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Chapter seven hundred and seventy third talk

Mu Tiegen felt that he had already lost half his life and the fleet would need to run for two days and one night. The demon ship ran out in just four hours.

They set out from the fleet from Heitian, and now they have seen the walls of Wangxiangcheng, and it is not yet dawn.

No one on the boat had vomited, either they would have been exhausted, or they would have been like Mu Tiegen, because the sea water was too salty and closed their mouths firmly.

Mu Tiegen looked at Zhang Ziyou behind him, and still maintained that honor. Along the way, the other party conservatively drank more than three kilograms of sea water and perhaps ate a few fish.

But Mu Tiegen dared not look back, he was afraid that he would lose his sense of balance.

Is this thing really made by humans? Mu Tiegen's rough hand kept stroking the mast that he had grabbed into a tricky pattern. Shu Mahe had already looked at him several times, as if he was very dissatisfied with his behavior of destroying the hull.

No matter how you look at it, this thing doesn’t seem to be used for humans. If it were a mortal, I’m afraid it would be given to the charity house now, right?

The speed of the Demon is too fast. The sea breeze blows the hairstyles of people into flags. They just passed by a large ship, and the other party didn't even react at all.

"We're coming." The fatigue of several hours in a row made Shumahe a little tired. He sorted out his hair and slowed down the speed of the demon: "Everyone clean up, we have to swim over. The fire on the shore is a camp. Should it be ours."

"Do you want it to be convenient? Urinate?" Shumahe asked while untiing his belt, "Why are there people in the martial arts world? How come there are so many etiquettes? Just be polite."

"I've urinated." The two Jianghu guests sitting in the back row replied like robots, as if they didn't want to stay on the boat for a second, and turned over and went into the water with a thud.

Shu Mahe looked at Mu Tiegen awkwardly, then tied his belt back: "Chengran is indeed the Mu Tieren who is known as the gangster of the world. Since this ship was built, you are the first one to not vomit."

Mu Tiezhu hugged his fists and lay on the side of the boat for a long time. Finally, he endured his willpower and control of his muscles and went back to bed.

He raised Zhang Ziyou and jumped into the sea.

The last book that went into the sea, Ma He, took away the demon's title, and the application of space spells in Eastern magic should be more delicate.

This directly shows that in the loess area, the price of space equipment is much cheaper.

New China players are looking forward to the reinforcements that the moon is waiting for, and they just landed quietly in an armed swimmer for a night.

Of course, before they can exert their true strength as reinforcements, many of them have to change their pants first, and some may also need a set of first aid for CPR.

After all, no matter how Mu Tiegen looked at Zhang Ziyou, he felt that he was about to leave.

"Head, I'll leave the city gate to you!" Mancini dragged the monk Feng Wuyi's arm and retreated all the way back.

Feng Wuyi was shocked in the previous explosion, and now the only one who can hold on at the city gate is Master Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang's silver-white [Iron Body] has been smoked into black, and those bad guys are so desperate.

They can always fly low altitude and head straight into the tunnel of the city gate. Until now, almost all of these bad guys can play a few tricks in the sky, making obvious progress with the naked eye.

When the Demon Hunter replaced the vacant seats left by Feng Wuyi and Mancini, the first one to rush over was not the big-shouldered and round-waisted green skin, they also learned from the successive accidental injuries.

Wait until the farts are excited first and then go on.

Sure enough, the two butt spirits dripped in a crooked arc in the sky and rushed towards the city gate opening at a height less than two meters from the ground.

These farts are disposable consumables, and for Brother Idea, there is no difference between gunpowder and wood.

The first fart spirit was too close to the ground because of the wrong angle, and was solved by a piece of gravel, and the other fart spirit rushed into the door hole smoothly.

But this time, the demon hunter standing inside was holding the [War Disaster]. There was no trace of light in the dark door hole, as if there was a man-devouring beast waiting inside for the prey to fall into the trap.

The fart man seemed to hear the voice of the supervisor he was most afraid of, and was shouting loudly to eat it as lunch.

That is the most feared way of death for all the farts. You can't be happy, you can't slut, or you can't go to waaagh, but you're eaten as food.

Obviously, the bloodthirsty Hox, who was staying in the [Scourge of War], finally came back to his senses after experiencing the torture of the [Feedle Moment].

The passive nature of [War Disaster] Chaos Curse directly scared the unlucky little fart spirit to death. The fart spirit's body hit the wall with an explosive bag, and it didn't have time to ignite the explosive.

The new gunpowder that Brother Idea bought is a real imported product and has greatly improved its safety, otherwise this level of collision would have exploded long ago.

However, this safety made the green skins very unhappy. They all felt that although the little shrimps were powerful, they were not as good as the waaagh they made themselves. Brother Dazi has been actively upgrading the green skin gunpowder production technology these days.

"God will definitely be favoring you." Master Sanzang looked at Xu Yichen standing there without moving, and the two fart spirits broke the sand and sank bitterly.

In the previous three minutes, he was attacked four frontal attacks and failed to escape each time. Master Sanzang could only attribute this to bad luck.

"It may also be that God thinks we are not easy to mess with." Xu Yichen shrugged and gently started the engine of [War Disaster].

The bloodthirsty who are not verbal is not a bloodthirsty person. The demon hunter is stimulating the soul of Terx in this way: "Come out, let's talk."

"..." The bloodthirsty Hox remained silent, but Xu Yichen could still sense through the [War Disaster] that it had indeed recovered its consciousness.

"Don't toast or not eat and punish the wine." Xu Yichen waved straightly, and sawed a rushing green skin into two halves from the middle.

The harsh engine roar, the blood foam and bone slag in the sky made the green skin behind boil. They were born with yearning for this type of weapon.

We want to have such a waaagh toy!

A sufficient amount of flesh and blood was swallowed by the [Fight Disaster] along the chain saw, and the part of the bloodthirsty Hox gradually became more active, which slightly increased the speed of the [Fight Disaster].

Xu Yichen clearly sensed everything through the resistance transmitted from his hands. He was the master of [Fight Disaster]. This weapon was designed by him, and the metal was mixed with his blood. [Fight Disaster] was the extension of his flesh and blood.

"Do you want to try again [Blood Burning Moment]?"
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