This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

The man has short silver-gray hair, a long robe, and a ring on his finger that symbolizes the leader of heaven.

King Taishan stared at this person coldly: "King Chujiang?"

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth: "Call me the Lord of Heaven, Michael!"

Chapter 385

Qiushan Island.

Fang Jueming was thrown by Hong Tian, ​​and bumped into Metatron: "Get out of the way!"

"Heh, you're just a brat."

Metatron stared at Fang Jueming, who was too young, with cold eyes, and a crossbow popped out of his cuff, aiming.

Whoosh!

An arrow flew towards Fang Jueming without making a sound.

The tip of the arrow still has a touch of emerald green, which is obviously poisonous.

Fang Jueming's eyes became sharper.

He actually played a sneak attack, and he was an old man with no morals.

Then don't blame him for being cruel.

when!

Fang Jueming grabbed the arrow with his bare hands, sparks sparked out from the arrow and the glove.

Ever since Fang Jueming was severely injured with a meteor hammer with his fist, Fang Jueming had deeply reflected on his own shortcomings.

After discussing with Ax Quan Wu Tong, he received strong support from a pair of ancestral exquisite boxing gloves from Hong's Martial Arts Academy in Yunzhou.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Fang Jueming, who owns the gloves, is like a tiger with wings added.

Holding the arrow with one hand, this hand really shocked Metatron.

This reaction, this speed, this intuition... To sum up, this kid is not simple!

"Carmel, be careful, this brat is not weak..."

Before Metatron finished speaking, he froze.

Because, he saw his partner's extremely hot and tender body being sliced ​​by the dog's paw of that giant beast.

Metatron: "..."

Well, before he finished speaking, the partner is gone?

"Bah, kid, you're lying! Where's the demon core!"

Hong Tian, ​​who had been searching for nothing, said angrily.

Looking at the big dog, a gust of cold air emerged from Metatron's back, instantly attacking his whole body.

Kamel, a woman whose life was a legend, just died under the claws of dogs?

He didn't even see how the two of them fought just now.

"Old man, watch the boxing."

Fang Jueming said politely.

At this moment, Metatron didn't have the mind to deal with it, he was directly frightened by Hongtian's coquettish operation.

If he could kill Kamal in seconds, he would basically be unable to escape.

Then... I have to hold my back when I die.

Thinking of this, Metatron slowly drew out his dagger, his eyes became fierce.

"Ghost walk!"

Fang Jueming's figure was like a ghost, he came to Metatron's back in an instant, and punched out.

This is what his master taught him.

Attacking from behind can often produce unexpected results.

"go to hell!"

Metatron stretched out his strange black dagger, turned around and stuck it precisely at Fang Jueming's neck.

Fang Jueming didn't dodge, and punched hard.

The extremely sharp dagger cut through Fang Jueming's glove, but not his fist.

Metatron's eyes became strange.

These fists are actually stronger than a dagger forged from fine steel!

Fang Jueming looked at his gloves, feeling a little distressed.

This is the curator who managed to snatch it... Cough, it was finally given as a gift.

Passive skill [Iron Fist].

This is the skill reward that Fang Jueming obtained after continuously punching through the [Billions of Punch Swings] system.

How to have an iron fist when fighting the hippo monster.

It wasn't his fist bone that was broken, but the mace.

when!

Fang Jueming took a few steps back, but he still didn't flinch, and his punch remained unchanged.

The second punch came in an instant.

Metatron's expression was stern, he turned his palm into a fist, and fought Fang Jueming recklessly.

when……

In terms of strength, Metatron was far better than Fang Jueming.

However, if Fang Jueming's punches were combined, the outcome would become unpredictable.

Hong Tian glanced at the two fighting hard, feeling that Fang Jueming might not be able to die, so he wagged his tail, stared at the killers organized by Heaven, and showed a cruel smile: "Don't stand still, you should do it!" what."

Heaven's killer, his face turned pale with fright.

Kamel, the leader of the Twelve Heavens, was slaughtered by this dog, who are they!

The huge figure of Hongtian, exuding a terrifying and murderous aura as if from hell, launched an offensive among the killers in heaven...

The other underworld warriors stared blankly at the scene in front of them, and after regaining their senses, they also joined the battle...

A powerful sonic boom resounded, and the punch sounded like thunder. Fang Jueming hit Metatron with one punch.

"The sixth punch!"

Fang Jueming said with difficulty.

Still holding the punching posture, as if fished out of the water, gasping for breath, the body trembling.

On the arm, blood vessels and veins emerged, and ticking blood flowed down the tip of the fist.

On a reef, Metatron's old body was embedded in the gravel and had already lost its vitality.

Hong Tian smiled.

Not bad, this kid has become stronger again.

King Equality, who was bound to the ground, was still bewildered, not knowing where this man and dog came from.

But he knew that he was saved.

……

Phlox Island.

Raziel's crazy face became more and more cold.

The sledgehammer in his hand hit the city king on the cheek.

But the Metropolitan King is obviously not an ordinary person. Relying on his old and spicy experience, he dodged Raziel's attack and slashed back with the big sword in his hand.

For a moment, the two were inseparable from each other.

Raziel's expression became more and more gloomy, and the whole person became more and more crazy: "That bastard Sariel really hit the mark, you are not simple."

Before, Sariye wanted Kamal to follow him.

It was he who arrogantly said that he could beat the city king, and forced Kamel to go to Qiushan Island.

The city king didn't speak, he held a big knife in one hand and a shield in the other, panting heavily, although Raziel was powerful, he couldn't beat him.

But with his own strength, Raziel could accompany him until dark.

If he can survive until the reinforcements arrive, he wins.

The situation reached a stalemate.

Heaven and hell are evenly matched, and no one can do anything to win the other.

At this moment, a small boat propped up on the sea.

A young man was slowly paddling over.

The young man looked handsome, with black gauze wrapped around his eyes.

It is not difficult to see that this is a blind man.

"Where did you come from, go to hell!"

A Paradise Killer who was stationed outside saw the blind young man and said angrily.

Before he finished speaking, a line of blood was split from the middle of his face, and he fell slowly to the ground.

Both Raziel and the Metropolitan King were shocked.

Because, no one saw how this blind young man made a move.

The blind youth went ashore.

His pace was very slow, but every time he took a step, a killer from the Heavenly Organization fell to the ground.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

When the blind youth came in front of the Metropolitan King, there were already more than 20 corpses of Heavenly Killers under his feet.

The city king's hands were trembling.

"Excuse me, who is Raziel?"

The blind young man asked with a warm smile on his lips.

The Metropolitan King pointed to Raziel and said, "He, he..."

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Raziel burst into anger, and the sledgehammer in his hand smashed towards the blind young man with a strong wind.

Stab it!

A small voice sounded.

The sword light flickered.

This time, the Metropolitan King finally saw the blind youth's sword clearly.

The sword is in that guiding stick!

The head of Raziel's hammer was neatly cut off, and the man was also cut across the waist, breaking into two sections.

In his hand, the bottle of potion didn't even have time to inject it into his body.

The city king broke out in a cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice, "You, who are you!"

"Xiao Ye!"

The blind young man smiled lightly and said, "Oh, yes, I belong to the Asura Sect."

The Metropolitan King's face was pale.