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Fatty has experienced too many dangers like this. The thrilling stimulation of the survivor of the disaster seemed much more dull at this time. What would happen behind him at this moment? You can guess it with just a whistle and a hissing sound of breaking through the air. The fatty man didn't look back, because he knew that being stared at by so many people, even if it was just a moment of turning back, it would be enough to kill him.

The opportunity was lost, and the fat man dared not stay for a moment. He used force under his feet and crossed with one arrow. Five consecutive beads were shot on the ground where he was just standing. The arrowhead was more than an inch, and the arrow body was still buzzing.

As soon as he left the tiger's mouth, the fat man was entangled by two archers separated from the north and south again. He didn't dare to pause at all, so he could only dodge continuously.

The sharp arrows flew like rain, as fast as extreme flashes, and they really didn't give him a chance to breathe. The fat man forced a little time, drank the speed potion in one sip, increased his speed with all his might, and began to use fake actions to continuously change directions, hoping that this would lure two archers to launch a wrong attack, thus creating an opportunity for him to attack.

These two archers are not ordinary people. After two or three rounds of arrow rain, not only did they not even touch the corner of the fat man's clothes, but instead made him dizzy by his lingering false movements. After thinking about it, they changed their previous tactics at the same time, turning the rapid attack into the inducement without triggering, but just waiting for the opportunity silently. In this way, without the storm of wind and arrow rain, the fat man was relaxed on the surface, but in fact he hid the danger in the dark. The poisonous snake hidden in the dark is the most terrifying thing.

As the turbulent rain of arrows stopped, more than a dozen knights and soldiers were about to approach, and the various colors of light attached to the bright swords drew out a rainbow of seven colors.

More than a dozen people are surrounding you. Even if the fat man can hide quickly, he will never grow a dozen eyes to see every corner around him! Moreover, the magician's large-scale magic in the distance seems to be ready. At that time, the thunderous magic will be bombarded down, so how can he hide!

This time, he was really dead! The fat man took a breath, thrust his waist, and in the face of the dozen people who came, he inserted his knife to the ground. The dozen people were shocked when they saw the fat man suddenly make this move. They stopped for a moment and surrounded him!

He glanced at the third young master Long behind, and the fat man shouted: "I am unlucky today, one-to-twenty-five! I don't have that ability. If it were a man, let them go with me alone!" The fat man secretly shattered his soul while talking and put it in the storage space with the ghost Long Baizhan. According to his current negative reputation, it is only possible to expose the items on his body. At that time, he quickly put the frozen dragon teeth in, and even if he hung up the clothes, he would not feel sorry for his pants! Who would say that honest people would not be fooled!

Because of the distance, Mr. Long San did not notice the fat man's little movements. He shook his folding fan and said with a pleasure: "Single? Haha! I have always been self-aware! If you want to say Single, I am afraid that no one among us will be able to use three moves to you! I have personally experienced your skills!"

"What do you want to say? There is no big grudge between you and me! It's just anger in one or two sentences! I don't seem to be doing it too well today! Let's do this, in front of so many people today, you bow three times and say three words, "Third Master, I'm wrong." The accounts between us have been settled, how about it, don't say I haven't given you a chance!"

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"No, this is too shameless, I'll record it!" The girls behind them were so angry that they all wanted to record the shameless scene in front of them and put it online, so that Young Master Long could be embarrassed. However, before they could be prepared, Xiao'er was stopped by standing in front.

Xiao'er shook her head and smiled, "Don't record it first, just watch it carefully!"

A girl immediately shouted, "What's so good about it? Isn't this bullying? Who has ever heard of twenty-six hitting one? Do you think he can still win?"

Xiao'er smiled and said, "That's not necessarily the case. Didn't you see that he has already died?"

"But……"

What else did the girls behind him want to say, Xiao'er smiled slightly and blocked him: "It looks good! It's a rare sight!"

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The fat man looked at Mr. Long with cold eyes and swept the remaining twenty-four people around. He slowly took out a small pill and put it in his mouth, shattering his soul one by one, and took the ghost dragon Baizhan back.

He took a calm breath, pulled up the "Frozen Dragon Teeth" again, and shouted: "Although I am not a big shot, I still have this backbone! Come on if I want to! I'll go on!"

"Okay, what you are waiting for is your words!" Mr. Long smiled and suddenly changed his face and shouted, "Go on, go together, don't give him a chance!"

The fat man had no intention of walking away again at this time. His heart was as calm as water, and he devoted himself to the mysterious and mysterious feeling. The fat man suddenly felt that he was the knife in his hand!

"Go to die!" A berserker holding a giant sword in front of the left was furious, and his golden fighting spirit was emitted from his body, wrapping around the blade. The four-foot-long blade actually rolled up more than ten feet of light and slashed head-on.

The fat man looked at the sword light sweeping in calmly, as if it was meaningless at all. His body was twisting and turned, and he raised the sword. With the crisp dragon roar, a golden dragon hid in the blue sword light hidden in the unrivaled sword light that rushed towards the berserker's ribs.

As soon as the blade stepped out, Xiao'er and the third young master Long changed their faces in the distance, and almost at the same time they shouted in a low voice: "It's really (as sure) him!"

Before the girls behind him understood, they asked in confusion: "What is him?"
Chapter completed!