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Although this cowardly characteristic is extremely despised in normal times, it is enough for Li to curse him at this moment.

Fighting with the enemy, burning the boat, dogs jumping over the wall, rabbits jumping into the air in a hurry... These ancient Chinese words all remind how difficult it is to deal with an enemy who is forced into a desperate situation, not to mention that the enemy seems to be a little stronger than his now.

He narrowly avoided the five dagger-like claws in the Grand Speaker's hand. Li secretly felt glad in his heart. Although his body's reaction speed was strengthened, the Grand Speaker's brain was still the same, which led to the old guy who had been following the magic route obviously not having the hand-to-hand combat skills.

But I couldn't cause harm to him either. Li walked behind him and slashed his back with a sword. Although he also cut a wound, the wound on the back foot just left as soon as the front foot sword left, and nothing was left except for the Speaker's crying in pain.

Alas, Master, you have not done this thoroughly. Why did you leave such a big hard bone for your disciple? You really can't bite it.

Li couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Yes, as soon as the underground magic array was activated, Li discovered that it was the formation of the evil-killing Thunder Prison in the Five Thunders Dharma. There would be no one else except his master who could set up this formation in Chicago.

But Master, you tell me, at least I can come and have nothing to do, so I can help the formation betting. Oh, I guess he forgot it.

While dodging the Speaker's attack, Li racked his brains to think about countermeasures. Chi Xiao was no longer able to do it, and the thunder in his palm was tried just now, but the effect was not very obvious. Other magics require casting time. It seems that this old guy is unlikely to leave this time for himself.

As time went by, the Speaker of the Grand Historian suddenly realized something was wrong. Why didn’t he see the legendary master after so long? It’s not difficult for him to be here, or, yes, Edward just said that the formation has been arranged for a long time. Could it be that master no longer existed?

Thinking of this, he stopped, "Boy, is the person who set up the magic circle no longer here?"

"Guess." Li smiled and threw out this sentence, then took the opportunity to start chanting the magic tricks in his heart, ready to give him a blow.

The Speaker looked down at his body without human form and couldn't help but feel sad. Why? It was just a magic circle that was about to expire. He survived successfully, but finally got to this point.

The effect of this drug is still irreversible at present, which means that the Speaker must always live with the body of this monster. But how can he live? Should he hide in the deserted wasteland to live? This is not what he wants.

In fact, what a timid coward is best at shifting the blame to others, especially so-called elites like the Speaker who originally had a high starting point.

He now blamed Li for all his guilt. In his heart, if there were no Li's elders and Li, there would be no subsequent series of things. He never felt that there was anything wrong with himself trying to change other people's lives.

Once these powerful people fall into paranoia, they will be more terrifying than ordinary people. At least Li feels that compared to him, he would rather be in front of an addict holding an AK to get excited.

"Ah! Take your life!" The Speaker was completely in a state of madness. His eyes were covered with bloodshot and a trace of saliva hung on the corner of his mouth.

After a loud shout, the Speaker rushed over like a locomotive, which was more than a little faster than before. Now he relies entirely on his instinct to control his body, and it is more dangerous than before.

Li completely miscalculated his speed. He was still chanting the magic tricks and couldn't avoid this. He could only twist his body at the last moment and not let himself hit the bone spur on the big speaker's shoulder.

With a rumbling sound, Li was knocked out like a cannonball, hitting straight to the wall of an apartment next to him. Then the impact force quickly made him smash the thick brick wall and continue flying into the building.

"Steve!" Elvin, who had been paying attention to this side, exclaimed, but was almost grabbed by Edward in the face. Fortunately, the old housekeeper helped him block it and said in a deep voice: "Concentrate, you can only free up your hands to help him by knocking down the enemy in front of you. Trust your friend, he is stronger than you imagined."

Edward also noticed Elvin's abnormality. He was scheming and couldn't help but smile evilly. While trying his best to delay time, he spoke, "Tsk tsk, why, that's your best friend? I was really confused just now. Although I don't know what our Speaker did, he looks strong enough now, and even I was surprised. Your friend seems not very good at this head-on close combat. Tsk tsk, this is a pity. It seems that he will be torn apart soon. Look at that guy's claws, the thick brick walls are cut open like butter, and what is cut open will be your friend's body. What do you think?"

After being reminded by the old butler, Elvin has calmed down, and Edward's trash words have no effect at all, but instead evokes the new skills that Elvin has mastered in Chicago these days.

"Oh, a normal blood clan, isn't it normal to care about friends? But it's not surprising that you don't understand. As a guy who is good at using magic plastic surgery, he probably won't find you the next day. Having said that, why is a male blood clan so passionate about transformation? Oh, my god, I think I feel disgusted. Are your tribes all hermaphrodites? Oh, your tribe is so disgusting. Uncle Giles and Jimi Chi tribe like this? No wonder you have been unwilling to talk to me about them. By the way, AIDS is not contagious among the tribes. This blood infectious disease is quite dangerous."

This long passage was casually said, which made Edward tremble in anger. He has always been known for his ability to speak and eloquently, but he is also among the top leaders. He speaks in a proper manner and is mostly based on metaphors. He has never seen such a way of communication between people at the bottom of American society.

Even the old butler couldn't help but sigh after hearing this passage. The speed of the child Elvin's depravity seemed to be irreversible. Forget it, the child was still quite polite to his own people. As for these trash words, after looking at the expressions of the enemy opposite, the old butler felt that it was still valuable in his heart.

"I want to tear your mouth apart, you little gangster." Edward roared.

This threat is not even a mosquito scream for Erwin. He looked at the other party with a disgusting look, "Oh my God, have you started to use female expressions? It seems that I guessed right. I'm so disgusting. I'll kill you later and I'll be careful not to be splashed by your blood. I'm not discriminating against AIDS, but can't you pay attention to it when doing things?"
Chapter completed!