Chapter 615

Dongkailing, Greyhound village.

It used to be the pioneer victor. Like a ghost without substance, he cut into the battlefield from the side. The spiritual intuition of the ogre supervisor also found a close threat. His fist bigger than an adult's head suddenly blew in the past, and the air turned into paste.

There is no return arrow when you open the bow, and the fist you hit must be taken back before you can hit the second fist. Even the touch of the mind can't turn the ogre inspector's arm into a tentacle without dead corners. Fighting with pure spiritual instinct and unable to think independently is the gap between the ogre supervisor and turnans.

This gap is a fatal flaw in front of Victor's unparalleled computing power and extraordinary speed.

He floated like catkins in front of the big mouth of the middle door of the ogre supervisor along the air flow. The black air flow on the fine gold long sword turned to indigo, his body suddenly sank and the sword light flashed.

The time of the Apocalypse slows down.

The flexibility of the light body.

The power of the rock.

The sharp edge of the blue blade.

The head of the furious ogre inspector was taken off by him, easily like picking a fruit.

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Andrea suddenly sensed that there was a void behind her. The wind element flashed away, and then came the heavy scattered footsteps of the ogre commander and the broken sound of trees.

She jumped on the branch of a big tree and looked back to see the headless ogre commander hammering for a while and crashing to the ground. All the previous wounds burst, and thick blood gushed out of the broken body like a fountain.

Two hundred meters away, a handsome young man in dragon lizard skin armor was watching himself with a long sword of refined gold and the head of the ogre commander. He was tall and well proportioned, with black hair, slightly pointed ears, dark golden eyes surging with a golden rainbow like fog, raised the blinking ogre's head and said, "Andrea, do you know why he covered his face and not the back of his brain? His skull is surprisingly hard."

Andrea's mouth was half open and her eyes were staring at each other.

"... and." He lifted the head of the ogre inspector with his jaw cut off and his tongue drooping, shook his head with dissatisfaction:

"Nelson is right... This guy has no neck."