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Quantity leads to a qualitative change. Xia Ren would rather face the apostles than face these monsters.

"Continuing like this is not an option. I want to change my fighting style as soon as possible. The heathen's physical strength does not know the end, but if I continue to run away blindly, not only will I not be able to achieve my goal, but it will also put me in an irreparable disadvantage. "

However, in this case, what else can be done?

While running, Xia Ren calmly analyzed, observed the surrounding environment at the same time, and also fought the heretics who blocked the road ahead. It can be said that he was multitasking.

"Have it!"

Ways to thwart the heretics.

Xia Ren suddenly leaned down to avoid the attack of a heretic in front of him. At the same time, he swung the crowbar and plunged the hooked part into the opponent's body. Then he stopped, centered on himself, and dragged the opponent to throw it After two laps, all the surrounding enemies were temporarily forced back.

After all this was done, the pitiful screams of the poor heathen were already piercing, and could be heard far away.

Xia Ren threw him heavily to the ground, and then stomped on his head, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Although the pagans around didn't have much fear of death, seeing such a brutal scene, some instincts left in their hearts made them stop for a while, not daring to go forward.

"Look, the plane!"

In the extremely tense atmosphere, Xia Ren's abrupt and absurd words played an unexpected role. All the heretics focused all their energy on him. After hearing this sentence, they subconsciously followed the direction he pointed look.

Of course nothing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Ren did not encounter any obstacles, and plunged into the closed restaurant nearby.

The pagans reacted, knowing that they were being tricked, made an angry "click" sound, and rushed in.

But after all, the reaction was a step slower, so naturally it was empty.

Xia Ren had already broken through the roof and escaped from above.

At this moment, each of his shoulders was carrying several tens of kilograms of gas tanks, his eyes were shining with excitement, and there was a wanton smile on his face.

This feeling is like when they were chased by the Sons of Wind in the Moka Desert.

It's dangerous, but it's exciting because of the danger!

The fighting factor in Xia Ren's body has been fully activated!

The momentum has not dissipated, and he is still in the air, looking at the angry heretics below, and laughing.

"Hahahahaha, you idiots, try the power of modern technology!"

He opened his mouth, and bit off the valve of the gas tank with his hard teeth. Under the huge pressure, the liquid gas inside finally found a release point, and suddenly spewed out wildly.

The corner of Xia Ren's mouth was ferocious, and he threw the leaked tank down, and shouted at the same time:

"Times have changed!"

The heretics didn't even have any sense, and obviously they couldn't be expected to have much wisdom. Facing the jars thrown down, they didn't think about blocking them, but treated them as simple weapons and avoided them all.

Then the gas tank collided with the tiled floor, sending out sparks.

next moment.

"boom--"

The huge explosion brought up a billowing air wave, blowing Xia Ren higher into the sky, and the splashed building and furniture fragments rained down on his body, but it did not pose any threat to Xia Ren who had the toughness effect.

The heretics in the center of the explosion were not so lucky. Because they gathered densely and the power of the explosion was further increased, dozens of heretics were thrown into the air. Fortunately, they hit their companions. Hitting the wall, with their physique, they wouldn't suffer any serious injuries, but there are still a few unlucky ones, either their necks were directly cut off by the flying kitchen knife, or they hit a hard wall during the retreat. The sharp objects were directly cut open, in short, each has its own tragic method.

Xia Ren didn't expect that in a small space, just a gas tank could produce such a great power, and the number of enemies killed by it almost caught up with what he had killed all the way.

If the number of enemies is relatively small, there is really no way to produce such a large effect.

However, the more this happened, the more excited he was, and the more presumptuous his smile became.

The door to the new world that was not completely opened in the Moka desert last time was finally completely liberated at this moment, and Xia Ren experienced an unprecedented sense of freshness.

The tentacles stretched out and pulled him to the roof beside him. The pagans affected by the explosion hadn't got up again. He was no longer satisfied with this. He ran to other places, continued to provoke, and slowed down his escape speed, deliberately Go around in small circles to gather more heretics.

"Hahahaha!"

boom--

Another explosion, accompanied by flames soaring into the sky, and the figures of heretics being blown away.

Looking at this scene, Xia Ren's hands were trembling with excitement.

He licked his lips, and a strong... pleasure surged from the bottom of his heart!

……

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ps: Xia Ren experienced the pleasure of explosion for the first time, which appeared in Chapter 367, the chapter of Son of the Wind.

Chapter 496 Arson

Explosions sounded from time to time, but the real estate agent was not busy.

On the first floor of the outpatient clinic of the hospital, the sun shone in through the cracked walls, and the inside was in a mess.

Most of the original tables and chairs have been damaged, the floor is full of potholes, even the thick outpatient desk has been smashed in half, and the uneven gaps are covered with black blood.

Based on these traces, one can probably guess the brutality of the battle.

The real estate agent panted violently, threw the broken chair leg aside, then took a few steps back, squatting on the ground weakly.

In front of him, the heretic who broke in was completely silent, leaving only a corpse covered with scars.

I don't know how he, who was so weak just now, killed a heretic with his bare hands.

Just a few seconds after resting, the real estate agent suddenly coughed painfully, covering his chest, and then opened his mouth to "wow" and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

The diseased area that was originally completely covered by the bandage, the fungi had expanded their parasitic range and spread outside the bandage.

"The situation is getting worse, and this continues..."

The real estate agent frowned, took out the last bit of dark water in his arms and drank it, which relieved the pain a little.

He tried to sit up and came to the window.

There was no movement near the hospital. It seemed that the heretics had all gone after Xia Ren. At least he was safe for the time being, but he couldn't take it lightly.

"It's better to wait outside the town."