Chapter 423: Desperate Barlow

"Boring!" Ans Orr spit expressionlessly as the evil aura released by Barlow Enemy passed over him, "It seems you are ready?"
"Of course!" Barlow snarled in demonic language, using advanced teleportation to appear in front of Ansor in an instant, the flame whip in his hand was drawn, and the beheading sword surrounding the flame fell.
"Oh!" Without any dodging, Ansor raised his hand to catch the beheading sword of Barlow, and the armor wrapped around the palm rubbed against the blade of the beheading sword, sparks splashing like springs.
"Pop!" The whip condensed by flames drew on Ansor, and uttered a buzzing sound like Huang Zhongda Lu, accompanied by the golden veins of the black armor on the Titan, and the flame in the hands of the Barlow flame was long The whip shattered in half and turned into a little flame that escaped into the air.
"Legendary armor!" Seeing that his attack was so easily taken, Barlow's Demon suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and then he felt a sense of injustice.
I had just arrived in the material world and had no time to do anything, so I was caught by a titan. It was unlucky. It was encountered by the existence of less than the shrine.
In addition, the Titan actually had a set of legendary armors, which could not be beaten originally. It still wanted to wait for the opportunity to run away and run away, and now ran an undead. Its attacks can't move the Titan. How can this escape?
"Weak attack." When Barlow's attack was so ineffective that his attack was almost ineffective, Ansold held the decapitation sword with one hand and pulled it hard. Barlow's burly body suddenly turned toward him. Ansor rushed.
Without the slightest meaning of mercy, Ans Orr's other hand, five fingers close together and fist waved, the golden thunder shone on it, with the wind, Ans Orr's fist hit the face of Balo Demon directly .
"Click!" The sound of the scalp numbness of bones and the tearing of flesh and blood sounded, the hot blood spraying out like magma, and mixed with the metallic luster of bone slag.
"Boom!" An air-blast ring visible to the naked eye appeared, and the Barlow Demon was knocked down by Ansall with a punch. Two anti-joint hoofs and the thick tail behind him plowed three long plows on the ground. Long Gully.
"Roar!" Along with the vague and screaming screams, the Barlow Flame Demon slammed into a low mountain more than 100 meters high and crashed into it after hitting some unknown trees.
After seeing this Barlow Flame Devil so unbearable, Ansor was even more disappointed, his footsteps were lighter, and his majestic body disappeared in place instantly, leaving a phantom that slowly dissipated.
"Boom!" A more violent explosion sounded, Ansor rushed into the pothole smashed by Barlow's Demon, and once again banged on his chest, and the thunder clattering on his fist was holding Barlow. While the Demon's chest left scars of scars, the power of terror also acted on it.
The hill where Balo Yanmao fell into it exploded directly. The mud and stones were mixed with stubble leaves and scattered all over the sky. The body of Balo Yanmao flew upside down again and smashed into another mountain. Half caught in it.
"Wait a minute." Seeing that Titan was ready to continue attacking, Barlow's Demon hurriedly stopped, no matter if it was useless, shouted first, and in case it really stopped, he could also strive for recovery time for his body.
"What else do you want to say?" Ansor stared indifferently at the Barlow Flame in front of which his skull and chest collapsed.
At the speed visible to the naked eye, its flesh and bones are growing rapidly. Ansor knew it was trying to delay the recovery of the injury, but still allowed it to do so.
He didn't care, there was nothing to worry about the demons of this strength. He could kill this waste demon for the first time, and he could kill the second time.
On the contrary, Ans Orle is very willing that this demon strives to maintain his best condition, which can bring him more fighting fun.
"Do you dare to take off that armour on your body and fight with me again?" The Barlow Yan Mo holding his fluke and stimulating Ansor with words, although at the legendary level, no one would bother to say what the opponent said. Say something, but in case it succeeds.
"Satisfy you." After thinking for a moment, Ans Orr removed the armor on his body and revealed his shirt. He felt that it was a little too much to deal with such a weak Barlow flame and wearing a legendary armor.
"Hey, even if it's a battle death, I will leave some traces on you." The devil's eyes appeared decisive in Barlow's eyes, who had realized that he could not escape, and it had already planned to fight.
As soon as the words fell, this Barlow Demon appeared in front of Ansor, holding a beheaded sword and splitting it toward Titan's head, while the other hand did not wave the flame whip, but launched his own kind Spell ability, summon demons!
Or, call it a more appropriate title and summon cannon fodder! The cowardly demon, the war-fighting demon, the spirit demon demon, the temptation demon, and even a six-armed snake demon responded to the call of this Barlow inflammation demon, surging out of the space behind it.
"What's the point?" This time Ans Orr didn't take the sword with his bare hands, but avoided his edge, and immediately flicked three punches, two of which fell on the decapitated sword, making Barlow's flame almost impossible to grasp. Hold the sword, and the last punch, once again smashed its newly recovered chest into a depression.
"Oh!" The blood spewed and fell to the ground, corroding the ground. When Ansor was just about to make up for the blow, the demon had used advanced teleportation to distance him away ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and escaped the punch.
"Give me all!" The Barlow inflammation demon who coughed for blood not far away forced the demons who had been summoned by himself to rush to Ansor, consume his combat power, and divert his attention, preferably to It creates opportunities for escape.
"Hmm!" Looking at the demons that rushed to one another while slashing at each other, Ans Orr snorted, the golden overbearing thunder and the hurricane swept the body.
Dense screams sounded, but disappeared quickly, because these were summoned to the cannon fodder. After being chopped into suspicious coke by the gold thunder, they were chopped by countless wind blades to be smaller than fingers. Pieces.
"Needless needling and resistance." Ansold held out his hand, holding a dazzling thunder, and the dazzling thunder condensed around him into eighteen spears, and then fired rapidly at the other side, where he continued to perform advanced teleportation, dodging Barlow inflammation everywhere. magic.
"Why can't I teleport out of here? What the are you doing?"
"I said, don't hold your luck, your best ending today is to die here. There is no second result. The surrounding space has been banned by me."