Gourmet of Another World

Little white feet stepped on the skins, and if thunder burst out, they rushed toward the crowd.

Holding the Battlestick with one hand, the thunder arc moved on the surface of the Battlestick, and soon followed the Battlestick over his arm.

Little white's body condensed with a strong sense of killing, his eyes turned red, as if there was a flame burning in it, very scary.

Like a volcano erupting and falling Mars.

Little Bai instantly fell into the crowd.

A group of powerful people in the prison shouted and shot at Xiaobai.

The energy attack of all kinds of meditation is impacted on Xiaobai, as if to smash him in an instant.

It's a puppet.

But no one dares to underestimate any puppet.

There are nine great tribes in the Underworld.

There are giant demons, there are nine-spin meditation cooks, there are sworddemons... and so on.

There is also a community that specializes in puppets, which are called puppets of the underworld.

The people of the tribe, called the puppets of the underworld.

They are good at making puppets out of a wide variety of celestial treasures, even those with swords that deviate, digging the graves of the ancient strong, excavating the bodies of the strong and making them into puppets.

According to their secret laws, the older the bodies, the stronger the puppets are made.

There used to be a fear of being dominated by a puppeteer.

So every strongman in prison doesn't underestimate any puppet, even if it's not a puppet.

Of course, whether they underestimate it or not, there is no difference for Xiaobai.

All White has to do is kill.

Because the pedestrian said... this time, no stripping, just killing.

Red eyes are like wild beasts.

The gods of war waved, lifting thousands of shadows, and each shadow was covered with a terrible thunder.

Boom!!

A slightly weaker prison strong man was swept directly by a stick and his body exploded.

Except that the mighty of the Nine-Star Reality can resist a few sticks.

White's promotion this time is huge.

Of course, it is also because the pedestrian cultivation has been improved, and even the battle force with Xiaobai has surged.

Although the relationship between Little White's fighting power and the cultivation of the footsteps is becoming blurred as the strength of the footsteps increases, the improvement of the footsteps is still the improvement of Little White's forces that will divert acquiescence.

This is a magical relationship if there is none.

The god of war crushed the floor.

Turn hard.

Later, Xiaobai's body burst out like a shell and turned into a meteor.

Blow it down.

On the palm of a puffy hand, it changed dramatically.

The next moment, it turned into a giant cannon.

In the cannon, there is a terrible concentration of energy, the thunder arc moves, and the blue light shines brightly.

After that, the bang was emitted.

The thunder arc burst and the sound of nourishment fell out.

Several of the prison's stronger men were crushed by the flesh and blood.

Turns on the little white of the killing pattern, like a demon out of the abyss!

“Sinister! ”

A blast.

A half-hearted foot stepped on the ground and instantly arrived.

A powerful punch hit Xiaobai.

White single-handedly held the god of war, playing with a roll of flowers and a stick into the sky.

Boom!

That half-hearted punch and white hit each other, causing a wave shock.

In the distance, a strongman from the underworld jumped wildly.

The little white mechanical eye flashes.

The metal wings behind him swung violently.

Suddenly, thousands of sword blades burst out of the metal wings behind them, and the sound of tears sounded, flying everywhere, constantly tearing the bodies of every prisoner strong.

The sound of pounding continues unabated.

Bloody fog on the chest of one underworld prisoner after another.

Now Little White... is a great killer.

The gods of war swung wildly.

They burst out and rushed towards the crowd.

And the little white mechanical eye stiffened, raised the puff-like fist and smashed it towards the half-hole.

One puppet at a time, fought in the void.

This is an undisguised battle.

Unlike the trail's method of attacking, White and Half Holy Prison chose melee attacks rather than long-range bombardment.

Unlike pedestrians, throwing a few beef balls far away would make the enemy uncomfortable.

White was flexible, although he looked bloated, but fighting was not weaker than the half-hearted part of the prison.

The fist hits the face of the fist.

The half-hearted gaze shrank, a long whistle, the blood gushing, the blood rushing like a thunder, if the waves!

Boom!!

One puppet at a time, punched several times in a row, and the ground kept blowing up.

Little White's body took a step back and the ground collapsed.

The half-sancerous also landed on the floor.

The next moment, like a dragon, it comes up again and kills toward Xiaobai.

A sweep across his leg, as if to crumble the mountain river, this leg, with terrible meditation, made his leg seem like a sharp knife.

White mechanical eyes buzzed and arms spun for a moment.

Then he turned into a machete.

The machete was chopped up and smashed with the half holy knife and leg. It was actually Mars, and the sound was deafening.

Tink, tick, tick!!

Little White is swinging very fast and almost invisible.

And Half Saint is obviously very good at close physical beating, but he's not weak. The two wars are hard to understand.

The knife was followed by fist bombardment.

Elbow punch, fist, whip leg...

A variety of physical means of beating are used.

Boom!!

The elbow of the half-hearted man smashed hard on Xiaobai's chest, crushing Xiaobai like a shell on the ground.

Surrounded by the mighty people of the Underworld shouted cheers.

Semi-holy sky, grinning and laughing, gasping violently.

His hair was rooted like a steel needle stuck in the void.

Suddenly.

Little White jumped from the ruins.

He suddenly appeared in front of the half-hearted man, holding the half-hearted head with his puffy hands.

With his knees raised, he came into close contact with the half holy face.

There seems to be a sound of bone breakdown.

That half-hearted blood sprinkled in the sky, screaming and screaming.

Wonderful noise, numb a lot of people's scalp.

Boom!!

The half holy anger waved his fist, punching like knocking the void out of the air, constantly impinging on Xiaobai's body.

And the little white mechanical eye stays the same.

The constant impact of the knee caused the entire face to be distorted.

Grab that half-hearted head with one hand.

Xiaobai carried the latter and threw it toward the ground.

Boom, the ground collapsed.

The half holy mouth coughed blood, and the fierce color appeared in his eyes.

I wanted a wave of physical fights, but I didn't expect to be nearly killed by this puppet.

Wiped a blurry face.

That half-hearted gaze became quite daunting.

Smoke your hands.

The next moment, a sharp dagger floats around this half-hole.

“You made me!! I'm gonna rip your shit off! ”

Half a holy roar, later, a dagger, burst out.

Like a long dragon in a path, it circled up and instantly surrounded Xiaobai.

Little white's eyes lagged, and the next moment the meaning of the scarlet grew more intense.

And behind him, a small hole was opened.

In the small hole, suddenly a flame of light bursts.

Pull...

“The White Transition. ”

The sound of the little white mechanic sounds thorough.

The next moment, the figure came out of a shock, crossing an arc, toward the half-hour moment.

Everything around him seemed to be stationary at the moment when Little White burst out.

A jump, if transient.

Boom!

The dagger of a road came out as a dragon, but it was emptied.

The half-hearted gaze shrunk.

The next moment, a sip of cool air was poured and the puppet was found in front of him, just an inch away from him.

Boom!

The puffin is like the palm of your hand rising sharply and smashing it over your half-sancerous chin.

The half-hearted gaze shrunk and his body was bombarded uncontrollably, heading towards the dome of heaven.

A loud bang.

The blue flame in the hole behind the little white creates a huge thrust, and the surface ripples away.

The next moment, Little White actually flew in parallel with the Half Saint Strong.

That half-hearted, difficult twist, blindfolded by blood, saw the eyes of Little White's machine.

White raised his hand and slapped him out.

Boom!

Semi-holy was directly bombed.

Xiaobai jumped again, appearing in the final position of the half-sancerous being knocked off, another punch rushing out.

Half a holy man flies out again, while little white jumps again, and half a holy man flies back.

This half-sanctioned heart is indescribable.

Without even exerting the power to manipulate the will of Heaven, he was abused like this by a puppet...

This puppet...

It's so grumpy!

All the bones were crumbling and there were cracks in their bodies.

This half-hearted man has been crushed and his blood has been spilled.

A beating, jumping continuously, the blue light behind Little White also dimmed, losing power.

Puffy's palms stretched out, clamping the half-hearted arm, rolling up like a shrimp on a foot, stepping on the half-hearted back.

Hands against the latter's half-hearted head.

It's like a meteor crashing towards the ground...

That half-heartedly hard to open... looking at the expanding ground.

My body and mind are covered in chills...

“No... no!! ”

A scream!

Little white foot stepped on that half-hearted deep into the ground!

Boom!!!

Like a shell crashed down.

The whole ground blows up, the sand moves, the trend of tortoises accelerates, and the rubble rises.

Smoke and dust roll.

Everyone is a lark silent.

Wow.

The rubble rolled down.

In the dust, a chubby figure slowly walks out.

Raise your hand and a suction burst.

In the distance, the gods of war seemed to turn into thunderbolts, held in the hands of Xiaobai, and the heads of the gods of war were shaking.

The strong men of the Underworld suck in the cool air and cool their bodies.

The other side.

The pedestrian formula also retracted his gaze.

After this evolution, Xiaobai didn't disappoint him, he really became much stronger.

Ho!!!

Return to the mind.

The gaze of the gait looked at the distant troll.

The troll did not know when he had transferred the target to him.

The roar was loud, and a shell with a horrible breath struck him.

The troll is a little saint.

Though in the perception of gait.

The smell of this troll is much weaker than the owner of the City of the Goddess or the swordsman of the Penitentiary Mountain, or even the six-tailed fox and the nine-tailed fox.

I'm sure this troll is just the first time in the holy realm.

But even if it's the first time, it's the first time...

The threat of bursting bull pills to Sage is largely negligible.

The only thing that can threaten Little Saint, I'm afraid, is to destroy the pan.

Watching that medulla shell bomb come.

The wind approached and his clothes were all hunting.

The gait squinted his eyes and raised his hand.

In your hand, a forest white flame burns in a quiet beat.

The divine sensation of pedestrianism diffuses, just for a moment.

The fire rushed to the sky.

The spiritual power of the pedestrian gait is turned upside down and terror is spreading.

The forest white flame turned into a giant fire net.

The net was blocked in front of the pedestrian, trying to resist the medulla shell.

Boom!!

Gun shells crushed.

Bombed over the fire net.

The fire net was suddenly depressed.

Pfft...

Gunfire shells spin constantly on the fire net, and they keep spinning backwards, impacting the gait.

But close to the one-meter walk, the fire net blocks it.

Rotation is also gradually disappearing.

Hands up on foot.

Palms pressed over the fire net.

Afterwards, a terrible amount of energy burst into his palms.

Boom boom.

The mediumstone shell in the fire net was instantly slapped back on foot!

The moment the shells flew back.

The gait was shaped like an arrow and drilled through the fire net.

A little fox lying on the shoulder of a pedestrian is held in his arms by a pedestrian.

The fox is pointing at the giant giant demon after the shell!

The next step is to…

Bomb the little saint!