Doomsday Pavilion

As the tide ebbs and flows, the sound of sea water hitting the beach suddenly disappears.

Several people from Huang Dashan looked towards the shore in amazement.

The members of the Black Army showed a weird, particularly obvious gloating look.

"Hey, the bosses are anxious."

"These people are pretty."

"To shut up."

Frost flowers floated around the island, and the surface of the sea instantly condensed into a blue ice layer, freezing so fast that everyone’s ears were full of the rustling sound of ice.

The strangeness of the sea extended to the direction of the Black Army's ship, and several figures jumped down from the ship and walked towards the island.

Although the waves of the sea soon easily tore the ice layer into countless pieces of giant debris, the sea water spewing out from the cracks reached a height of several meters, but this did not affect the speed of a few people on the sea. They were almost in the blink of an eye. Arrived on the island.

"Why don't these little things be handled well? Why haven't these miscellaneous people left yet!"

In words, he was questioning his subordinates, but the eyes of the three were on Huang Dashan and others. Although the strength of this "Sea Hunter Squad" surprised them a bit, they were only surprised.

A white-haired man, a middle-aged man with scars on his face, and a black-faced man who lowered the overall height of the black army-all three of them were rank six, which also caused Shen Feng and Bai Qiongshou to be so cautious. The direct cause of caution.

Among them, the white-haired middle-aged man who made up the majority of his face but faced a younger age even frowned slightly at Huang Dashan, speaking with the same indifference as the previous black soldiers.

"This is a restricted area. The Black Army has a Class I mission. You have 10 minutes to board and leave."

Within 3 minutes, Huang Dashan, the dignified prince of the left bank, and the "prestigious" Grandpa Dashan in Mingguang Base City, choked up a second time when he was so similar.

"%@#..."

Huang Dashan spit out a string of curses that no one understood, his eyes were red at the time, and the radiant origin of the two door axe plated on the two door planks suddenly dimmed and became If not.

The white-haired man looked at Huang Dashan strangely,

"New to the sixth rank? Is the aura of the ranks unstable enough to be easily influenced by emotions, young man, you should stay in the bright light, recuperate and stabilize the ranks, instead of wandering aimlessly here-you I don’t have the talent for joining my black army. It’s a pity that it was a Tier 6 talent before the age of 50."

The three new arrivals of the so-called "deputy heads" of the black army looked at each other, tugging at the corners of their mouths and barely smiling.

"???"

Click!

Huang Dashan's big axe shattered directly, and the eyeballs were so red that the whites of the eyes could not be seen at all, as if a ball of blood was burning in the eye socket.

"go back."

Lin Chou's hand squeezed on Huang Dashan's shoulder, making a creak of squat bones.

"%##!"

Huang Dashan opened his mouth and cursed, the scarlet in his eyes finally receded.

"call..."

In fact, even Lin Chou was relieved.

There is one in the room that at any time, no one wants to get the manic-depressive Red Dashan out to make trouble — well, it seems that these black army sand sculptures should be excluded.

Hong Dashan is too unfriendly to the enemy or to his own people. The most terrifying thing is that there is not even a drop of wine on this broken island...

The white-haired man is inexplicable,

"You guys are doing..."

Lin Chou smiled and interrupted him directly.

"Saving you, uh, men."

A group of big Hans from the Black Army burst out laughing.

The smile on Lin Chou's face disappeared.

"Now, please leave immediately. I will check the time. Well, you have one minute."

"Boy, what are you doing, do you know what you are talking about."

The white-haired man looked at Lin Chou strangely, and didn't feel any aura of the same rank from him at all, whether it was from the Awakened, Mutant or Martial Artist.

"Ah."

Lin Mei was expressionless.

Bai Qiongshou felt that it was the first time he saw this on Lin Chou's face. Well, it might be described as an indifferent expression.

"Time is up," Lin Chou said, "then don't go, shovel!"

Almost the next second, there was a bang on the sea, and the violent explosion set off soaring flames as if it could scorch the hair of everyone on the island.

The three deputy heads and all the Black Army soldiers on the island turned their heads in amazement, staring blankly at the burning fragments of their ships falling down, sand sculptures with unusual expressions.

The white-haired man twisted his neck stiffly,

"what have you done?"

"Slap~"

A highly condensed line of fire hit the palm of Lin Chou's palm, and the surging air wave exploded into a tiny source of radiance.

I smashed this sacrificial radiance at will,

"The renovation fee is two yuan, rounded up to give you a discount, 6 million."

"Cao Nima what the hell are you talking about!"

Four or five black army men came out and rushed directly to Lin Chou, the skyrocketing light of the source seemed to empty the surrounding air, and each of them drank out their abilities.

"Fuhu!"

"The Voice of Thunder!"

"Landslide!"

Among them was the scream of a white-haired man whose pupils were about to shrink to the size of a needle.

"do not..."

Huang Dashan crooked his mouth.

"You are calling you a horse, calling you, you are already a peerless boss."

The facts are just like what Huang Moumou said.

Lin Chou didn't even make much movement. He waved his hand casually like a fly. Several big men slammed into a solid iron mountain like a train traveling at 300 yards per hour.

Sensation, tragic, and ruins...

The audience was silent for a second.

There was an uproar, scolding everywhere, and the blink of an eye was a gang fight.

"Fuck me shut up!"

After the white-haired man yelled at this sentence, he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

"Lin, Lin Chou?"

Then he seemed to think of something and changed his name.

"Boss Lin?"

According to unreliable sources, Quan Mingguang knows that hot men like to have the word "boss" appended to their names——

According to the conscience of the industry, it is really too difficult to get this kind of information on the coastline.

The vast majority of people living on the coastline or the black army have always dismissed Mingguang, and almost regarded the coastline and Mingguang as a relationship between subordinates, father and son.

"Yo yo," Huang Dashan said in a weird manner, "It's amazing, the big man from the black army actually knows our forest? It's a great honor!"

The white-haired man was full of aggrieved faces, still trying to restore the slightly rigid situation.

"This, horseshoe crab, right? Actually, about this kind of creature, it's really not something that any evolutionary can participate in. Whether you want to believe it or not, our black army is indeed out of good intentions."

Nothing can be done. After all, the bones of all of them together are not harder than the coastal defense wall, and the wall still has a large cluster of tree stumps growing like a target.