.
Even if Nune has a sacred weapon in his hand, the strength he can actually use is not necessarily able to reach the level of a sacred weapon! Remember the website address
, so the other party will easily cut off the immortal rope, and then knock it out.
Seeing this, Oldrim knew that his strength could not stop the opponent, but they couldn't let these people do anything to Abel, so he took out a spell, bit his tongue suddenly, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the spell. superior.
These spells instantly rose up with raging flames, and then these flames turned into a ten-meter-high fire man, rushing towards the hurried black gold robe.
The raging flames directly caused the surrounding temperature to rise instantly, and the scorching of the flames made people breathless.
But the 4 black gold robes didn't seem to be afraid, and they all punched.
The whistling sound of a landslide and ground cracking sounded, and the ten-meter-high burning man was instantly shattered, and the scattered flames scattered all over the ground, igniting the surrounding trees.
The terrifying power did not disappear after smashing the Burning Man. It penetrated the Burning Man's body, and smashed heavily on the Oldrim.
Oldrim's body flew out instantly, and then fell to the ground.
At this moment, Oldrim's face was pale, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth. Then Oldrim took out a charm from his chest, and he was secretly afraid.
If it weren't for this life-saving talisman, the power just now, the Oldrim at this time would have already returned to the west.
Jeffrey hugged Jethro, looking at the scene in front of him, he didn't dare to move.
He knew that even his shot would be useless.
In the face of an opponent with disparity in strength, there is no choice but to accept fate.
The Great Noblian follows Votu Pedrotag, that is an unbridgeable gap.
What's more, when the opponent made a shot, it was 4 Martial Saints. With such strength, let alone the Gobel family in Baralmoth City, even the entire Molopia, which family could resist.
"Hmph, just because you guys want to stop it? It's a joke…"
Gramina looked at the injured Oldrim and the others and sneered.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, then Abel is going to break through…"
The magic envoy in Gramina urged.
Gramina nodded, and then went to Abel with the 4 black gold robes, and was about to attack Abel.
But when a few people pressed their hands on Abel, intending to absorb the spiritual power in Abel's body, there was a sudden buzz.
Abel's body began to permeate a strange force. This force seemed to have a huge suction force, and instantly absorbed the spiritual power in several people's bodies.
"This…what's the matter?"
Gramina panicked all of a sudden, because he felt the breath in his body was passing quickly, instead of absorbing Abel's spiritual power.
"It's broken, it's broken…"
The 4 black gold robes also panicked, knowing that they were all Martial Saints, but even so, they couldn't stop the breath in their bodies from rapidly flowing towards Abel.
To be continued....
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