"The Twelve Purple Gold Gods, Alfred Martin Kate Strauss."

Mi Nuonuo has insufficient confidence in the virus and the Twelve Purple Gold God of War is a title that only the most powerful people recognized throughout the world. Alfred has been using medicine and special prayer techniques since he was born. He began to receive the most rigorous training when he was young. He has done it with mercenaries, killers, and pirates. At a young age, his hands are covered with blood. Now he has a noble status in many European countries. His family has also successfully trained a Purple Gold God of War and has risen strongly.

Zhang Shidong knew that the Twelve Purple Gold War Gods had long dissipated with the rapid increase of his true energy. He was once chased like a dog that was strayed from a family, but now, as long as he wants, he can pull down one at any time.

Mi Nuonuo's worries are reasonable. The four people can only trap Alfred in the limited area. If they want to get close, these four people will be seriously injured and can barely cause damage to them. If they want to truly keep the other party, there is still a gap between the four people.

Ma Er is like a person who loves to watch the fun. He stands on the edge of the parking lot, stretches his neck, looks around, looking for the scene of the battle.

Bang!

A figure hit him directly from the air. Ma Er rolled his eyes and spurted out blood. He fainted. The virus looked at Ma Er who fainted and shook his head: "Second Master, I will compensate you."

Without one person's siege, he was defeated by Alfred in an instant. If Zhan Xiong and Mi Nuonuo could fight him, they wouldn't have to run far to the Northeast. The comprehensive strength of the three viruses is good, the team's cooperation is good, and the miscellaneous things can be played. Alfred is purely an excellent warrior with a great force. All the training he received since childhood was for battle. Some of them are like the mysterious pills obtained by Zhang Shidong. Everything related to battle is transformed, and the battle has nothing to do with battle is maintained.

"Oh, my dear goddess, the beautiful roses are not enough to represent you, but please accept my feelings that are not far away. I will always hold you in my hand and always let you bloom gorgeously like this beautiful rose." Alfred held a blue rose in the corner of his mouth, with a relaxed expression on his face, full of emotion, looking at Mi Nuonuo affectionately, as if waiting for her answer.

The three viruses were about to rush up. Zhang Shidong scratched his head, held two grenades in his hand, and looked at Alfred, who was poetic, and asked, "You said, we are fully armed, how likely is it to keep you?"

Alfred's expression froze: "When did China, have it become so crazy?"

China is a rigorous country, with guns and martial arts bans, and when will weapons become so casual?

Zhang Shidong twisted his head and sighed: "Okay, I'll have fun with you today. It won't be too entangled." When the grenade was thrown, Mi Nuonuo grabbed it in his hand, his eyes lit up, looking forward to seeing Zhang Shidong's true strength. How strong is he? The twelve purple gold gods will be able to find out the bottom limit.

Five seconds later, Mi Nuonuo was stunned.

The ones below don’t go up and the ones above don’t come down. Both of them are holding their hands behind their backs, as if they are bullying you when they do it first, waiting for the other party to take action first. As a result, neither of them moves, and they are waiting for the other party to move, and the picture is frozen.

Mi Nuonuo walked directly into the Dream Hall, moved a chair, carried a plate of Ma Er's freshly washed fruit, and nestled in the chair, enjoying the warm and majestic night. Ma Er immediately lit a huge mosquito coil at the door to drive away mosquitoes to the greatest extent possible.

"Don't worry, you two pretend to be smooth and see who can pretend to be smooth in the end will be the winner."

Still unmoved, the solemn expression on Alfred's face became stronger and stronger. On Zhang Shidong, he realized the danger and could die at any time.

"Damn, I forgot that there was a football match for a while, Xiao De, I will get you in three minutes."

Zhang Shidong moved first, and his body pedaled continuously on the wall, rushed to the roof and met Alfred up and down. On one side, he was waiting for his leisure, and on the other side, when the old power had just used all his new power before he was born.

There is no fairness or unfairness in life and death. If you can force the other party to treat you with unfairness, that is also your ability.

Bang!

The first move of the meat fist was against the meat fist. Both sides used resistance. When Alfred saw the smile on the corner of Zhang Shidong's mouth, it was too late to change his moves, so he could only fight Zhang Shidong head-on.

In three minutes, Zhang Shidong really said that it was long. The opportunity was only for a moment when the masters were duel, and the winner was only for a moment. The so-called even force was only relative. If you have a strong fist, his legs were strong. But the first shot was a fist. Two people with similar strengths might also decide the winner in an instant.

With a punch, Alfred groaned, his face changed, and his body paused in the air, and he lost control directly. He fell from the edge of the roof of the Dream Hall. His body only recovered from control after two meters. His hands shook, and a light flashed from his sleeve. He laid on the wall of the Dream Hall, sparks popped up, and a stabbing sword left a less obvious scratch on the wall. The little resistance made his body find balance. He rolled in the air, choked back two steps when his feet landed on the ground, raised his head, and raised his body again to welcome Zhang Shidong who was also falling down.

This time, Alfred chose to use a weapon instead of bare hands.

Zhang Shidong's golden needle collided with Alfred's sting sword, and the sword bent to the tip of the sword and pressed to the hilt. Zhang Shidong took the opportunity to block the sword. The opponent blocked it with his arm. With a click, Alfred's face changed drastically. He kept backwards and hit the wall with his back frowned. He frowned and then blocked Zhang Shidong's side kick. As a professional soldier, he could clearly sense the shattering of the hand bones and the shattering of the forearm. When he looked at Zhang Shidong, there was more fear and a hint of fear.

So strong, really strong.

Although Alfred is not a powerful war god, he is not very weak in absolute power and explosive power. He has ever encountered the strongest power of the Purple Gold War God. Even that person did not lose his resistance when he first came into contact with him.

Is such a power still human?

Losing an arm, Alfred did not retreat. The left-hand sword attacked Zhang Shidong's eyebrows at a strange angle and speed. Along with the left-hand sword, Alfred's eyes were judging blood red, and the speed increased instantly. The arm that had been temporarily destroyed suddenly clenched its fist, and another stabbing sword shook out from the sleeve. With both hands and swords, under the moonlight, silver light spread throughout the area, completely wrapping Zhang Shidong.

"weak."

Along with a weak sound, silver light stopped, Alfred's eyes were filled with surprise, looking at the stabbing sword that had penetrated the opponent's body but was suddenly stopped by powerful forces, and punched.

Alfred not only vomited blood, but also the bitter water and food residue in his abdomen, and Zhang Shidong punched him in the abdomen. The man flew backwards. While flying out, he vomited a lot and hit the wall of the Dream Hall. With a bang, he returned with a recoil and fainted.

Two sting swords were easily pulled down by Zhang Shidong, and the silver needle was stabbed in the wound. The strength of the Purple Gold God of War was not blown out. He was far less relaxed than he seemed on the surface. If the speed of the fist could keep up, Alfred's sting sword could cause greater damage.

Mi Nuonuo stood next to Zhang Shidong at the right time and helped him into the Dream Hall.

"Tie it up, throw it out, Ma Er, I'll leave it to you. Why don't I teach you?" Before entering the Dream Hall, Zhang Shidong threw a sentence. Suddenly, the three of the viruses were intrigued. Even the silent war bear's eyes lit up. The eyes of the four people looking at Ma Er made him a little scared, and they bowed to the four people and said, "Brothers, please say anything, I will follow the orders of all the brothers."

Peacock walked to Ma Er's side and patted him on the shoulder: "You are very good, Er Master, have a future."

Ma Er laughed and said, "Master Que, don't bury me, how to do it? Please give me a charter."

The four of them looked at each other, and their eyes showed an extremely evil light. They approached Ma Er and each expressed their opinions. While hearing Ma Er's eyes were full of brilliance, they were also a little nervous. It turned out that these guys were much more shameless than themselves, and they would never provoke them in the future.

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When Alfred regained consciousness, his body tensed up instantly, his eyes didn't open and his ears moved first, and he felt a chill on his body. Some bad feeling arises. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his body was completely unable to move, and his body felt cool.

On the square turntable where you left the city, there was a naked blonde man tied to the stone statue in the center. He wrote two words on his chest, stupid! Pussy!

At the intersection where there were not many people in the city, there were only a few large trucks and a small market that extended to dirt roads on weekdays. But today, nearly a thousand people stood in the square, and dozens of cars were parked by the surrounding roads, which made the entire area seriously congested.

Alfred closed his eyes immediately after opening his eyes. The noisy sounds in his ears gathered together. He had never been so humiliated before. He wanted to roar, but the feeling of powerlessness from the limbs made him know that all the joints had been removed.

Close your eyes and listen to the comments. Alfred's Chinese is very good. He wanted to understand it himself, but found that it was impossible. He could only calm down and try to remain calm. He slowly twisted his body. He borrowed the hardness of the stone statue behind him, and leaned backwards and his right arm was dislocated to recover...
Chapter completed!