"But you haven't killed me yet."

The broken bones recovered under the elf technique, and Jibril, whose eyes showed only a gap, spoke provocative words, as if she was really not afraid of angering Noswa.

"Then try and see how long you can last."

The corner of the mouth was split, revealing the sharp teeth inside, Nuo Siwa said angrily.

"It's going to be fun and I'm looking forward to it."

Jibril, who narrowed her eyes, smiled coldly as violent energy surged in her hands.

Almost at the same moment, the two confronting people started to move, and the second round of the battle was impossible for normal people or even those with insufficient strength to watch.

The speed of movement that cannot be captured by ordinary naked eyes, the process of violent collision and confrontation between the two sides.

No one could be seen in the air, there were only deafening explosions, and the shaking ground with potholes or cracks appearing one after another.

Compared with the damage caused by bombing with elves, the current scene is undoubtedly a different kind of shock.

Chapter 680 Jibril is very angry

Ye Fu did not intervene in this battle, he just watched from a distance.

In Ye Fu's eyes, the natural disaster was just like that, no worse than a gust of wind.

The two people who cannot be easily seen are clearly visible, even if they are divided into one frame of detection frame, there is no problem.

The battle between Nuo Siwa and Jibril relies on their own physical fitness besides the elves.

There are no routines in close combat, and they follow the primitive fighting that comes easily, but it seems to be a random fight, but the two have rich combat experience, and they can perceive the dangers and advantageous attacks in the battle.

Ye Fu, who was on the sidelines, didn't have any special thoughts. Speaking of which, he learned physical skills from many enemies, but he rarely used them. After all, his situation was quite special.

In the past, there was still a chance to use it, but now his physical fitness is terrifying to the general existence. It is not bad for others to try their best to change the terrain. If it is better, it will sink a continent, but for him, it will be a punch. A Gaia sauce.

As far as this strength is concerned, without encountering too many perverts, Saitama-sensei, who can completely transform into a punch to kill the enemy, has no chance to perform physical skills.

It's not that he is too weak, but that his opponent is too weak, so weak that he can't even use physical skills to make up for the gap in strength.

Although it seems a bit contemptuous to say so, it is the actual situation.

A flat a is the destructive power of a star destroying cannon. If you add special power-generating skills or the ability to enhance strength, the destructive degree of the leaf symbol can achieve the effect of shattering the void and destroying stars in the air.

It doesn't matter whether it's a close fight with swords, fists, or long-range strikes such as magic cannons, or other very special abilities. Ye Fu can use whatever he wants, and there is no fixed fighting style at all.

One second, you can play the mage style with you, and the next second, you can directly play the warrior style, or the meat shield style, or even weird fighting professions.

If you want to find a way to restrain yourself, no one can do it.

Stop when you don’t eat, I use cause and effect.

I can't use cause and effect, so I bombard and kill in space.

If it still doesn't work, continue to use other powers, such as Moke Botmo, Vientiane Temple, Heaven and Earth Tribulation Fire, Realm Power, Myriad Universes, etc. He can use these copied abilities as he pleases.

Not everyone can ignore Ye Fu's power, fighting and force will only make him stronger.

Here, Ye Fu watched the battle without any pressure, and Nuo Siwa and Jibril, who were the parties involved, were not disturbed. The two battlefields were no longer in the original place at this time, and they came to a new battleground unknowingly during the fight.

The strength is above that of Jibril, but Nuo Siwa didn't give up at all, and the battle situation can be said to be one-sided.

Regardless of the amount of spirits used, or melee combat, there is no second situation except for the dragon spirit species suppressing the Flügel species.

No matter how fiercely Jibril provoked just now, the actual battle was just the opposite. Either she was deflated or she was on the way to deflation.

Because Nuo Siwa did not directly become the prototype, the attack range was reduced to only 1.4 meters of loli, even if Jibril wanted to use the characteristics of the race, it would be difficult to use it.

In the past, which dragon spirit species would deliberately become this kind of appearance, and their body size of several hundred meters is their normal state.

The smaller the size of the attack, the smaller the attack range, the strength of the two sides is not on the same line, the enemy has no sign of letting go, and the battle is only one person.

For Jibril who occupies these four disadvantages, Ye Fu thinks it is normal for her to be suppressed and beaten. If she suddenly rises, it would be strange to lose Noswana in one move.

"boom--!"

With a dull sound, Noswa, who had already broken through the opponent's attack, hit Jibril's abdomen with the fist that smashed mountains and rivers.

"puff--!"

The flat stomach sank into it, the amber eyes widened, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of warm blood.

Jibril, who received the fist heavily, arched her body into a prawn, and flew out through the air without any resistance, and her body hit a mountain behind her in a blink of an eye.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—!"

The thick mountain peaks couldn't hold back Jibril, the body and the mountain constantly made collision sounds, and the standing peaks were easily smashed to pieces, which caused a lot of movement.

Jibril, who was covered in dust and blood, appeared from the thick dust raised up, her poor body exuded the light of the healing technique, even so, the situation was still not very good.

The unnaturally hanging arms swayed back and forth. Jibril's image was even worse than before. Her messy hair, blood-stained body, and few torn clothes were mixed together. beggar.

"It's really uncomfortable to be pressed and beaten."

"Now I'm very angry."

Regardless of her image, the only thing that hasn't changed in Jibril's body is her killing intent and madness. Even now, she doesn't seem to have the idea of ​​surrendering or running away.

"so what."

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