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His arrogance made Kuroro look sideways.

Before he could speak, Wo Jin beside him couldn't help striding forward, shouting: "If it's something our leader, let me try you first."

Zhongyuan Zhongye closed his eyes lightly. This person looked tall and strong, but his voice seemed to be releasing a powerful cry. The companions behind him didn't respond at all, but the people on Zhongyuan Zhongye's side were in an instant. He covered his ears in pain.

As if there was a sharp voice piercing the eardrum, Zhong Yuanzhong also used gravity to isolate his shouting.

Then he faced Wo Jin's super destructive punch.

Wo Jin triumphantly swung his straight right fist full of thought power. Although he didn't use any weapon at all, his fist alone was as powerful as a missile.

The person in front of her was not half as tall as him, she looked like a little girl, and she probably would have been directly punched to death by him.

But the person in front of him, who looked like a little girl, directly grabbed his fist, kicked his calf, and kicked towards his face at that moment.

It was as if infinite gravity was pressing towards Wojin, leaving him nowhere to escape, and there seemed to be a dead end in all directions.

As if he couldn't exert all his strength, he slammed on the ground fiercely, creating a deep hole, and the shattered stone splashed on his face, drawing a bloodstain.

Wojin struggled to stand up, but it was as if he was fixed in this deep pit, unable to move.

He could only listen to Zhongyuan Zhongye glance over there provocatively: "That's it?"

As soon as the voice fell, the people around Kuroro rushed out towards Zhongyuan Zhongya, and the mafia behind Zhongyuan Zhongya also stepped forward one after another.

The two parties entangled endlessly.

Kuroro watched the endgame quietly, the book in his hand glowed white, and even the wind turned the pages, the white thought power was churning around him, and when he was approaching him in the Central Plains, he slashed with his backhand. A thunderbolt.

The crackling sound startled Nakahara Chuya, but it didn't make him a little scared, but made him even more eager to fight. He knew that Kuroro was going to make a move this time.

He couldn't help being a little excited, and looked at Kuroro like a knife.

Among wolves, only the strongest wolf deserves to be called the wolf king.

This is a close confrontation.

Chuya Nakahara and Kuroro had a great fight. Nakahara Nakahara has been tied to Osamu Dazai all these years, and there is no need for him to play a lot. He was already trapped until his hands itch. When he met someone who could fight back and forth with him, he was even more merciless. The sharp wind from his fingertips had a gash on his fair and sexy face, and he wiped it off with the back of his hand without hesitation. step forward.

Ku Luoluo is not as active as Zhongyuan Zhongye. Zhongyuan Zhongye really doesn't look like a person at all. The energy is too strong. It is frightening. It has not started yet, because of the long tug-of-war. exhausted.

He turned around nimbly again and jumped into the hidden rock crevice, and he couldn't bear it anymore and used the skill of shielding Zhong Yuanzhong.

This is what he stole from a great technician. It is used exclusively for defense, and has no attack effect at all. If it is used on the opponent, it will make it impossible for the opponent to escape. If it is used on himself, it will make the opponent unable to attack.

Kuroro looked at Zhongyuan Zhongye who was tightly wrapped by the white thought power and couldn't move. Before he could breathe out a sigh of relief, he saw Zhongyuan Zhongye's aura changed. Huge violent energy emanated from him, and the red The light kept blasting from his black-gloved fingers.

……not good!

not good!

Feeling this breath, the men who were fighting with Wo Jin and Nobunaga also changed their expressions, and the crowd surrounding him just ignored them, leaving everyone behind and ran towards Zhongya in the Central Plains.

In the absence of the leader, it is absolutely not allowed to let the cadres of the Central Plains go dirty!

As the closest and longest-trained subordinate in the Central Plains, he once met Osamu Dazai before coming here.

At that time Osamu Dazai stood in front of him, his face seemed to be covered with ice, his voice was soft and slow, and he said without refutation: "When you go out, look at Nakaya, don't allow him to be dirty."

The reason can be guessed by the subordinates, it is nothing more than that if there is no Dazai Osamu in the Central Plains, if it is filthy, it will die of exhaustion.

This is a dead end with no solution other than Osamu Dazai.

It's a pity that his subordinates left too late, and he watched helplessly as the central plains were also opened up.

A ferocious aura spread from his body, bloody tattoos wrapped around his fair face, he raised his eyes and glanced at his subordinates with a red light flashing.

The tyrannical gravity that belonged to Huang Batu swept everything unreasonably.

All friendly forces and enemies, surrender to it.

This is the power of the gods.

Just approaching Chuya Zhongyuan, Kuroro, who was caught and beaten almost to death by him, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Being quickly supported by Ma Qi, he frowned in confusion, he had never been so puzzled.

"What kind of power is hidden in his body, why is it completely different from him before?"

If the former Central Plains was only strong and unrivaled, then the current Central Plains is also strong, so strong that people don't even have the courage to fight.

The subordinates were also swept to the ground by the divine power released by Zhongyuan Zhongye, and they ate the dust all over the place. Just when they raised their heads, they saw that Zhongyuan Zhongye had raised a red light ball in his hand, and he was about to move towards Chrollo threw it over.

At this time, no more talk about gang fights or gang fights.

Everyone in the Phantom Troupe was in full swing, rushing to protect their leader, and as the leader, Kuroro stood at the back of the camp, most of the book in his hand was broken, but the white light shining brighter on his body dazzling.

They treated them so strictly, but the person being treated, Zhong Yuanzhong, also smiled arrogantly. He was so arrogant that there was nothing he could do. He raised a huge ball of light and threw it at them again.

Seeing that the battle was completely suppressed by Zhongyuan Zhongye, but the subordinates who knew all the inside information knew that such a powerful Zhongyuan Zhongye would definitely become stronger and stronger in the end, until the body could not bear such sadistic power, and the seven orifices bleed to death die.

After minutes and seconds passed, the subordinates finally found a gap, the parasitic ability was activated, the flexible vines hooked Nobunaga's waist, and drilled straight along his body to his neck, but he didn't care at all and swung another wave sword.

This is the sound of the sword piercing the body.

It was also the almost forbidden sound of Nobunaga's body being restrained by the vines under his hand.

Blood was also seen in the Central Plains.

This is the first time he has seen blood since Central Plains started to filth. To the members of the Phantom Brigade, as long as he sees blood, it is as if the gods have been dragged into the world and have shortcomings.

And as long as there are shortcomings...you can try to kill the gods.

The moonlight outside the house became brighter and brighter, and Zhongyuan Zhongye's out-of-control ice-blue eyes were already bleeding blood.

Fei Tan took the opportunity to get closer and break his slender neck, but he hit a pillar not far away, smashing the pillar violently.

Even at such a dead end, Zhongye in the Central Plains is still Zhongye in the Central Plains. As long as you stand there, you can be the Zhongye in the Central Plains.

There was mess everywhere, and his subordinates watched Zhongyuan Zhongye knock down the people who were walking towards him one by one.

He took the phone out of his pocket.

He called Dazai Osamu again and again, but he was always on standby.

No one connected, and the Wuwang Didi sound seemed like a long wait.

Until Zhongyuan Zhongya coughed up a mouthful of blood, no one answered the phone of his subordinates. Seeing Zhongyuan Zhongye who had already walked towards them, his subordinates thought desperately.

Will they all die here?

Did the leader know that they would encounter such a thing, so he asked him not to let the Central Plains Zhongye cadres get dirty?

But such a situation...

The sphere of light containing destructive power passed by his hands, and his men looked at Nakahara Chuya who was walking towards him step by step, and couldn't help holding his mobile phone as if holding the last straw.

When he closed his eyes in despair.

The gate that had been tightly blocked was opened, and when the moon was at its highest point, Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a black windbreaker, arrived late with a large group of people.

The red scarf was as bright as the color of blood. Before losing consciousness, his subordinates suddenly saw Osamu Dazai hugging Nakahara Chuya tenderly, and said in a low voice, "Chuya, you can rest now."

Under the touch of disqualification in the human world, Nakahara, who gradually lost his divinity, vaguely recognized Osamu Dazai's face: "Bastard Dazai?"

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai reached out his hand to grope for a small wound like a sharp wound on him, and hugged him tightly.

This embrace was extraordinarily warm, with traces of wet water at night, Nakahara asked, "Did it rain when you came?"

Osamu Dazai nodded and said, "Yes, but soon, the rain stopped."

Since then, Chuya Nakahara's memory has become hazy, and he also saw this scene once in a dream in a trance.

In that scene, Osamu Dazai fiddled with the ends of his hair, and said to him softly, "I'll take you home."

Is this what I've actually experienced?

Central Plains also fell into a deep sleep.

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Osamu Dazai hugged Nakahara in his arms a little tighter, and he lowered his eyes to look at his subordinates.

When Osamu Dazai opened the door, the group of people just broke through the window and fled. He said, "Do you remember what they looked like?"

Osamu Dazai looked like his face was covered with a layer of frost, which made people dare not look directly at him.

The subordinate nodded and said: "I remember their appearance, everyone remembers."

The corner of Dazai Osamu's lips curved into an emotionless smile.

"When we go back, find someone to draw all of them."

"Submit it to me."

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