Master of the Stars

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Most of the dropped droplets are too late to be ground, and they are directly crushed or even evaporated by the ultimate force swaying back and forth in the room.

The entire room instantly turned into a fully-powered boiler, and the boiling air expanded rapidly. The next second was a second explosion.

The floor-to-ceiling windows leading from the side of the bedroom to the terrace can't withstand the air pressure in this small space and slammed. The curtains that were pulled up were wrapped with glass fragments and twisted alloy frames, as if swept by a storm, blowing down to the lower deck and further to the sea.

There are also two blood donors, who were lying near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and were also surrounded by the impact of the storm, sliding against the ground and striking the tempered glass fence of the terrace. Fortunately, the tempered glass of the fence is of high quality and is relatively open. In the space, it has remained relatively intact, and did not let these two unlucky eggs get home...

After the storm in the house blew out, it was the turn of the sea air flow back to the back, mixed with moist water vapor. The outer cloud layer is more and more drooping, almost connected with the sea, and it seems that it may fall down and rain at any time.

For those in the center of the storm eye, these are just meaningless details.

However, such momentum is inevitable.

Not to mention how the lower deck on this side jumped, the gunshots and explosions from the senior suite on the bow immediately pushed a large number of so-called high-profile people in this area into the conjecture of being "terrorized" .

Panic and chaos quickly spread.

Relative to this speculative commotion caused by fragmented information, it is obvious to some people that Yuanyuan has shifted from restraint to unrestrained detonation, which is more intuitive.

Again, for the extraordinary species, a light of emerald light is too small.

Everyone can pretend not to know the first wave of confrontation. When the strong hedging of this sudden escalation occurs, many extraordinary species who were previously dizzy by Luo Nan’s endless scriptures could not help but be refreshed. One after another projected induction here, that is called a bright and upright.

Especially the most spiritual side.

In fact, this kind of movement can be sensed by some B-level spiritual sides, but it is limited by ability, or it is directly scared back by the dangerous environment where extraordinary ideas gather.

There is no doubt that attention is also interference.

It’s just a matter of changing the usual. Today Wang Yong is being stirred by continuous variables, and his thoughts are inevitably scattered.

Dirty... However, this mode of power operation is so familiar!

Who is it?

Whatever the reason, Wang Yong's Shaking God really left Takal with a stretch of space and time.

Takal did indeed seize this opportunity... let's just call him!

The body is much stronger than ordinary people, driven by the force of a sudden eruption, like the bow string that let go of the hand when it is full, without worrying about any damage, it suddenly stretched out.

He had blood stains in his ears, nose and mouth, and there was even blood in his eyes. Obviously, this kind of power beyond the limits of the human body constituted a huge burden on his body.

But the fact is that he can bear this power without dying, which proves that he has a qualification to struggle for survival.

He still opened his mouth wide, and still did not make any discernible sound in his throat, some just pressed the air directly, forcibly breaking the muffled sound of Wang Yong's control.

It really sounded like thunder rang in the ear.

Earlier than thunder, it was flying fire.

It was just that this wave of electric fire did not pierce from behind Wang Yong, but burst directly from Takal.

This time, even if Wang Yong is a fool, he can finally capture the familiar feeling and transform it into a conclusive concept:

Electromagnetic direction... Jin Tong!

Wait, it seems that Takal is also electromagnetically oriented?

Useful and useless thoughts are constantly intertwined with influence, and in this trance effort, Takal is already wrapped in a dazzling electric chain, and the mad cow generally strikes forward and rushes into the area of ​​Wang Yong's middle palace.

It must be said that Takal's control of power is extremely rough, and there are some subtle ambiguities in the level, but the power he is holding at this time has indeed formed a substantial threat to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong's eyes were cold, back punch, elbow, knee lift, perfect control, so that he can still effectively mobilize the energy of the body and blood between the changes of the square. It seems to be defensive. In fact, it is based on defense. The perfect synchronization of interference and control at the physical and spiritual levels eliminates the initial impact of Takar's unconsolidated and counterattack.

The raised knees fell, and the entire bedroom floor was shaken and deformed like waves, and the appearance in the room became more and more unbearable. The electric chain that rushed across the face, like flowing water, swept across the edge of Wang Yong's rock-solid defense field. Even if a small part penetrated, it was only a slight paralysis of his half of the body.

Instead, Wang Yong borrowed steps to agitate the gathered energy of blood, blending with the turbulence of his surrender in the abyss area, submerged explosive force, a sideways hook, and hit Takar's side abdomen.

The fist was extremely fierce. With a hit, Takal's body was like an electric shock. His body twitched and jumped. The lower left half of the flank shattered immediately. The popping sound in the large mouth was also blocked by the choking blood foam.

Wang Yong frowned instead.

Because of the punching force he hit, there was an undesirable "slip" in the second half.

Takal's previous "jumping" was essentially like a slippery loach, which subtly eliminated the heavy damage that could have caused his internal organs to be completely misaligned. The body was also tilted sideways, just off Wang Yong.

This should have nothing to do with Jin Tong or electromagnetic direction, but from the yoga foundation of traditional practice in the sub-continent.

This time, it was totally Takal's instinct, and it did indeed reach the limit he could cope with. His blood-red eyes were out of focus, and his mind was completely obscured.

And the direction he planted in the past is where Tu Ge is.

How big is the whole bedroom, especially the area at the end of the bed, there are "blood donors" placed on the wall, Wang Yong, Tu Ge and Takal are also very strong people, three people piled here, Crowd this area. Except for the moment when Takal breaks into the wall, all other actions must be carried between square inches...

After all, Els is not dead yet, is he?

Takal's planting really hit the back of Tu Ge, his body was dead, and he was still very bluffing. Wang Yong returned his hand and grabbed toward the Takal vest again.

It was also this opportunity that Wang Yong glanced in front of Tu Ge, but he saw that this strong man who was still above him just happened to pinch that bright red sarcoma in his palm, and then exert his strength.

With an indescribable strange noise, the entire mass of sarcoma was forcibly squeezed into plasma flesh by Tu Ge, and burst out of the fingers.

Some hit Takar directly in the face, bloody.

"So ruthless...but it counts?"

Wang Yong naturally flashed such thoughts.

But in the next moment, the sharp and piercing hissing sound exploded, filled with the meaning of madness and chaos-the source of its outburst was Tu Ge's palm.

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