Magic Domain

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For Renault, in the giant wood forest, he could already hide his breath and spiritual power fluctuations to escape the pursuit of powerful enemies. At this moment, when he put this turtle breathing method to the extreme, he instantly excited his face. Claude changed color.

"Ray, Renault?"

He saw his soon-to-be-successful experiment suddenly lost his breath, and the whole person froze.

After a puff, Claude had arrived at Renault's bed.

In front of Renault, his face was black and his breathing stopped. He couldn't even feel the slightest fluctuations in his life. Obviously, he was completely deprived of his vitality by the bottle of violent poison just now.

"Well, how is this possible? Everything is going smoothly, how can it suddenly die!" Crowder's previous expectations were as great as the disappointment at the moment, and the huge contrast between heaven and **** before and after made meticulous. He was so cunning for a second.

What Renault wants is the moment of this second!

Brush it. When the eyes of Renault opened, there were two lightning bolts across the tent. The endless white spirits appeared like crazy mountains and tsunami. They emerged from Renault’s body and gathered in his Above the right hand.

"Die to me!" Renault couldn't hesitate to come.

A moment of great success, a good opportunity that is fleeting.

You must hit it!

The demon must be hacked!

The mysterious black short stick has been firmly held by Renault in his hand.

Boom.

Renault put a stick, blending all his anger, all his hatred, and all his arrogance.

The obscure black short stick seemed to feel the monstrous fighting spirit in Renault's heart at this moment. It was the last bet on Renault's bet, and a touch of light appeared on the dark stick.

The strange runes on the short sticks flashed a little invisible aura, as if there was something Xuanqi's power awakened by Renault, and the whole stick made a black stick figure in the air, like a thunderbolt in the sky, like a mountain collapse , Slammed down Claude.

"What, you!" Claude almost glared out of his eyes, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

Where did Claude think that the medicine that he had been waiting for so long would eventually become a life-threatening Yan Luo, and the whole person was so frightened that he saw a black stick figure hacking towards himself in a hurry.

However, this person is not an ordinary person after all.

In less than one thousandth of a second, Claude had calmed down, his frightened eyes turned into endless murders.

"Boy, even if you can move, so what? A fighter, I am afraid that you will not succeed? Get away!"

Claude raised his right hand at the last moment to block, and the powerful fighting will form an indestructible barrier on his arm. Don’t say that Renault is just a middle-level fighter, even the most powerful high-level fighter can’t break through this layer. defense.

kill!

Together with the short stick in his hand, Renault made a striking blow.

Get out of here!

Claude sneered and threw a fist, he would severely pat the ants who dare to resist him on the ground, ravaged to death!

One stick and one punch, after all, they collide.

The result made Claude fall to hell.

what?

Glara!

A burst of crisp ganglia sounded.

Even Renault couldn't believe it. Claude's powerful fist with a fighting strength in front of his short stick was smashed into mud like bean curd dregs.

Crowding down, Claude's right arm was declared scrapped, and he was smashed straight from the shoulder to the ground, his blood and flesh blurred.

Claude didn't respond, but a huge pain of pain made him howl.

"Oh!"

This throat was heartbreaking, but fortunately Claude had extended the black circle to the entire tent range. No matter what happened inside, he could not hear it outside. It was just a cocoon.

Renault succeeded in a blow, and his figure jumped like an eagle. The short stick in his hand exuded a brilliance of glory, and greeted Crowder's head directly.

Bang Bang Bang Bang.

Horrible short stick, God knows how it can have such a huge power, each stick fell like a thunder struck on the ground, straight hit the deep pit.

At the last minute, Claude also exploded the endless potential in his body. He was tumbling on the ground in awkwardness, actually avoiding the thunderstrike of Renault three times in a row.

The sound of the wind breaking and bursting near his ears made Claude's soul tremble, but every stick of Renault blocked the direction he wanted to escape. After finally hiding for three times, he finally got a shoulder injury Too heavy, his body slowed down, and Renault was hit **** the lumbar spine for the fourth time.

There was a crunch, followed by a scream.

Claude was pumped by Renault into a rolling gourd. After several rolls on the ground, the waist of the whole body had become a lumpy grind. The spine, pelvis and blood were all rubbed together. Together, there was only a little muscle and legs attached, and the whole person was completely crippled.

"Uh...wow...uh..."

Even if the injury was like this, Claude still desperately urged the grudge in his body, condensed on the waist position, and at the same time his hands gripped the ground like an unwilling demon.

He kept vomiting blood in his mouth and stared at Reynolds with an unwilling roar, but no matter how hard he struggled, there was no room for reversal, but he was consuming his last vitality with lingering breath.

Renault had a short stick in his hand, like a black roaming dragon flying around in a circle, and fell into Renault's body.

At the same time, Renault couldn't help but wiped his cold sweat. He finally won the game, but it was too thrilling to win.

If it wasn't for the short stick to break out a powerful power that he couldn't even imagine at the last moment, could he beat the powerful opponent who is opposite to him? It's really two things.

At this moment, Claude breathed fire.

He cannot accept this fact! He didn't see the blood of a thousand poisons, but the sickle of death was waiting, which made him unbelievable, and he fell crazy from heaven to hell.

Goo... goo...

Every time in his waist, accompanied by his unwilling breathing, he would squeeze out the river-like flesh and blood residue, even if he used arrogance to maintain his vitality, it would be a return to heaven.

"For, why, you can..." Finally, Claude spit out a sentence mixed with blood foam, his eyes opened like a dead fish, obviously it was difficult to swallow the last breath, and did not want to die unclearly. .

"Do you really treat me as the fish you slaughtered?" Reynolds did not care, looked at Claude calmly, and said: "Unfortunately, you are not as smart as you think."

Claude's waist was still bleeding, and he struggled to maintain his last breath: "You...I...hate..."

"puff!"

He vomited blood again. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair. There was a big resentment in his heart. Originally everything was perfect, but the final result was so cruel that he couldn't accept it even if he died.

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