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Chapter 39: The Coffin Splitter

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    Although Zhang Debiao is far smarter than his peers, he is still a brave and aggressive barbarian in essence. Even if he lives in the dream world all his life, he cannot change the violence in his blood, not to mention that the dream world and the real world are completely different.  If a different civilization system uses the laws of the dream world to deal with real world affairs, it will only hit the head and bleed.

    Like all people in southern Xinjiang, he believes that violence cannot solve all problems, but it can solve most problems.

    The two grassland warriors rushed forward side by side, although their speeds were almost the same, their movements were different.  The tall and burly man ran like a violent bear, making the ground tremble when he stepped on it, while the other man's steps were erratic, making it difficult to grasp his center of gravity.

    Both of these two are very good players. They should be on the same level as Donaldson and Sawyer, but they have an aura more than Donaldson and the others. Only those who are ruthless and murderous have the aura!

    Although they are at the same level, if Donaldson and Sawyer fight with them, they will definitely die!

    "Twisting Silk Strength!"

    "Hob strength!"

    Zhang Debiao caught the fists of the two men, and suddenly knew something was wrong. The fist of the tall grassland warrior was soft and lacked much strength. Instead, there were a few feminine strengths like silk, which twisted his right arm muscles, almost  The bones and tendons were broken, and even the arms were almost removed!

    But the short prairie warrior used the incomparably fierce force of the hob, and the fierce fist cut the sleeve of his left arm into rags, as if his arm had been sliced ??by a sharp knife.  How many wounds!

    The two grassland soldiers smiled sinisterly, staggered their figures, and attacked Zhang Debiao.  The short warrior's hands seemed to be two big axes, opening and closing, and the wind was blowing fiercely. The knife energy generated by the hob force broke through the wind and made a sharp sound.

    However, the burly warrior was extremely flexible, rushing from left to right, his hands were like picking up flowers, light and soft with a feminine air.

    "Boy, doesn't it feel good? Don't talk about you, even those masters will fall under the hands of my brothers!" The short grassland warrior laughed, his voice hoarse and harsh.

    Zhang Debiao let out a cold snort, not dodging or evading his hob power, he strode forward, fisted like a gun, and greeted him with a snort.  The thunder hand and the hob collided vigorously, making a loud noise, the short soldier staggered back as if drunk, his right hand fell limply, but was destroyed by the extremely feminine big coffin splitter!

    At the same time, the burly warrior's hands were printed on Zhang Debiao's back one after another, making two muffled bangs.

    Immediately, two palm prints appeared on the magic robe behind Zhang Debiao, and the rags scattered like butterflies.

    The young man ignored the soldier behind him at all, strode to keep up, and slammed down with his palm. There was a strong wind and thunder, and he said angrily, "Does it feel good?"

    The short soldier was terrified, he quickly raised his left arm to parry, and with a click, his left arm also hung down limply.

    "I'm asking you how you feel!" Zhang Debiao received two palms on the back again, a mouthful of blood poured into his throat, but he swallowed it back into his stomach, raised his palm again and slapped the opponent, roaring: "  answer me!"

    The short prairie warrior's hands were crippled. He watched him press his palm on top of his head, and suddenly there was a loud bang in his head. His brain was completely destroyed by the soft force of the big coffin splitter, and he didn't know anything.

    Zhang Debiao killed the short fighter with three punches, then suddenly turned around to face another enemy.

    The tall and burly prairie warrior saw that he was not fighting or fighting, and that his companion was beaten to death by three punches. He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, shouting: "Kankan Mitch, come and save me!  "

    Suddenly, a voice came from his ear: "You slap me four times, and I will give you one back. If you don't die, I will let you live!"

    The burly warrior only felt his opponent's palm on his back, and three strange and feminine forces penetrated towards his lungs, and quickly mobilized his fighting energy, turning it into a coiling force to block it.

    Those three femininity forces were wrapped in layers by the winding silk energy, but they still penetrated into his abdomen, and burst out suddenly, shaking the winding silk energy to pieces, and the internal organs were also shattered!

    "Heh, heh the barbarian coffin splitter" The burly warrior took two steps forward, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

    Zhang Debiao killed two formidable enemies, his momentum dissipated, he sat down, and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

    He looked majestic and majestic just now, like a god descending to earth, but after all, his cultivation base was not high, and he only killed two enemies by exchanging injuries for injuries with his bravery.  After the battle, my mind was relaxed and I felt pain all over my body, especially the back.??The place where four palms wrapped silk jing were printed, as if the muscles there were smashed, and the internal organs were also aching, and the right arm was scratched by the hob jin, and it was still bleeding.

    "In the future, I can no longer be a hero casually. I want to fight with others openly, but I get hurt all over my body."

    Brother Tai flapped his wings and flew in front of him, stopping in mid-air, with a look of awe in his eyes.

    "Aman, you were so cruel just now" Brother Tai said with his head sideways, and then his attitude became tough again: "Of course, you are a little worse than my brother Tai!"

    Zhang Debiao suddenly remembered something, jumped up suddenly, stretched his back muscles, grinned his teeth in pain, and said angrily: "You've been looking at me? Where's Xiao Hei? How can you let Xiao Hei fight that magister one-on-one?"

    "The magister?" Brother Tai curled his lips and snorted coldly: "He was killed by Xiao Hei before I came to him. What a bore! Both of you are cruel, but I don't have it.  Be brutal too!"

    Zhang Debiao ignored the tiger's complaints, and hurriedly looked back, only to see the giant black dog lying beside the prairie magister not far away. Seeing its owner looking at it, it wagged its tail excitedly, and then looked fiercely.  Staring at the magister's corpse, it seemed that he was worried that he would come back to life.

    The prairie magician bit off his neck, and his head and neck were separated. Of course, he was dead beyond death.

    Zhang Debiao walked over and saw that the ground was in a mess, with ice chips all over the place, and a stone wall was erected not far away. There was a hole in the shape of a big dog in the stone wall. It was obviously Xiao Hei who broke through him forcefully.  The shield of the stone wall rushed to the magister, smashed the shield of ice source, and killed him!

    Zhang Debiao couldn't imagine what a violent impact it was, so he couldn't help but look at Xiao Hei more: "This guy Xiao Hei is much stronger than when he was in the Sunset Forest. It would be difficult for me to confront the magister head-on, but he  Can easily kill the opponent, could it be said that it is really a three-headed hellhound?"

    "Heizi, get up, obediently make three heads for the master!"

    The giant black dog stood up, lowered its head and stared at a stone on the ground, as if concentrating on it, trying to conjure up two other heads.  Zhang Debiao waited expectantly for a long time, but there was still no response.

    Xiao Hei sat down slumped, with his head downcast, his two front paws covering his face, a little too ashamed to see anyone.

    Zhang Debiao patted it on the head, comfortingly said: "It doesn't matter if it can't be changed, you have two extra heads to quarrel with yourself? Let's see what we can gain first." He said, taking down the magic wand of the prairie magister  , stuffed into their own package.

    There was nothing else on the prairie magister. After searching for a long time, Zhang Debiao finally found the ring on his finger. His eyes lit up: "Space ring? Good things must be placed here My mental strength is not enough to open the space."  A ring, but there's one little thing that does. Tag!"

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