Smier wiped the blood from his face, and the blood beads mixed with sweat flowed along the gullies on his face. His pale face looked even colder and terrifying. He glanced at the Ridder Man, who also stared at him.

Both seemed to have formed a tacit understanding, and neither of them regarded each other as the target of the battle.

The white hat in the melee wanted to break this tacit understanding and shouted at the riddle man behind him:

"Yogma, what are you watching? Kill him!"

The riddle man turned a deaf ear and still had no intention of trying to do it.

At this time, the White Hat was about to get rid of the entanglement of the guards, but the worst thing was that the bandit King and Lu Feng were controlled in the battle just now and also launched an attack on the White Hat.

There are too many enemies, and the White Hat seems overwhelmed. During the fierce battle, the White Hat must be guarded against the shotgun used by the bandits. The bullets loaded inside are filled with fragments of the Hailou Stone. If they are hit, they will cause considerable damage.

Gong Ping coughed lightly and asked:

"Yogma, are you still not going to do it now?"

"Don't be so anxious, I'm a very trustworthy person." The Ridder man stood on the scepter with his hands and said quietly.

"I really doubt this is a riddle." Gong Ping replied lightly.

The bandit king shot at the top hat, and the shotgun spread forward a terrifying arc impact. The dazzling light mixed with the fragments of the sea tower stone roared out, as if the abyss beast opened its fangs and burst out with a heart-wrenching roar. The top hat reacted quickly and immediately grabbed a guard who was surrounding him out of thin air, and then used his body to block the attack on the enemy.

With a loud bang, the person who was thrown by him was immediately filled with sea tower stone fragments when he touched the barrage. The explosion produced strong fluctuations. The strong impact force instantly tore him to pieces, splitting and blood and bones collapsed.

The white hat was a little surprised by the power of the shotgun. It was at this moment when he was hesitating that he keenly felt a strong wind rising behind him. Then he felt a strong sense of oppression and ruthlessly blasting down his back. He wanted to avoid it but could no longer do it.

At this moment, the white hat's hands suddenly stretched forward and made a move similar to grabbing and pinching the air.

"Rooming arms!"

The white hat shouted loudly, and his hands actually pinched the air out of thin air, causing two powerful turbulent streams to form two powerful turbulent streams, one left and one right at the same time. A second before Lu Feng's huge battle axe was about to bombard his head from behind, these two huge turbulent streams actually produced a strong impact force at the same time, and at the same time it burst out with amazing power, bounced the huge battle axe directly out.

At the same time, the white hat suddenly noticed two crisp sounds from under his feet, as if some fruit suddenly fell from the ground from a high altitude. When I looked carefully, I found that there were two extra grenades under my feet at some point.

It turned out that after the bandit king fired a shotgun, he used the opportunity to replace bullets to quickly throw two grenades under his feet. The two grenades rolled down to the feet of the white hat. The leads on it were shrinking at an extremely fast speed, and it could be ignited at any time. At this time, the bandit king's face had an instinctive smile, and the leads burned faster and faster.

The top hat finally couldn't stop the ignition of the grenade. There was only a roar. Although the top hat created air flow again in time to resist, it was still bombarded by the explosion.

"Hehehehe..."

Smier stood on the experimental bench and smiled grimly. He did not participate in the battle again this time, but kept drawing something out of thin air with his hands. He knew that the Ridder must be considering his plan, and he also wanted to use his battle with the top hat to take the opportunity to observe Smier's ability.

Instead of continuing to show his ability to die playing cards, Smier continued to use evil to attract and control the enemies on the scene, as if he was an elegant conductor at a concert, with fingers dancing, these manipulated puppets offering a wonderful feast through their slaughter and madness.

Smier and the Ridder man stared for a long time and suddenly spoke:

"Hey... you like guessing riddles very much, right? But haven't you discovered that I'm not a riddle?"

The expression on the Ridder's face became a little excited. It seemed that as long as the word Ridder was mentioned, he would immediately feel his blood veins all over his body, and he seemed to have been transformed, full of happiness and pleasure. This strong emotion was even about to emerge and burst out from his body unstoppable.

He held the question mark crutch tightly with his hands, and bloodshots appeared in his eyes, but his eyes with Smair did not end, as if the two were fighting in another way.

The riddle man stared at Smair tightly, his brain was still rotating rapidly. He was thinking about Smair's words, but his mind was constantly repeating countless crappy riddles he had thought about before. All of this was like a collision of electric currents, full of the joy of unknowns and exploration.

Suddenly, the riddle man felt a thought flashing like an electric shock in his mind, and he realized something:

"Oh, I understand, so that's the case! You're for Caesar!"

"Since you have guessed it, why not stop it?" the clown asked with a grim smile.

"The answer is simple, because you and I like chaos!" the riddleman smiled.

"Hehehehe..." Smer smiled again.

At this time, the white hat had just suffered a severe blow and his legs began to bleed, which made him quickly realize that he should not continue to retain his strength.

The White Hat originally wanted to use his real power when he was confronting the damn clown on the lab, without the need to consume his power too much before, but now it seems that his idea is almost impossible to achieve.

Although the bandit king has been manipulated, he is fighting according to his own experience and instinct, so the attack method is still very tricky and cruel. Lu Feng is the same. With his strong physical advantage, he launched an attack without any defense. While enduring the indiscriminate damage from the bandit king, he continued to launch a violent attack against the white hat.

As another wave of attacks came, Lu Feng swung his battle axe and slashed down, and the bandit king fired again, preparing to shoot through Lu Feng's arm with one shot, killing the white hat in a dead corner behind Lu Feng.

At the critical moment, the white hat suddenly threw its hat away, hunched its hands and ten fingers, a blazing light burst out from its pupils, and blue veins on its forehead swelled up.

"The sand prison explodes!"

The white top hat used a move, crossed his hands and clasped them together, and two visible tear lines intertwined out of thin air. Then the white top hat had the same hands as the other two lines rose up again.

In an instant, a sandstorm roaring suddenly appeared in the sealed basement. The white hat violently tore the air through the power of grabbing the fruits, creating a terrifying and fierce chaotic stream. The sand chips and stone particles in the room soared into the sky, and the storm that was turbulent like raging waves instantly swallowed Lu Feng and the bandits, and their attacks were also annihilated in this terrifying attack.

The sharp roar made everyone in the basement almost tear apart. Although Smer covered his ears in time, he was still shocked and his laughter became even sharper.

"Hahahahaha... It seems you can't help it..."

Buckling returned to her normal gesture, with long hair floating, glaring at Smyr.

Smyr's crazy laughter seemed particularly harsh at this moment.

An empty circular area was formed around Buckling, and the guards fell to the ground in a twist, almost all seriously injured. Lu Feng and the bandits, who were closest to Buckling, had been pulled into pieces of meat, and half of the bandits' head was still circled on the ground.

"You disgusting clown, cherish your last laughter!"

Buckling said, making another attack gesture, apparently his target this time was Smiel on the lab.

Smer looked at Bucklen with a grim smile, his hands bent forward, and each finger was also curved, as if something was hooked with fingertips.

"Hahaha, if you're about to die, this is indeed the last laugh you can hear." Smier said with a smile.

Buckling frowned slightly. He looked around and saw nothing unusual. It was just that the guards who had been knocked away by him had fallen far away in every corner of the room. They were very far apart from each other, but strangely, these guys obviously had the power to move, but did not launch another attack, but were moving towards the outside of the room.

What the hell is this damn clown trying to do?
Chapter completed!