MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 45 brutal strangulation

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Hang Kill nodded slightly, and responded briefly.

He gathered and absorbed the stardust-like white light shining around him, and turned it into an extremely thin shield that exuded a hazy glimmer.

He put this shield on the motionless Xiaoya, and then slowly stood up.

He had heard that someone was approaching the ship from the bottom. The sound of breaking the water waves came from more than one place.

"Heh. Yisheng Panyou"

Strangling said in a low and slow voice.

His low, lion-like voice was full of sneer and irony: "Sure enough, it's the same everywhere."

Hang Kill opened his eyes that had completely turned into vertical pupils, and straightened his back. Step out of the shadowed cabin.

His twisted, bent right hand was still dripping with blood, but the pace of strangulation did not waver at all.

The moment he left the cabin, the golden pupil that seemed to have melted and solidified, melted and burned again in an instant—a dazzling bright yellow flame burst out.

The turbulent arrogance was like a torrential rain, filling his heart in an instant.

As before his eyes, the colorful brilliance gradually lost its color. The world in Strangling's eyes gradually slowed down.

He clearly saw the second bullet flying towards his left eye.

The next moment, Hang Zhan raised his intact left fist.

The arrogant heart turned into a raging fire, and the strong bright yellow flame flickered like liquid gold, gushing out and advancing from the clenched fist. A mass of flames blazing enough to distort the surrounding light clustered around his fist.

The left fist, burning with glowing flames, punched straight in front of him without hesitation. His fist collided with the bullet in mid-air, but it caused ripples in the air, making a loud clang like gold and iron colliding!

The bullet fired by the sniper rifle was easily intercepted by the strangulation!

After being attacked, he didn't withdraw his fist.

Instead, in that direction, he opened his clenched left fist, and all the golden flames wrapped around his fist rushed back towards his palm, condensing into a small ball of light.

The next moment, a streamer of golden flames galloped in the opposite direction—it imitated the posture of a bullet, returning on the same path as the bullet, piercing the muzzle of the gun, and hitting the sniper's head at the same time. broken!

After eliminating the harassers in the distance, he lowered his broken right arm and looked down at the assailants lurking in the river.

"Come on, dear Qing'an"

The white lion taunted: "Let me first see how strong you are."

The waves stirred up from the river are the only response.

Three men in uniform black matte diving suits jumped out of the water at the same time. None of the three of them were tall, but at least they were strong.

The muscles visible to the naked eye stand out under the outline of the tight diving suit.

Their fish heads were not covered in any way, so they were exposed to the eyes of strangulation. But anyway, strangling can't recognize the difference between the fish head and the fish head.

The men held rather than pistols, gunpowder weapons that might have been disabled by water. Two of them each held a sharp-edged trident; while the other held a short spear in one hand and a spear-launcher with a cord in the other.

"Glamourous."

Hang Sha sneered, and stepped forward instead of retreating.

He grabbed the tip of the trident stabbed by one of them—he exploded with astonishing force, and even bent the barrel of the gun with one hand into a curved shape almost like a bow.

Then, he suddenly kicked it out and kicked the man's knee hard.

The moment the man lost his balance and fell to the ground, the tail end of the halberd he was holding came out of his hand. Under the effect of inertia, he whipped towards his master's neck.

Just one blow almost shattered the man's throat. Hang Shou held the part of the spike, swung it backhand like a stick, and slammed it on the man's temple, knocking him down to the ground. by

With the strength of the rebound, strangle it and throw it in the opposite direction, forcing the other person who took the opportunity to approach back.

Immediately, Strangling turned it with one hand, and then held its handle, and directly threw it out——

The man with the speargun launcher had just stepped into the boat and aimed the speargun at the strangle. He didn't even have time to pull the trigger, and the halberd was directly pierced through his abdomen.

As a result, his shot was off to an outrageous level. The speargun with the barb flew out at least one meter above the strangled head.

The man who was forced to retreat as soon as he made a move, felt a little cringe when he saw that he was the only one left in an instant among the three people on board.

As he slowly backed away, he looked hesitantly at Stretch. Then, he suddenly realized something.

He immediately slashed towards the bloodied and bent left arm!

He just wanted to force the strangulation back—he was standing too close to the edge of the boat, and if he stepped back half a step to the left, he would be directly dragged by his legs and carried into the water by his friends in the water!

But what he didn't expect was that the strangulation was impossible to avoid.

His already bent right arm was struck by the polearm, and the fracture became more apparent—but that was all.

Strangling stepped forward in two steps, and the golden flame wrapped around his left hand again.

His steps were vigorous and nimble, he suddenly jumped out from a corner where the man couldn't guard against, and punched the man in the jaw heavily!

With just one punch, the opponent's consciousness is blurred.

But the moment the man fell backwards, the giant strangling hand grabbed the man's face.

As if reaching out to hold an orange, he held his face hard with such strength that he wanted to crush the orange.

The great pain made the man subconsciously let go and dropped the weapon, and he woke up instantly.

He clasped his strangled left hand tightly with both hands. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

"—Say it.

Strangler showed a cruel smile, and slowly clenched his left hand like a tightened vise, making the man's head creak and creak. Did not let go of his meaning.

He just said slowly to the man who couldn't speak at all: "Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"

"Uh...uh..."

The man struggled violently, as if he wanted to speak.

But Hang Hang didn't let go of his hand immediately, he was concentrating on enjoying the torture. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He doesn't howl or howl in pain. That doesn't make any sense.

The more he suffers, the more he wants to give the pain he feels to others—especially to those who give him pain.

At this moment, the pupils of Strangling moved slightly.

The moment the sound of the water surface bursting came.

Accompanied by the sudden sense of crisis, the world in Hang Sha's eyes gradually faded again.

He turned slightly sideways, looking behind him.

An arrow burst from the river behind him, broke through the river, and flew towards his back.

Strangled did not dodge.

At least he couldn't dodge it completely.

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