Dimensional Eroders

　　 Just when Dior was full of confidence and yelled at the white waves, his voice stopped abruptly, and his neck made a crisp noise, as if someone had broken a piece of Kangshuaibo dough.

　　 His head shifted sharply to the left, his neck was broken by external force, exaggerated, his cheeks were uncomfortably attached to his shoulders, and his eyes were bulging. The handsome face also looked hideous and weird.

　　 Immediately afterwards, Dior's neck began to heal on its own, making a sound of correction of the joints. He regained his breath, but he was horrified, and suddenly recalled that that day when the Josda family was about to succeed, he killed Jonathan and walked to the top with a stone ghost face, but he was attacked by invisible forces, and his success was defeated by imprisonment.

　　 The thoughts in his head didn't finish, and the pain came from behind again. Without any signs, there was severe pain in the spine, and the back was abruptly sunken, turning into an obtuse angle like an origami, and a mouthful of blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.

　　 "Cough cough cough..."

　　 Dior knelt on the ground in embarrassment, raised his hands to support his neck, returned to his position, nervously looking at the white waves, his thoughts gradually became clear, he connected everything together, and enlightened:

　　 "It's you! You did all this! What is that? What is attacking me!"

　　In Wagan's eyes, Dior seemed to be crazy. The last second was full of pride and arrogance, the next moment I became panic, and somehow broke my neck and vomited blood, completely unable to understand what happened?

　　 Bai Lang sneered and said, "This is a stand-in attack!"

　　 "Stand-in? What is that?"

Dior seemed to be curious to ask questions, but in fact he distracted Bailang's attention. The fractured spine had quickly healed on its own. At this moment, when he kicked out, the ground burst in response. When the strong wind spread, people had appeared in front of the white waves, and the cold was sharp and nailed. As a blade, it pierced the white waves like lightning, rubbing the air and making a scream.

　　 "Bramble!"

In the continuous high-intensity combat, Bailang realized a truth, that is, even if determined to take the "Blood Beef Shield" route, it does not mean that it will be like a tank, no matter what the situation is hard to face, and the air is stunned... Obviously there is a'Maxqin', naturally the less effort the better. It's as if you have a "black ghost" at this moment, why not use it?

　　So far, only the last enemy of Dior remains. There is no need to reserve any extra energy anymore, so Bailang injected all the IBM particles into the black thorns, let it be at its peak limit, and completed its work!

　　...

　　 Dior's movements are fast, and the black thorns react faster.

　　 Its data is three times the physical fitness of Bailang. It can use "Thorn Anti-Injury" and even load "Ripple" battery life. The only drawback is that the duration is short.

　　 Now that he burst out with full force, the black thorns are like a phantom, instantly surpassing Dior, one hand abruptly blocked in front of the white waves, firmly grasping Dior's hand knife and intercepting it. The icy cold is ineffective against the unconscious black thorns.

　　 The sharp claws that swung extremely fast were forced to stop by a huge force less than three centimeters from his forehead, and the violent wind blew on the white wave's face, but he didn't move at all, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

　　 In the next second, a small whirlwind suddenly rolled up in the transparent air.

　　 At this time, Dior opened his eyes in anger, his heart was full of depression and unwillingness. Under the agitated spirit, he saw a vague whip kick in the air, rolling the wind and kicking him!

"I saw!"

　　 Boom!

　　Although he clearly saw the black thorns whip leg, he was powerless and too late to resist.

　　 Too fast, the black thorns bursting out of overload, worthy of the IBM particles that it burned crazily. Dior moved his arms hard, trying to bend his knees to resist, but the thorns still took the lead, kicking heavily in his lower abdomen, and the impact burst instantly, causing Dior to sink into a big pit in his abdomen and shoot out fiercely.

　　 In the process of flying backwards, Dior tried his best to consume the life essence stored in his body and quickly repair his injuries. Volley twisted his body, stepped on one leg to the ground behind him, restraining the inertia of the inverted flight, and then lowered his body, inserted his hands into the slate ground, ploughed out three long traces, and stopped the retreat.

　　 At the moment when he relaxed, the vague black figure gradually disappeared.

　　 Ordinary people other than Asians can only see black ghosts when they are extremely tense and emotional. But this situation does not last long. Once the tight nerves slow down, they will disappear again.

Dior relied on his stunning prying eyes, his body shape changed abruptly, and he charged at extreme speed. Then his body turned back at an acute angle, bypassing the black thorns, and went straight to the white waves, desperately burning the vitality in his blood, trying to get ahead of the black thorns. Kill the whitecaps.

　　 "First gear!"

　　 Although Bai Lang uses ‘substitute attack’, he is not a weak person hiding behind the black thorns. He is also fearless in front of him. His body swelled, his muscles were knotted, his arms turned into iron cyan, and he slammed his punches at Dior, like a cannonball coming out of his mouth!

boom!

　　 There was no fancy collision, and Bai Lang's iron arm just quivered.

　　 Compared with the previous life, the Lang brother in this life's Heng Lian has risen to Lv4, and his iron body +2 defense is even more ferocious. With just a slight shake, he will take Dior's mortal blow.

　　Dior obviously couldn't accept this cruel reality. He opened his arms around with bows and arrows in a row, and waved countless fist marks in the air: "Eula Oula Oula Oula Oula..."

　　 Bai Lang: "No piggy bank, no piggy bank, no piggy bank, no piggy bank..."

　　 With terrifying perception, Bai Lang also waved a pair of iron fists to accurately intercept every attack of Dior.

　　Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom b

There was a continuous and dull crashing sound in the air. The wind swelled around the two of them. The white waves crazily squeezed the ripples in the body as fuel to bless the flesh. The faster the fists, the heavier and heavier the force, they walked forward step by step. Dio suppressed Dior, and his advantages became more obvious.

　　 "Eula! Oula! Oula! Oula! Oula..." Dior yelled incompetently as he stepped back.

　　 "Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless... Increase your strength!" Bai Lang shouted with a ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth.

　　 Dior's face changed wildly, looking at the Asura evil spirit with blue skin and blue veins bursting from his forehead, he felt fear in his heart, unable to accept the cruel fact that he was suppressed by the front.

　　 "Ah ah ah ah! I'm not reconciled! Euler, Euler..."

　　 "Poor and weak! Poor and weak! Poor and weak! Poor and weak! Poor and weak...!"

　　 "Fast! Faster! Faster! Faster! Faster! Faster...!"

　　 "Waste! Waste! Waste! Waste! Waste! Waste...!"

　　 The white waves stopped the black thorns and crushed and beaten them frantically from the front with their strength. The face of Dior who was beaten was crazy, Yan Yi was unpredictable, and he was about to go crazy.

　　 "Dior, are you a woman? Compared to the horrible slash of the Juggernaut, your attack is as funny as a woman dancing ballroom! Broken!"

　　 Compared with the experienced knights who have been fighting for a long time, Dior is more terrifying in physical fitness, but the threat is less. Before he became a vampire, he was an ordinary rich man, and Bailanghang fought so freely.

　　 Especially at this moment, after Dior was shocked by his aura, he became weaker and weaker.

　　 At the moment when the opponent's mind was loosened, Bai Lang's ‘corrugated pendulum’ hit Dior’s face, and the electric ripples burst and passed, leaving a hideous burn mark on his face~www.NovelMTL.com~ Ah! "

　　 With a bitter cry, Dior covered his cheeks and backed out, his expression almost collapsed: "Ahhhh, your humble ripple, like a frog urinating, ruined my perfect face?!"

　　 "Yes, this is the'white turbid frog urinating down and rippled' that I specially developed for you!" White waves not only beat him, but also humiliated him with words, making Dior's spirit about to collapse.

　　 Black Thorns followed up again, and the two sides joined together. Dior tried his best to resist, but was overwhelmed by the sling in an instant.

　　 The white waves attacked from the front, the ripples were strong and domineering, and the thorn enchant was superimposed at the same time. Every time they collided, they left countless needles and blood holes in Dior's body.

　　 And the black thorns turned into a "wolf shape", wandering flexibly like lightning, a 360° circle attack without dead angles, focusing on every key point. In just one round of head-on confrontation, Dior's whole body was wounded, ripples penetrated the flesh and blood, and the burning sizzled.

　　 Suddenly, the black thorns swept his legs, put Dior upside down, and the white waves caught up with him, kicking him into the sky with a kick from the **** of war. At this time, Dior was already unable to resist and was beaten in all directions...

　　 Really-hang up and fight!

The next moment, the white waves and the black thorns are side by side, and they are in perfect harmony with each other. They are stuck directly under Dior, and they staggered their punches into the air in a tacit agreement. Each punch is heavy and powerful, winding ripples, and blasting Dior's body with punch marks and depressions He stiffened and hung in the air.

The four arms turned into shadows, and countless visible corrugated shells sprang out. Dior’s body burned under the ripples and disappeared in smoke, and eventually even the screams disappeared. Only a small part of the head connected to the neck remained and fell to the ground. Do not look down.

　　?_To_Be_Continued……Recommended ticket