Chapter 195

"The loser blew up -"

"Brother Dali, you are so powerful. Does your mother know --"

"Foolish man, I think brother Dali is a devil -"

"The terrible flying rice clothes are really powerful -"

"What a promising solar civilization technology -"

"It's great. My baby finally took a bad breath. These stupid Dalits probably don't dare to be accomplices all their lives -"

"Gaga, finally scared everyone. Give brother Dali some praise -"

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"Brother Dali is so good at playing that he scared everyone -"

"It makes my prostate fluid laugh. It's so cool. These stupid Dalits should be treated like this -"

"Long live brother Dali -"

"Brother Dali is powerful. I'll praise you and reward you -"

"Good, that's it. Disgust these stupid earthmen -"

The online audience is very relieved. They feel as comfortable as eating popsicles in dog days.

Wang Dali was naturally relaxed. In the fire, he made a victory gesture to the stunned Jennifer.

Finally, I was angry. Grandma's, these people are too depressing. Stupid civilians don't know or know that they are just insensitive.

These people should be treated like this!

The whole square was full of birds and dogs, and the crowd ran like birds and animals.

Some pirates waiting to be hanged took the opportunity to run into the soldiers under surveillance and fled. The executioners and soldiers who executed the death penalty also panicked and fired guns and pursued

For a time, Wang Dali, the initiator, was left alone.

Jennifer ran away from a soldier beside her and ran to Wang Dali.

With a bang, the rope burned out. Wang Dali jumped down, kicked over the firewood and came out of the raging fire. He was as clean as new, unharmed and uninhibited.

This scene made everyone who saw it take a breath.

The real is like the devil, walking in broad daylight.

When the soldiers who were about to chase Jennifer saw it, they sat down in horror, immediately dropped their guns, turned around and got up, and ran away.

"What's going on? Who can tell me what happened?"

A group of thirty or forty heavily armed soldiers, led by two officers, quickly arrived at the square and began to suppress the riots.

Wang Dali narrowed his eyes and stared at the two leading officers.

One of them is the damn judge.

There is also a middle-aged man with an eagle nose, dressed in noble clothes, wearing a luxurious Western hat, holding a Western sword inlaid with gemstones, riding on a tall horse, majestic and invincible.

"Fat man, the one riding the horse is count Budd?" Wang Dali patted the frightened fat soldier. Ironically, the fat soldier was holding his head, closing his eyes, lying on the ground, his ass pouting high and shaking all over.

"Ah yes, it's the count. Don't kill me, you devil?" although the fat soldier was frightened, he looked confused because of his fat.

"Fat pig, go away and feed in your mother's arms. This dangerous world is not suitable for you!"

Wang Dali kicked the fat man's ass and kicked him away. The fat soldier ran away like an amnesty.

"Wang, what are you going to do?" Jennifer shivered.

"Of course it's killing and arresting people. Do you still want to be an innocent person who has been badly killed?" Wang Dali smiled. He was angry just now, but it was only aimed at stupid and numb civilians.

Wang Dali has no good feelings for the ruler behind Shengli port, especially the judge. Since he dares to take human life lightly, he is ready to be taken lightly.

And count Budd, I heard that he threw many outsiders into prison.

"Be smart and follow me!" Wang vigorously ordered.

"I see!" Jennifer nodded immediately.

Wang Dali smiled coldly, grabbed the sun god spear at his waist, picked it up, suddenly accelerated and rushed to count Budd!

"No, sir, that man is coming. Be careful!" the judge was surprised to see Wang Dali rush over for the first time.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Count Budd was also surprised, because Wang Dali's speed was so fast, like a gust of wind.

In the panic, several soldiers shot, but where did they hit Wang Dali? The loading, firing speed and accuracy of the guns are far worse than modern guns. It's a joke to deal with Wang Dali.

"Take care of you first, you unfortunate fellow!"

Wang Dali bullied his body and approached. The sun god spear in his hand was thrown and snapped. The spear rod was drawn on the judge's cheek. For a moment, the super camera gave a group of slow shots to each other's cheek.

The judge's cheeks were sunken, his expression was terrible and painful, and his teeth were broken. Several big teeth flew out with blood. He only heard a scream. The judge flew five meters away and hit the ground like a rag doll. He wanted to get up, but after his efforts, he completely fell on the ground and stopped moving.

"Ha ha, cool, smoke this dead bastard -"

"If you dare to hit my sister James's attention, it's not a pity to die -"

"This damn judge, criminal accomplice, kill him -"

"If you're handsome, you have to smoke -"

"Well done, stand up. In this place where there is no law and justice, the narrow sense will run rampant -"

"Praise brother Dali -"

"Let's kill. The spear in my baby's hand is already hungry and thirsty -"

"Boom, ha ha, start -"

I saw Wang vigorously pumping away the damn judge. When he kicked at his feet, he jumped up high. In mid air, he flipped 360 degrees, kicked his right foot out, and hit the head of a tall horse from top to bottom.

Boom!

There was a terrible sound of broken bones.

The fierce horse hissed, knelt down on its front legs, smashed its head on the ground, and the whole horse fell heavily on the ground, startling a piece of dust.

Count Budd, who was sitting on his horse, was in a panic. He fell off his horse, rolled to the ground and fell black and blue.

The king laughed loudly, took an arrow, grabbed count Budd's neck and held him high.

The poor count Bader was grabbed like a chicken and his legs were off the ground. The arrogant ruler of victory harbor kept kicking his legs and blushing, obviously suffocating.

Terrible, terrible.

"Who are you?" count Budd was very frightened. He could feel the strength of the man in front of him. He was the embodiment of death. He was raising his sickle and preparing to harvest mortal life.