Chapter 42

After waking up, the silver haired girl ran to kukas as fast as she could, and held out her small hand to tightly grasp his animal skin robe. "My Lord!" cried the girl timidly.

"Go! There's nothing for you here. You can go back." kukas reached out his big hand and touched the girl's head, and then signaled the other party to leave. The girl also noticed that the situation was bad. She looked at kukas gratefully and kissed his animal skin robe. Then she left here with the money bag given to her by kukas.

At the moment when the silver haired girl turned and left, kukas's eyes fell on the girl. At this time, the long armed boy shook his hands, and the two refined steel short spears hit the mob thrown to the ground by kukas like lightning.

The sharp short spear was not blocked. It was like a child piercing a doll with a steel needle. It easily penetrated the mob and nailed it to the hard floor. The mob screamed and fell to the ground with resentment on his face. Looking at the three black haired teenagers, he regretted that he should not be greedy for money and break the rules here, and finally ended up dead.

"It's a good plan to kill people and kill people." kukas narrowed his eyes and looked at the twitching corpse on the ground. Then he looked at the black haired boy and his two companions, and suddenly grinned: "don't think that even if this is the end of the matter, you must die today, and those who break the rules will die." the man roared excitedly, and he carried a battle axe in one hand, He carried the table in one hand and rushed at the black haired youth again.

The sharp battle axe crossed a strange arc in the air, which was bound to cut off the head of the black haired youth. Unfortunately, the noble female mage on one side stopped it again. "There is no evidence, and you can't casually say that others have violated the rules because of speculation. Big man, you should calm down." the noble female mage took the staff and stood between kukas and the black haired youth, hoping to stop the fight between them.

"Get out of the way, master, it's none of your business." kukas didn't pay attention to the noble female Mage at all. He stepped forward and wanted to bypass the female mage. But just then, a middle-aged man opened the door of the tavern and came in from the outside. A cold wind accompanied him in, blowing the candles in the tavern and swaying.

"You go back and leave it to me." the middle-aged man was also barehanded, eating fruit on the upper body and wearing only a leather pants on the lower body. The exposed skin is covered with scars of different sizes.

The young man with black hair just wanted to come forward and say something, but when he saw the serious expression on the middle-aged man's face, he had to glare at kukas, then apologetically nodded to the noble female mage and led his two companions to turn and leave the tavern.

"Stay with me." where will kukas let the other party go? He fiercely threw out his battle axe, which roared like a hurricane and appeared on the back of the black haired youth.

"Ah!" roared the black haired youth, and more flames came out of his gloves and wrapped around him. The young man with black hair turned fiercely, waved his fists and drew two semicircles to resist kukas's axe.

After kukas threw the 30 pound Tomahawk out, it had a force of more than 1000 pounds. I saw that the Tomahawk hit the two semicircles condensed by the flame. After a violent metal collision, the Tomahawk was pressed down by the two semicircles.

"Ignorant barbarian, you don't have your own martial arts skills. You just rely on your strength and the most basic Knight fighting skills. You don't want to defeat me at all." the black haired youth snorted coldly, his hands collided with each other, and more flames came out of his gloves and wrapped around him: "If you can survive today, we will fight again in the north woods in three days. I hope you will believe in a so-called God as soon as possible and let her bless you well!"

The vicious words of the black haired youth fell into kukas's ears and made the man roar angrily. He roared, tilted his body a little and hit each other like a tank. At this time, the middle-aged man jumped forward and reached out to stop him.

The middle-aged man didn't panic at all when he charged against kukas's hill like body. He stood there with a serious face, his hands crossed into a cross. Then he fiercely shook off his two arms, and a cross shaped white shadow condensed from his chest, and then hit kukas's body like a meteor.

"Bang!" with a sound, the white cross cut hit kukas who had no time to dodge, and directly cut half of his body into a cross wound. Kukas thought that the hard skin didn't play much role under the impact of the cross.

"Holy cross man?" the noble female mage surprised and covered her mouth and looked at the middle-aged man, while her companion, the noble youth, put away the indifferent melting on her face, quickly turned her scepter and stared at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had no free time to answer the words of the noble female mage, because at this time, the injured kukas did not stop, and he still rushed up.

There was a three foot cross wound on his chest. The flesh and blood turned out, and a lot of blood gushed out like a spring. Kukas not only didn't feel the fear of death, but roared excitedly.

"Die for me." when he was about to rush to the middle-aged man, kukas stopped fiercely, then raised his right foot and stepped on the open space ahead.

The huge soles of the feet fell to the ground with a dull noise. The dull sound is not the usual dull sound of heavy object impact, but a dull sound similar to cow's bark.

At this foot, the solid tavern began to shake, and an invisible air flow spread from kukas's feet to the front. The tables and chairs along the way were instantly torn in half by the air flow, and even the floor was torn by the invisible air flow. The middle-aged man looked at kukas in surprise. His hands were crossed on his chest, and a layer of white light came out from his arms to form a thin shield in front of him.

The invisible airflow hit the shield and smashed it in an instant, and the middle-aged man who had no time to dodge gave a muffled voice, as if he had been hit by a galloping war horse. He retreated three or five steps before he stopped.

"Dead." kukas roared. Without stopping, he rushed forward again. He threw the table in his hand, clawed his hands and grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulders.

This time, the man didn't fight against the devil, but turned his body and began to hide.

For a time, they chased each other in this small tavern, only making the already chaotic tavern more chaotic.

A lot of mobs gave poor Baijiu to shout loudly, or to cheer up the middle-aged man, or to cheer up the giant Kukas. They are not afraid of being hurt by the fighters. They even consciously narrow the circle of onlookers and let them fight cruelly in a narrower range. "Kill him, kill him." a roar echoed in the tavern. The guys happily brought cups of wine to the guests and took advantage of their excitement to get more money from them.

After several successive chases, kukas finally found the opportunity. The middle-aged man hit his arm with his backhand while avoiding his hands.

The two white hands cut kukas' arms. The middle-aged man thought that even if he could not cut kukas' arms, he could see blood and pain. I never thought that after he cut his hands on kukas's arm like an adult's thigh, he was bounced away.

Without thinking about the reason, the middle-aged man retreated and wanted to get rid of kukas's counterattack. Who ever thought that as soon as he stepped back, he felt something behind him stopped him.

"Go away!" the middle-aged man spent more than ten years in the mob gathering place. He immediately realized that the mob around him took the opportunity to stop him, hoping to let the other party kill him. In a hurry, he broke out all his fighting spirit and retreated towards the back. He thought that the obstacles behind him were like mountains. Although he broke out all his fighting spirit and retreated, the speed was several times slower than usual.

That is, this little abnormal change, kukas's big hand grabbed it.

The palm the size of a millstone firmly grasps the middle-aged man's shoulder. It is as hard as an iron spear. The fingers grasp it hard and firmly fix the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man has fought with people many times. Even if kukas grabbed his shoulder and his hands were weak, he still resisted.

He rolled his legs and then kicked kukas in the crotch like lightning.

"Roar!" kukas roared again. He fiercely lifted the middle-aged man high, so that the middle-aged man's feet just kicked him in the chest and abdomen.

Although kukas contracted his belly and wanted to avoid, his legs were too fast. He only felt a hot pain in his chest and abdomen, and his viscera rolled up in an instant.

"Dead!" kukas, ignoring the pain in his chest and abdomen, turned his hands and tore them on both sides like an eagle catching a chicken.

"Click!" just for a moment. The middle-aged man only felt that his arms lost intuition in an instant, and the whole man fell powerlessly from the air to the ground.

"Where's my hand? Where's my hand?" the middle-aged man who fell to the ground wanted to stand up, but he didn't realize that his arms had been forcibly torn off by kukas. After several struggles, he couldn't stand up. Then he reacted, and then roared wildly at kukas.