"Hmph! Thirty years ago you didn't leave me in the Siberian jungle. Thirty years later today, with these trash fish, you can't even think of keeping me!"
Glancing at several of Nicholas Batu's men in front of him, Mislow sneered.
"Really? Thirty years ago, if you hadn't been alert, you would have become a dead soul under my command. Today, thirty years later, you are not as lucky as before! With a seriously injured body, I want to see what your old body can do.
What kind of waves are coming out!"
Nicholas Batu saw Mislow sneer, and a look of ridicule appeared on his face.
The two of them are each the head of a large family. They have fought countless rounds over the years for the development of the family, and there has been constant friction during this period.
Thirty years ago, Mislow went deep into the hinterland of Siberia, and after receiving the news, Nicholas Batu led his men to besiege the Tunguska area, and was almost besieged and killed.
Today, thirty years later, the plot repeats itself.
"I can't kill everyone, but I guess I can kill you!"
As he spoke, Mislow's aura suddenly increased a lot. If it weren't for the slightest trace of blood on the corners of his lips, no one would have been able to tell that he was seriously injured.
"Do you find it interesting to show off your rhetoric?"
Nicolas Bartle sneered.
"You have the advantage of talking, it seems you are talking nonsense here, right? If you want to fight, fight, I don't have much time to chat with you here!"
"In that case, don't blame my old friend for killing him, go ahead!"
With a roar, Nicholas Batu shook his fists, and with all the momentum in his body, he turned over fiercely and pounced on Mislow, who was falling on the opposite side.
At the same time, several men from the wolf clan nearby also rushed forward collectively, trying to kill Mislo here.
"A bunch of rats and snakes, I've been running around Europe for decades, I don't believe I can fall into your hands."
With a cold shout, Mislow forced himself to suppress his injuries and circulated his body's energy. Purple blood spread throughout his body, and a layer of purple light sprouted all over his body, just like the Eastern Gang Qi.
Nicholas Batu, who was the first to rush forward, was full of momentum. When he got close to Mislow, his fists were directly clawed at him.
If this is true, even if Mislow has an indestructible body, he will probably be disembowelled!
"Still the same old routine, you haven't made any progress in these years!"
Facing the opponent's heart-wrenching blow from the black tiger, Mislow sneered, stepped forward to block it with both hands, and then rushed forward again, colliding with the opponent.
Almost at the same time, the two became entangled in each other like lightning.
For a moment, the main space of the film was filled with the sound of two people clashing with each other, making a sound like cracking rocks.
The men of the wolf tribe wanted to step forward, but they couldn't join the battle group at all. Instead, they were knocked away by the violent shock waves of the two men several times, and they fell to the surrounding rocks one by one.
All kinds of meat and vegetables.
"Mislow, you are looking for death. Have you forgotten that here, Yuanli cannot be used for a long time. I am using my own brute strength. In the end, you will only die!"
There was a sudden exchange of fists, and the two distanced themselves again.
This time, not only did Mislow's clothes look a little torn, but Nicholas Batu also didn't get any benefits.
Even though Mithlo was injured, his combat power was still there, and he was not at the end of his rope.
Its burst of lethality cannot be stopped casually.
Even Nicholas Batu, the wolf leader of the wolf clan who claims to have infinite self-healing, after enduring this violent attack, his body was dripping with blood, with traces of blood seeping out.
However, this injury is not serious. Under the naked eye, the wounds all over his body are slowly healing.
"Really? Maybe you have forgotten where this place is! This is the ancestral tomb of my Atlantis family. All the curses here only target outsiders. For me, nothing you say has any effect!
"
Mislow pulled his lips slightly and stared at Nicholas Batu with a pair of purple eyes flashing. From the beginning, he could see through the other person's thoughts.
The wolves naturally have a huge advantage in terms of physical fitness, but they are lackluster in terms of skills.
The latter wanted to use the power of the curse in Poseidon's treasure to force himself to exhaust the energy in his body and carry out the killing.
If it were someone else, he might have succeeded, but it's a pity that this place is his Mislo tribe!
All these curses directed at outsiders would have no effect on him.
"I asked you, old man, how come you are still able to fight for so long after a hard fight with me? I never thought there would be such a hurdle."
Nicholas Batu's eyebrows narrowed tightly, and his expression looked a little unhappy.
"Surprised you? Maybe, you will be even more surprised if I mention your dog's head later!"
"Haha... after hearing your tone, you still want to kill me? Don't you think this is a fantasy?"
"I think I can give it a try?"
Rubbing his arms, Mislow looked confident and calm.
"Just the way you are now?"
"It's just who I am now!"
"Then I'll kill you first!"
Seemingly irritated by Mislow's unfazed and arrogant attitude, Nicholas Batu flew into a rage, pulling out a huge afterimage in the air and falling directly from the sky. He opened his hands as if he wanted to tear Mislow alive.
"Purple blood big hand seal!"
At this moment, a huge purple handprint suddenly condensed on the originally calm Mislow's hand, and layers of light waves emerged from his white palm. Then he stepped forward with both feet and roared directly into the air.
Nicholas Bartle printed over.
"You still used this trick after all, but it's a pity that it's useless to me."
In the air, Nicholas Batu flashed and disappeared without a trace, and the purple-blooded handprint that Mislow punched was printed directly on the empty space.
However, in the face of this situation, he seemed to have expected it. While printing this handprint in the air, his figure followed suit, and he actually sensed the direction in which Nicholas was dodging.
Another thick purple blood handprint was printed, and with a "wave" sound, this time, Nicholas Batu, who had just fallen, received a real blow on the back.
Before he could stand still, he groaned and his expression suddenly changed.
"You...you are not doing the Purple Blood Hand Seal. You...what are you doing?"
Nicholas Batu was extremely horrified at this moment. He didn't expect that Mislow's current speed was even faster than him. What frightened him even more was that this blow looked like the imprint of the big purple-blood handprint. After entering his body,
In addition to the previous collision, seven more forceful blows were driven into his body.
From the outside, he did not appear to have suffered any injuries, but his internal organs were subjected to a series of bombardments.
A mouthful of blood rushed directly to his throat, and he swallowed it in one gulp.
Not daring to show any signs of neglect, he used his own energy crazily to speed up the recovery of his injuries.
