Chapter 43

The steel crowbar made a dull sound, and countless black stick shadows circled and turned into a translucent black wall beside Joe.

The thin sword light, like water, eroded and impacted the wall, penetrated through the wall through the very thin gap, and left an inch deep wound on Joe.

Joe danced the crowbar as hard as he could, and occasionally the heavy crowbar would collide with Meles's bayonet.

Meles's body is like the wind, and the sword in his hand is like a dragonfly skimming the water. It's flighty on the crowbar. With Joe's great power, he waved the crowbar and made a sound when he collided with the stabbing sword. It was like snowflakes falling in the river, so slight to the extreme.

"Joe, no matter how you escape You can go and die. " Myers's erratic voice came from all directions. His speed was faster and faster, and the frequency of his attack was higher and higher. In a word, Joe had more than a dozen wounds.

Joe clenched the crowbar in his hands. He quickly waved the crowbar. The palm and the crowbar rubbed violently, and the sweat on the palm turned into white water vapor. His eyes turned red, and under the control of his inexplicable fighting instinct, the crowbar kept pumping, splitting, spotting and smashing around.

Meles was so fast that Joe couldn't see him.

At Meles' speed, in one breath, he could easily leave thousands of wounds on Joe.

But Joe's amazing fighting instinct made his crowbar roll around his body like a poisonous snake. From time to time, he made a smart move that threatened Myers and forced him to retreat.

The bad wind brought by the crowbar made Myers dare not touch it easily. He could only swim around Joe, stabbing his sword in his hand, and completely suppressed Joe by speed.

The stabbing sword and the crowbar kept hitting each other. Meles used extremely excellent sword skills. He used extremely exquisite force release skills. Rao was so. After hundreds of impacts, Meles's shoulder, elbow, wrist, and every knuckle of his right hand's five fingers were shocked faintly.

It was as if there were countless fine needles in his joints, and gradually Wells's grip on the sword was a little less powerful.

Two more puffs and Myers left two more wounds on Joe's back. Joe swept with a backhand, and Meles yelled. He gently touched his right hand, and the stabbing sword gently knocked on the crowbar. His body, like a phantom without weight, floated back more than ten feet with the force of this knock, and then fell into the shadow again.

With such a slight knock, a slight joint dislocation came from Myers' right shoulder.

An indescribable ache struck, and Meles gasped in horror. His shoulder was shocked by the force on the crowbar, and he could even feel the sluggish feeling of joint periosteum being squeezed and joints rubbing against each other.

Myers is a little silly.

In Jinju block, he can blow Joe more than 100 feet with one punch. When he hijacks Joe, he can feel Joe's power. A rookie who has just opened up the sea of strength and has thousands of pounds of brute force.

But now, Joe has the power to be terrifying.

Myers does not follow the power line, he pursues the ultimate speed, he has the power of "wind". After he completed the strength sea exercise, he had the strength of 7000 pounds.

Even today, with the three seas open and seven veins connected, Meles' physical strength is less than 10000 pounds.

And Joe's brute force is much stronger than the elite sea warrior that Meles has ever seen, trained by the barbarian tribes on the northern ice sheet.

What happened during the time when Myers tortured Yanan?

Myers cursed madly. In Joe's Crimson vision, his spirit sea and energy sea suddenly compressed, and the seven streamers in his body suddenly burst out the strong blue light.

The piercing sound came from Myers' stabbing sword. The three foot long thin sword suddenly burst out blue light. Countless thin blue wind wrapped the sword, and the sword vibrated. With the piercing sound of tearing, a large amount of blue air was ejected from the blade, and turned into a ten foot long wind sword that stabbed Joe's back heart.

"Hillbilly of port Toulon, see the real chivalry Myers laughed wildly.

Joe turned around, waving the crowbar with both hands, sweating profusely, and smashing down at the fast-moving wind sword.

The fine steel crowbar with a thick arm bent a small arc in Joe's hand. The crowbar stirred the air and made a huge noise like a cannon. The head of the crowbar even made a white gas explosion about the size of a basin in the air.

Boom!

The whole family of Yanan exclaimed in unison. A strong wind swept along the ground, rolled them up and flew back dozens of feet.

Joe's hands were in sharp pain, the skin of his palms was all split, and blood was flowing down his wrist.

His two sleeves were blown into countless rags, flying with the wind. On his two big white arms, his white and tender skin was torn several deep holes, and blood gushed from the wound, and "dada Da" dripped on the ground.

The refined steel crowbars have become hundreds of pieces of scrap iron, like fallen leaves in the wind. As the wind blows around, the "Dangdang Dang" smashes on the surrounding walls, and several pieces hit the skeletons of the fin whales in the middle of the field room, smashing the skeleton to pieces.Meles's face was slightly white, and the stabbing sword in his hand vibrated violently. The blue wind sword with a length of more than ten feet was only five or six feet long. The thin wind whirled around the sword, making a piercing wind howl.

He gritted his teeth, and his eyes were as grim as a wolf at Joe.

"A rookie who has just opened up the sea of strength can actually take over my chivalry skills!" "If you were born into a Teutonic aristocracy, you would be the talent that the Empire was training," Meles roared

"Giggle" a few times, Myers gnawed his teeth and sneered: "but, you are actually a little Junker For the benefit of Teuton, I will not allow such monsters as you to live. "

With a whimper, Meles's body turned into a shadow and slid forward, stabbing Joe's heart with a sword.

Joe's arms were in sharp pain. His whole upper body was paralyzed and swollen. He lost his ability to move for a while. He can only watch the sword stab over, a little bit of the stab to his fatal.

In the scarlet vision, the scarlet evil spirit continuously spurts out from Myers.

Perhaps because of his extraordinary strength, Myers is like a living fire pass. The scarlet evil spirit from him is extremely strong, and it spreads very fast. In a few breaths, it has covered the whole room of the fish farm.

Joe took a big breath, and the scarlet evil spirit kept coming to Joe.

The wound on Joe's arm was wriggling. Some small wounds had been completely healed. The paralysis and acid swelling in his body were rapidly disappearing, and the strength was constantly recovering. In Joe's view, the speed of Meles's stabbing through the sword was becoming slower and slower.

Joe can clearly see the angle of the sword, the whirling track of the thin blue wind winding on the sword, and can calculate where the sword will pierce his body, how many muscles it will cut, from which angle it will stab into the heart, cut several blood vessels, and how much damage it will bring to himself.

He even saw, for the first time, Meles's movements, his head, his chest, his hands, his legs, his feet, how he stepped out of each step, how his arms moved, and what the outline of his muscles was like.

The flaw of each movement of Meles, the weakness of every action, the deficiency of every action

At a glance.

Joe was even confident that he would be able to kill Meles with his bare hands as long as he could keep pace with Meles.

His Adam's apple, his heart, his liver, his back kidney And his fragile neck!

If Joe's speed can keep up with Myers, it's no more difficult for an unarmed Joe to kill him than it is for an experienced chef to kill a young pigeon!

Joe tried to move his body!

But he couldn't move at all His body can't keep up with his sight, his thinking speed.

With the tip of the sword approaching, Joe could even see the tiny air ripples in the front of the wind sword.

He even wanted to tell Meyers that his angle of the sword was 1.35 degrees off.

If Meles could modify his angle and strength according to Joe's advice, his speed would be 30% faster.

Terrible fighting instinct, terrible fighting instinct.

In Joe's pupil, the magic circle of three circles and six pointed stars is spinning like a windmill in a hurricane. Every move of Myers is thoroughly analyzed by him, and there are countless ways to deal with it in his mind.

It's just that his body can't keep up with this fighting instinct.

Can't move!

I can't move at all!

The speed of thinking was so fast that Joe felt that Meles's sword came so slowly. In a short moment, it seemed like a whole day and a night. He watched the sword approaching him.

A tall, thin figure suddenly appeared in front of Joe.

In the same way, a stabbing sword with a tip of three feet long issued a rapid "hissing" sound. Thousands of thin silver lights between the fingers rolled up the harsh wind, like a storm, smashed the wind sword of Myers, drove back Meles, and then turned into a very thin silver halo, stabbed Meles, enveloping his whole upper body in the silver light rain.

Meles exclaimed, cursed, and then backed back at full speed.

A hoarse and obscure voice full of evil smell sounded in the room. He quickly recited several obscure syllables, and the whole room seemed to shake with his chanting voice.

"Your face!" It's full of evil voices, and suddenly screams and growls.

Meles uttered a terrible howl, and his whole face, in a shrill tear, fell from his face with blood.

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