Over the shampoo islands, the red count turned into a strange red light and landed in the prosperous area, which is the most chaotic place of the shampoo islands.

Since the idea of establishing forces came into being, the red count had an idea, that is, to use absolute power to roughly recover some big forces. As long as he controlled the boss of these big forces, he could establish his own forces in a short time.

Although there is some instability, the red count has that pride, because as long as he doesn't die, he can suppress this force no matter how much he flatters and disobeys.

This is absolute strength. If there are no conditions to match, you can't turn out the palm of strength at all.

You know, once the red count, but only one person can be on an equal footing with the golden lion, Roger, white beard and others. From the side, we can see that the strength of the red count is likely to be higher than the former. At least, the white beard and the golden lion can't suppress the red count.

Although the strength of the red count has not been restored, it is preliminarily estimated that the strength of the quasi emperor has been restored. With this strength, we do not hesitate to say that unless the emperor makes a move, the red count is the emperor.

"The world has really changed a lot!" there were battles everywhere. The red count walked in the street and looked at the pictures of killing and looting around. There was a touch of cruelty in the gully on his evil face.

"Bang..."

"You don't have long eyes." at this time, a rough and crazy man, with a scar on his face, looked extremely ferocious, accidentally rubbed the red count's shoulder.

He looked up slightly, and his emerald eyes were full of drama abuse. The red count looked at the big man who was taller than himself, and did not hesitate to hand directly.

"Poof..." through the sound of flesh and blood, the big man suddenly stared at his pupils, spewed blood from his mouth, and stretched out his hand to grasp the red count, but he was only halfway up, his head tilted and lost his voice.

Splashing some dust, the red count left the man like garbage. He looked very disgusted, because a drop of this guy's dirty blood splashed on his sleeve.

As for taking the blood of a big man, it's impossible.

Because the red count is lonely. First of all, the blood must be female, and the heart must be pure; As for such a big man, even erasing his hands is a little dirty.

Seeing and hearing the color, it covered again. At the next moment, the figure of the red count disappeared directly.

***

He appeared over the mansion out of thin air, because in the perception of the red count, there was a good man in it. He could be regarded as a strong man!

"Who!" as soon as he appeared, the red count was found. On the ground, countless people in special black uniforms raised their guns and aimed at the red count.

"A group of residues." a boundless will landed, the whole site was quiet, and the red count entered a brightly lit room.

At this time, a man who was dealing with affairs in the room was about to leave as soon as his face changed. However, the next moment he stopped, looked a little frightened, looked at the man sitting on the sofa and looked at his man with a strange smile.

"The red of solitary heights, barorick Redfield."

Forced down the beating heart, the deep current was cold all over, and some couldn't believe looking at the evil man.

"This guy, how can he appear here." yumet could not have been more clear about the war. He knew that the man in front of him was terrible and didn't need to fight. He knew that he was by no means the man's opponent.

After all, the gap between the two sides is too obvious. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to leave directly because of his overbearing color just now, but now it is impossible to leave.

"I don't know, the legendary red count, what's the matter when he comes to the next place." take a deep breath and get rid of his stiff feeling. With a grin, yumet walked to the sofa opposite the red count and planned to sit down.

Anyway, yumet is also the king of darkness. It is impossible to be really scared and unable to move because of the legend of the red count.

"Who let you sit!" leaning on the sofa, the red count crossed his legs and his cold face, making the surrounding space heavy.

The original smiling face was fixed, and yumett held his hands tightly. In his heart, he couldn't stop killing.

"Ha ha... It's true that it was a legend." the original gloomy face changed in an instant. Yumet laughed to ease the embarrassment, but did not sit down.

"I asked yumett, there is no place to offend the red count! I don't know why..."

With patience, yumett forced himself to calm down because he didn't want to be evil with this man.

"Shambaldi islands, it seems that your strength is good and you just passed." like an emperor, the emerald red eyes of the red count are full of contempt for yumit. This vision almost formed the essence of the killing intention in yumit's heart.

"Give you a choice, surrender, or die!"

When the red count said the first sentence, yumett's heart was cold, and a bad feeling spread all over his body. Sure enough, before yumett could react, the red count said the next sentence, surrender or die.

***

To this end, yumet no longer hid, and his face was black and murderous on the spot.

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, there was no omen at all. Yumitt made a strong move and wanted to kill the red count in one fell swoop.

The streamer rang, and on yumett's dark fist, it seemed as if the air was rotating and shaking the atmosphere, which blew away at the red count's head.

"Overestimate oneself." sitting on the sofa, the red count raised his eyes and despised it. The black umbrella in his hand turned into a residual shadow and blew directly on yumet's fist.

The next moment, the whole room collapsed, and a hurricane ignited endless smoke and rose into the sky.

This sudden explosion directly shocked the positive area. Therefore, countless eyes from the outside were directly projected into it.

You know, it's the territory of deep current yumit. Who dares to make trouble there?

"Poof..." in the smoke, a figure suddenly flew out, and his face was extremely pale.

Wiping away the blood from the corners of his mouth, yumett looked gloomily at the footsteps slowly coming from the dust.

"Surrender, or die!"

Emerald red eyes were like fallen angels. The red count looked down at yumet with an indifferent look.

"If you want me to surrender, let's see if you have that ability." let go of everything, yumet exudes a strong breath, a stream of air, constantly rotating, extremely strange.

"Old thing, legends are legends. Now it's not your time."

Take the lead. At this moment, yumett doesn't need to worry about anything.

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