"What is this" Someone finally recovered from the extreme shock, but no one could answer his question accurately.
After all, for most people, this is the first time they have seen this kind of "monster" wrapped in white bones.
"The Perfect Second Form of Brahma" On the distant high-rise stands, Angelil opened and closed her sexy lips slightly.
As the only Yama who has witnessed the mutants of the Empire with his own eyes, Angelil knows exactly what that skeleton represents.
"Angelil, do you know what that is?"
Someone heard Angelil's slight murmur.
Angelil hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but finally answered the question.
"Sir, this is a mutant."
"Mutants."
The man frowned when he heard this.
He gently stroked his snow-white beard, and his sharp eyebrows were frowned like a scabbard.
Frek Theron, the contemporary leader of the Theron family.
"Isn't he the Angel of Death?
Why did he become an Imperial again?"
A middle-aged man in yellow clothes and black hair roared loudly, his bloodshot eyes burning with something called anger.
"Have you, Byron, been deceiving us?"
He roared loudly, leaping over the obstacles like lightning, grabbing Angelil's neck, and lifting her high in the air.
"Stop it, Zhao Yancheng, this is not your Zhao family."
Another middle-aged man with the same black hair and black eyes, but wearing a white robe, calmly stopped him.
"Bai Fenggao, it's not your turn to speak here yet," Zhao Yancheng roared in a low voice.
"Clan Leader Zhao, although Zhao Qiling did die at the hands of our Byron contestants, this is a real competition after all, casualties are inevitable, and you won't take your anger out on irrelevant people, right?
Is this what it is?
What's the bearing of the Zhao family?"
Feilang couldn't help but scolded in a low voice.
Zhao Yancheng turned his face to Feilang, and then looked at his face with a sarcastic expression from the bottom of his heart, "Do you think you will win?
Feilang, you are too naive.
If Zhao Qiling dies in the Zhao family, there will be others."
Another Zhao Qiling, and as for you, you can only rely on a dirty foreign monster."
Then he turned his face to Angelil, "Originally you had a chance to become part of the Zhao family, but looking at it now, it would be better for you to perish together with Byron."
"Zhao Yancheng, restrain your anger and don't forget our agreement," Frick scolded in a low voice with great dissatisfaction.
"I have agreed that Zhao Qiling is already dead.
I don't care what kind of agreement you make.
Don't be afraid of me telling you that that filthy monster must die.
No one can leave safely after killing the Zhao family," Zhao Yancheng shouted loudly.
"Wait a minute," someone interrupted Zhao Yancheng, "Although our Stone family will very much agree with your proposal to kill him, I am more concerned about what your so-called agreement is."
The old man with white hair and beard frowned.
His brows made his wrinkled face look more like hideous scars.
"You will see it, and you will see it soon."
Zhao Yancheng smiled cruelly and finally let go of Angelil.
Angelil covered her red neck, her eyes flashed with emotions of humiliation and hatred, but she knew very well that she had to restrain these emotions.
Compared with the Zhao family, Byron is too weak now.
Weak, like a comparison between children and adults.
As the patriarch of Byron, Philan was not only concerned about his daughter, he was even more concerned about what the so-called agreement was.
Although Fan's strength far exceeded his expectations, and he might even become the final winner, a very bad premonition still began to creep into his mind.
What everyone in Byron didn't notice was that Canaan, who had been standing quietly in the corner and was once the strongest of Byron's younger generation, had a vague expression on his lips when he heard the word "promise". sneer.
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"Damn Angel of Death, Angelil is mine, no one can take her away from me" Canaan said with a low and sinister smile.
At this time, the dull atmosphere in the arena was much more solid than that on the high platform.
"Admit defeat or become the next one."
Fan gently shook the lightsaber in his hand, and then threw it out casually.
The lightsaber left a trail of light in the air, and was firmly inserted into the bloody metal skeleton.
The hilt couldn't help but A slight tremor occurs.
"What are you waiting for?"
A sound similar to the friction of bones came from his throat, as if he not only had bones attached to his body, but even his internal organs.
But there was still silence in response to him.
The power that Brahma can possess in this form is obvious to all.
No one wants to be the first to stand out, and no one wants to be the next Zhao Qiling.
As for the choice of admitting defeat, for this group of proud people, it is better to kill them directly.
So they couldn't help but find themselves in a dilemma.
"Tian Ci, didn't you say that you alone can defeat me?
So come on, you have seen me like this after all."
Fan stared at his opponent indifferently with his blood-crystal crimson eyes, "Of course, if you refuse, you will still be my next target."
Tianci's expression changed several times in succession, and finally settled into anger.
"Do you really think you're going to win?"
he shouted loudly.
"I just never thought I would lose."
Fan rubbed his vocal cords, and there was no expression on the pale bones.
"Then let us see who can make it to the end," Tianci roared in a low voice.
Then he turned to look at the other people, "What are you waiting for?
Do you want to be defeated one by one?"
He still flinched after all.
Although he had witnessed Brahma with such bones and bones, he was by no means as powerful as he is now.
He was so powerful that he couldn't even see how Zhao Qiling died.
"Don't forget our agreement," he couldn't help but emphasize.
So the others could only frown, but in the end they still clenched their weapons and assumed a fighting posture.
"The share of Da-ei that belongs to your Bai family will be divided equally among the rest of us as the price for saving you."
Frey, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.
"You" Tianci couldn't hold back the attack, but he finally endured it.
"Okay, I promise you," he said through gritted teeth, and turned to stare at Fan with resentful eyes.
If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have suffered the humiliation he is experiencing now.
"Very good."
Frey nodded, and then finally corrected his fighting posture.
"Guys from Death Angel, although your victory over Zhao Qiling really surprised me, I'm sorry to say that your ending was already doomed before the game."
Frey glanced at his opponent with pity, "How can one person defeat a family?"
"It may be difficult to defeat a family, but if I want to defeat you, I won't waste too much time."
"I appreciate your confidence, Angel of Death."
Frey replied calmly.
"Me too
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