"The centaurs will not bow their heads."

"It's very interesting, the centaur race. It seems that you races are all the same. You don't know life and death. The fear of death is not as terrible as you think, but it is definitely not beautiful."

Xiong squatted down, raised his head, and said with a sneer: "Are you sure you want to continue like this? I don't have the patience to waste it with you. I know what you think. Wait for reinforcements, don't you?"

"Don't think about it. They won't come. My territory is all around. If they dare to step in, how long do you think it will take me to kill them?"

The smile became bright, and in the bright, there was a coldness.

Murderous aura lingered around them, cold, extremely cold, Dalong felt the coldness, trembled, and his lips trembled.

The eyes change, he will really kill people, if the brothers come, won't they?

He is unwilling to surrender.

"Senma, will not surrender!"

Unwavering, confident eyes.

Death is not afraid.

Surrender is more terrifying than death.

Xiong let go of his hands, got up, and lowered his head in contempt: "It seems that you have given up the last chance to survive, so don't blame me for being rude."

"Goodbye."

With the palm facing down, without looking at it, it bombed directly.

A hole was blasted in the ground, dust filled the sky, and the centaur dragon disappeared. The bear raised his head, and his eyes fell on the trembling centaur in front of him.

Escaped, yes, good response.

But what about this palm?

He raised his hand, aimed at his head, moved his lips slightly, and the pressure cannon flew out.

Boom! !

The body of Centaur Dalong slid ten meters away, hit the tree, and opened his mouth to spit out bitter water.

With a ferocious expression on his face, he held the weapon in both hands, his limbs grabbed the ground fiercely, and finally stopped.

"vomit."

He took a sip of the bitter water and almost passed out. He wiped the corner of his mouth and stared at the bear with deep eyes.

Fear, fear, and danger approached, his blood boiled faster, flushed, and his skin became flushed.

Like water vapor rising, the limbs became thicker, and the muscles on the arms burst out.

His eyes were red, his teeth became sharp, he pointed the weapon at the bear, and shouted angrily, "Kill."

The killing breath lingered, and immediately after, his attack was in front of him, and his attack was extremely fast.

"kill!"

The weapons are divided into three prongs, with different lengths, one long and two short.

Left, right, middle, above, below.

Invariably empty, the bear hugged the bible, jokingly and jeeringly.

His legs didn't move, but his body was tilting, moving left, right, and when the fork came in front of him, he could dodge it, even without looking at it.

After more than a dozen moves in a row, Xiong didn't do any damage at all, but felt more relaxed.

"that's all?"

The speed is faster and the attack has been improved, but it is still impossible to attack him.

"Is this all your anger?"

Raised his hand, aiming at an opportunity, pressed his chest, and opened his lips: "Boom."

The sound of an explosion exploded from the palm of my hand.

Blood, wildly spilled all over the place.

The bear shook his palm, and a few drops of blood dripped from it.

"Anger can greatly increase one's strength. You guys are right. Is this the legendary mineralization?"

Some races have special skills, such as mineralization, once they see blood, or are stimulated, they will go crazy and improve their strength.

One kind of murloc is like this, and so is centaur.

"Ah!"

Dalong can't forgive, you can mock me, you can look down on me.

But you can't look down on us Centaurs.

"People and horses are bound to charge."

Turning around, grabbing the weapon, his face was determined.

"Position."

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