In the heavy fog and strong wind, the hot spring hotel with only two floors is like an isolated island.

A megalodon shark with a 22-meter-weight weight of 90 tons, a mouth with a diameter of 3 meters wide open, flew past the head of a small hotel and hunted a 15-meter-long gray whale.

"Pretending to be a ghost." The warrior raised his sword and placed it on the horse's neck, and grinned, "Kneel down for me."

"Don't worry about me!" The horse's face, who was lying on the ground, roared angrily, "Thumb, kill him!"

"Shut up." The warrior raised his foot and kicked the horse's face, spurting out blood foam, with teeth inside.

The warrior stepped on the horse's face and measured his face again, pressing him tightly.

"Horse face!" Carp said worriedly.

The warrior turned his face and looked at the boy who had jumped off the window frame and walked into the hall.

"Kneel down." He pressed the tip of Taidao's knife against the temple of the horse's face.

"You" Yuan Qingsu's right index finger and middle finger are close together at the tip of his nose, "Are you underestimating me?"

"Thumb!" Youhua and others shouted quickly.

"Uncle Ma Face, I'm sorry, I can't let everyone let him do it." Yuan Qingsu's blue air waves around him became like oil splashed with water, and became explosive and fierce.

Divine power surges with rage.

Everyone's breathing suddenly suffocated, and the wind pressure in the hotel was even more violent than outside.

A lot of wood chips fell from the front desk cabinet that was smashed by a rabbit.

At this time, these wood chips were carried around by the strong wind, occasionally hitting someone's divine power, and shot out like a bullet.

"Boy!" the warrior shouted angrily in the wind, "Do you dare to use large spells? Are you afraid of attracting official practitioners?"

"I'm not afraid of death." Yuan Qingsu's eyes were sharp.

The warrior cursed in his heart.

He was discovered by the official practitioners that it was nothing, and it didn't matter if he left a fluctuation of divine power. No one cared about Shinto's testimony at all.

but

He glanced at Itamixue. He said that this person was the only one, but her testimony was enough to make him doomed.

Kill the masked boy?

Or should I kill Itamixue first?

The masked boy in front of him is young but not weak in divine power. Moreover, he mastered the spells very strongly, just in case, he naturally wants to kill the weak-powered Itamixue.

As long as she dies, she can leave as long as she wants. It doesn't matter if these people see her appearance.

The samurai's eyes swept across the rabbit, carp, and Yuhua.

Especially the jeans that Yuhua had untied were so hot that they couldn't see anything.

As long as he kills that kid, he can continue the game just now.

The warrior who was dominated by desire changed his mind.

"Boy," he said, "you stop the spell and I will release him."

"Thumb!" Youhua hurriedly shouted.

The rest of them looked at him too.

The masked boy's explosive divine power fell into hesitation, and finally began to slowly become smaller.

‘That’s right, that’s it, just like the mother’s sake for her daughter, and these women just now compromised for the men under her feet, and luckily.’ The warrior licked his lips with his tongue.

"Master, don't believe him!" Ito Jianxue stopped him.

The tendency of divine power to decrease stopped in an instant with her crisp voice.

The warrior's eyes were full of murderous aura, but his mouth was tempted: "Boy, she is a woman from the source of Qingsu. Do you guess she wants to attract official practitioners?"

Itomi Xue glared at the samurai and looked at Guo Qingsu again.

"How are you thinking?" said the warrior.

"You will keep your promise, right?" Yuan Qingsu said worriedly.

"Of course. I don't want to die here for the sake of four women."

After thinking for a while, Yuan Qingsu's divine power continued to shrink, and finally, he let go of his seal's hand.

At this moment, the warrior sneered in the corner of his mouth, and the room suddenly darkened. The Taidao pulled the light of the brown divine power and slashed towards Yuan Qingsu.

"careful!"

"thrush!"

"Ah!", "Boom!"

The waves of air surged like a mountain collapse, or like a tsunami hitting the head.

Everyone, like a kite, was thrown away, and in the wild waves, hit the hotel walls heavily.

The green light and the brown light intersect, the light waves shook wildly, and the sky shook and the earth moved.

In this aurora-like neon light, rabbit and others heard the terrified voice of the warrior: "Boy, do you know I'm going to attack?!"

"I've said it, don't underestimate me."

"Who are you? You actually have such divine power!"

"Shintoism, nine groups, pisses."

The nine Shintoism groups were pressed against the wall by the air waves, and Itomixue could barely support her by relying on the power of the artifact itself.

They couldn't move, watching the light, their hearts beating and their hands were tightly pinching.

When Yuan Qingsu fights against the warrior, both of them are restrained and do not use large spells, but every fight at close range is even more dangerous.

Yuan Qingsu was surprised.

He learned a lot of melee curses in Hokkaido, and his inhuman body and his rapid advancement of divine power were originally intended to be able to capture it, but he could not bear it for a moment.

The warrior was even more shocked and even frightened than him.

He has excellent talent, practiced for twenty-eight years, and participated in nearly thirty battles.

In addition to the "village-level" little monsters, there were also six times in the "county-level" level. No matter where they are placed, they are well-deserved masters.

In order to satisfy one's animal desires, we also take time to practice small-scale mantras that ordinary practitioners do not practice, just to silence them at critical moments.

The boy in front of him is at most eighteen years old. Even if he starts practicing at the age of four, he will only be fourteen years old. Not only is he no longer his opponent, he does not even have the ability to fight back.

Yuan Qingsu is taking action faster and faster.

The blue divine power is infuriating, with infinite power, invincible courage, and a speed of attack, and a ghostly and demon.

The warrior's arms were numb and his chest was stuffy.

With each blow, the divine power in the body was like a ship sailing in a storm, swaying and difficult to control.

The two figures intertwined, colliding with dazzling lights.

Yuanqingsu's momentum became increasingly powerful, and suddenly he screamed in a long voice.

His five fingers spread apart and slapped in the sky, and his momentum was as strong as the sky.

The sportswear was swelled by divine power and roared.

Everyone heard a muffled thunder, dizzy, unable to see anything or hear anything.

The warrior was pressed down on his head with a "bang" sound, kneeling on the ground, smashing the floor with his knees.

After a brief pause, he spewed out a large mouthful of blood, his whole body was in a state of great pain, and his bones seemed to be cracked into pieces.

In the pain and fainting, a thought flashed through his numb head:

"Impossible! How could Shinto have such a person!"

He is only eighteen years old and has such strength. In another ten years, who will be his opponent?

The air wave slowly dissipated, and nine groups of people fell off the wall.

"Bird!" the rabbit exclaimed.

"That's great!" Carp and Youhua shouted.

"Is it okay?" Itojianxue said with concern.

"Ahem!" As the air wave just now hit, the monkey, fat man and monk also broke free from the constraints.

After they recovered, they hurried to support the horse's face.

Everyone gathered around and the rabbit asked, "What should I do now?"

When the team leader was not there, she, monkey and monk were usually the two of them to make a decision, but now, she subconsciously asked the piss.

Yuan Qingsu didn't look at them, but still stared at the warrior he pressed to the ground.

"I won't kill you," he said.
To be continued...