Super God Gene

The power of this collision broke apart the mountain wall, and Haier's bone thief sword could not grasp to fly out.

Ancient Man punched Haier in the face again. Haier opened his eyes and drank coldly: “Ancient, do you really dare to hurt me? ”

The ancient fighter fist was like a fist nose, with tremendous horrible power, but the fist came to Haier and finally stopped.

The real Vietnamese are very strong. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a superior superior clan, but sometimes there are things he still has to endure.

There was an oath from the heavenly thief that he robbed Haier of what had been taken from him, and the horrors of the great thief's day could not say anything.

But it really hurts Haier, that's not an easy thing to end.

When the heavenly thieves robbed the world, more or less of the large people at the top of the genetic temple, were burned to death, robbed and frightened. Though the Abandoned Thief is long gone, the three words of the Great Thief's Heaven still do not exist for anyone to step on.

Others dare to step on the ancient dude don't know, but the ancient dude doesn't want to try it. After all, for a bandit, it is definitely not an empty phrase. No one in the universe knows the protection of the great bandit sky.

If Haier is really a big thief, maybe the whole Shin-Vietnamese people will be buried with him, and the ancient elephants won't dare to gamble.

“No...” The ancient elephant's fist hung in front of Haier's little face just to say something, but he just said a word, his face suddenly changed, he yelled, his gigantic elephant arms swung out, and he turned around and looked behind him.

A whirring horn arrow broke through the void and stabbed him in the throat like a snake.

The archeologist's fist fell heavily against the arrow, but the horn arrow suddenly disappeared in front of him. When it reappeared, the tip of the arrow had held against his heart, and the fiercely spinning body of the arrow had to drill through his armor and flesh.

“Ho!” the ancient dude rioted in shape, and in that instant, crossed a foot of distance like a void, fleeing the vicious arrow.

But the next second, the old man's face was even uglier, and a silent arrow had been stuck on his little belly, the cold tip of the arrow, under strong spinning force, had drilled through his armor.

The ancient dude bit his teeth and twisted his body, his whole body muscles tightened, and every strand of flesh burst with powerful power, but it was still a little late, and he didn't completely escape the silent cold arrow.

The horn arrows did not pierce the ancient man's abdomen, but went into the flank of the crotch bone, strong rotating power, hard raw tears of tough muscles and bones, and the arrows penetrated the bone half an inch, which completely depleted the power.

The old man couldn't pull out the horn arrows because when he picked them up, the sea behind him erupted again. Although the bone thief's sword had fallen beside him, she didn't know where to pull out a poisonous tooth dagger from White Sen and stabbed him in the back of the old man's waist.

The archeologist's arm pulled hard, grabbed Haier's arm and threw her away. At this point, the archeologist still refused to hurt her.

At the same time, the afterglow of the archeologist's eye corner has also seen the man shooting arrows at him.

At the same time, the ancient dude had to be a little stunned. From the moment the horn arrow appeared, his mind had flashed no more than twenty faces, but there was absolutely no such one.

The man who shot the arrows at him was actually the creature that Haier used as bait. He was wrapped in black armor, completely invisible, but the look of the armor, the ancient dude remembered clearly.

The ancient dude had the ability to remember, although he only looked at it once, he could never get it wrong.

However, he could not have imagined that, in his view, it was only an ignorant bait used by Haier, not only had it not been hunted to death, but it had also come to Mount Dragonstone and fired two arrows like that.

The ancient dude knew very well that those who could shoot two arrows like that were definitely not the ones who could be underestimated, let alone a baron.

The ability of a baron to injure his archaeology with an arrow has in itself surprised him, and if the arrow power of the other side is not sufficient, it is likely that the second arrow would have killed him.

By the time the ancient dude threw Haier out, Hanson had rushed to the edge of the mountain wall and grabbed the bone thief sword that had fallen between the stones.

And the Viscount, the Ancient Son, is far more powerful than Harvey and Nietzsche, far above them in skill and power and ability.

Haier fell into a dizziness and couldn't get up again for a while.

The ancient elephant also ignored Haier. Although she was born from the great theft of heaven and was very cunning and vicious, she was still too small to really threaten the ancient elephant.

I don't know why, when the ancient dude now sees Hansen, he has a feeling of anxiety and palpitation. It's also the Baron. Hansen gives the ancient dude a feeling, but it's a hundred times more dangerous than Haier, who was born in the Great Theft.

His eyes stared dead at Hanson, and the old man coldly said: “I didn't know you were the master of the grand thief. ”

The ancient dude thought Hanson was also a thief. Otherwise, how could he possibly have such abilities? That is by no means the capacity that a subordinate baron should have.

Even among the superiors, a baron can possess the ability to do so, and he is one of the best in his class.

Hanson didn't say a word. He was supposed to kill people. He didn't need that much bullshit at all. The ancient elephant thought he was a thief. It's not a bad thing for Hanson.

In the future, if the Vietnamese really chased him up and thought so, it would save him a lot of trouble.

Hanson held the sword and rushed toward the ancient dude. The footsteps were not very subtle and did not seem particularly powerful.

The ancient dude snorted coldly and regenerated his body with tremendous force. Once again, the ancient powers were infused into his body, making his whole body harder and filled with explosive forces.

Even if the other party is the top blood of the upper tribe, Ancient Man does not think he will lose, after all, a rank is different, Ancient Man does not think he will lose to a baron.

But when the sword in Hanson's hand struck, the Ancient Son regretted it.

He has heard that true swordsman is capable of gathering swords and fighting bulls without moving them.

Such a masterful archeologist is not unknown, but it is all a powerful presence at the level of a prince, and must also be a talented man of swordplay in order to be able to muster such a powerful sword.

This is just the baron guy in front of him. At the moment of the sword, the ancient dude felt as if the whole world was occupied by the sword in his hand. The sword intent of the shocking wave and rushing straight into the ninth night almost took substance. He could barely breathe.

An unimaginable sword, the ancient dude could not believe that such a sword would appear on a baron.

Even a swordsman he had seen before, who had reached the rank of Duke, seemed less swordworthy than the little baron in front of him.