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Chapter 1212

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Just as he was about to hit Belmord, a hand suddenly placed horizontally in front of the general's pink fist. A ball of dark flames was spinning at high speed in the palm. The general's punch landed on the ball of dark flames, and the Origin Energy of both sides continued to consume each other. In the end, he closed his palm and wrapped the general's fist in it. Belmord shrugged and said, "What a little pepper. I advise you not to move."

"Really? To be honest, you're an interesting guy, but now I have to knock you down. Perhaps after throwing you into prison, we can sit down and have a good chat. "The female general blinked.

"Thank you very much. I have no interest in a place like prison."

"That's not up to you." The female general suddenly loosened her legs around Belmord's waist. She quickly jumped on Belmord's body and flipped over in the air, kicking Belmord in the chin. The latter raised his head and kicked the general into the air. But taking advantage of this opportunity, the general grabbed Belmord's wrist tightly with both hands and used the inertia of the backward flip to lift him up and smash him heavily to the ground.

A shockwave spread out, and before Belmord could catch his breath, the female general had already sat on him with her legs apart. This posture was very ambiguous. If it was another time and place, Belmord might have enjoyed it quite a bit. However, the female general's legs were like steel, suppressing him to the point of being unable to move. She raised her hands and then punched down like rain. Belmord could only cross his hands and block the female general's quick punch.

In an instant, she didn't know how many punches she had thrown, but the female general's fist speed was still soaring. Seeing that it was about to reach its limit, a black flame bounced up from Belmord's body, brushing past her fist and drilling into the general's right eye. In the female general's line of sight, the black flames continued to rise. There seemed to be something sharp in the black flames that broke through the flames and shot towards her eyes.

She could no longer care about attacking Belmord. Her fists turned into palms and she pressed down on the ground, leaning back. A short blade stabbed out from the black flames, bringing with it a few strands of the general's hair. The general flipped backwards to the ground, only to see more black flames shooting towards him. Her hands and feet propped up on the ground at the same time, and she borrowed the force to retreat, dodging a few short blades that broke through the flames.

After a total of seven daggers missed their target, they drew different trajectories in the air and shot towards her. The female general kept dodging, and the daggers missed, stabbing into the ground or walls, exploding into black fireballs. After seven explosions, the female general was already more than ten meters away from Belmondra. This distance was enough for Belmond to stand up calmly and shake his numb arms. Then, he spread out his hands and black flames flew from beneath his feet and within his clothes.

Sharp blades of all shapes and sizes burst out of the black flames that danced in the air. The female general glanced at the weapons. There were spears, halberds, sabers, swords, and so on. There were a lot of them, and they were densely packed in the space around Belmond. Their bodies emitted black mist and flames from time to time, and all the tips of their blades were aimed at the Major General of the Federation.

"What the hell is this?" The female general frowned and asked.

Belmond smiled. "They are the Blade of Chaos, not some sh * t. How about it? Give it a try? " Without waiting for the general to reply, Belmond casually flicked his finger on a dagger beside him, and the dagger immediately whistled towards him.

The general snorted coldly and threw a simple punch, blocking the dagger. However, the moment of collision, the dagger exploded and turned into a ball of black flames. However, the black flames did not give her a high temperature. Instead, they were ice-cold. When she retracted her fist, she saw that her white fist was dyed with a light blue color. That seemingly beautiful color, but it gave her waves of chills. The general's Origin Energy rushed forward, dispelling the coldness, and the light blue on his fist dissipated by more than half.

At this moment, two more spears and one halberd flew over. The general didn't dare to be careless this time. Jade light shone brightly between her fists. She wrapped her fist with Origin Energy, forming a barrier and increasing the power of her fist. When the spear and halberd arrived, she bowed slightly, clenched her fists, and slid back with her stomach. After pulling away from the spear and halberd, the general's eyes shot out lightning. His fists struck three times at an extremely fast speed. The tip of his fist did not touch the Blade of Chaos. Only the Origin Energy ball of light wrapped around his fist formed a shockwave that exploded the two spears and halberd.

This time, the black flames of the explosion did not touch her.

"Well done, but I still have a lot more here. Can you take them all?" Belmond snapped his fingers, and all the Blades of Chaos buzzed and trembled. Then, they all shot over. The hundreds of different types of weapons dragged out black tails of flames and surged towards the general like a school of fish returning to the sea.

The terror of the Blade of Chaos did not lie in the sharpness of the mimic blades or the explosive flames. Instead, as long as they were cut or touched by the explosive flames, they would randomly form all kinds of negative energy pollution on the opponent's body. Those negative energy would form frostbite, burning, biological poison, neurotoxin, and other unfavorable elements, continuously weakening the opponent's combat strength and even will. In the end, they would fall into the abyss of chaos and never get up again.

The dense Blades of Chaos flew around the female general and attacked her. The general had already used both her fists and feet, but she was still occasionally scratched by the sharp blades and touched by the black flames. In just a moment, a variety of negative energy pollution had already appeared on her body, and these effects would intensify as time passed.

In Mirren's goggles, a fist that shot out lightning was expanding. The combat assistance function of the goggles quickly calculated the trajectory and landing point of the opponent's punch. Mirren quickly made a judgment and lightly floated back. He stuck to the wall behind him and moved strangely. As a result, the Federation Major General's fist could only smash into the wall in vain. A shockwave spread out, and the surrounding walls shook like ripples on water. Then, the metal twisted and shattered, and a large number of cables buried in the wall were torn apart, spraying out sparks. The general panted heavily and pulled his arm out of the wall. Seeing that Mirren still had the mood to observe the battle in other areas, he simply did not put him in his eyes. The general roared angrily and pounced towards Mirren. He opened his arms and wanted to hug him.

Only then did Mirren turn around. There was no expression on her face. Her eyes behind the goggles were calm. His body suddenly rose, causing the general to pounce on the air. Mirren took the opportunity to step on his shoulder and jump behind him. With a backflip in the air, Mirren raised her guns horizontally and pressed down on the trigger. The general hurriedly turned around and saw Mirren's pair of mimic pistols flickering with flames. Silver-white Origin Energy bullets almost covered the space in his upper body.

The general's pupils dilated, his arms blocking his head, face, and chest, activating a layer of Origin Energy barrier. The rain of bullets fell, first shattering the barrier, then smashing into the general's hand. The general's sleeves immediately shattered and flew, but the arms under the sleeves had a metallic luster. The Origin Energy bullets were nailed to his skin and could not enter an inch. At this moment, Mirren landed on the ground and smiled. The bullets nailed to the general's hand flickered, and the Origin Energy within them erupted into flames. A fireball immediately rose from the corridor.

The shockwave of the explosion pushed the general out. He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground. Looking at his black face and black hands, the general hatefully smashed his fist on the ground and got up again.

At this moment, a group of Iron Fist Legion and soldiers rushed towards Mirren.

The general attacked from the opposite direction at the same time.

A large amount of data flashed through Mirren's goggles. He first turned around and threw a pistol at the charging soldiers, then turned around and fired at the general with the remaining pistol. At the same time that the single gun suppressed the general, the mimic pistol that flew out opened fire on its own. The Origin Energy bullets swept through the group of soldiers a few times, instantly knocking them down and flying back into Mirren's hands.

Mirren's two guns collided, and the muzzle of the gun blazed with flames. A ball of silver-white light rapidly gathered and expanded. It was filled with terrifying energy that made people go crazy! The general had already pounced near Mirren, but when he saw this situation, he stopped in his tracks. Then, the ball of light expanded and spat out a dazzling silver-white pillar of light!

The pillar of light instantly arrived. The general crossed his hands to block the pillar of light, but he continued to push it backwards. The pillar of light became brighter and brighter. When the entire corridor was engulfed by the white light, an explosive sound rang out from the light, and the entire passageway began to tremble violently. The light shone for nearly three seconds before gradually dimming. Flames surged in the corridor, the walls of the passageway twisted and fell off, and even the ground was arched by the shockwaves. The corridor seemed to have been rubbed by the hands of a giant. Countless cables and steel were twisted together. One could imagine how intense the explosion just now was.

Horn looked in the direction of the explosion, then turned around and looked at Fendi, who was close at hand. "I didn't expect these two kids to be pretty good. Mirren is Windsor Bellow's adjutant. It's not surprising that she has this kind of strength. That young man named Belmore, I remember that he used to be a mercenary, but I didn't expect him to have the strength to rival a Major General of the Federation. Oh, you probably don't know, but he's one of Allen's subordinates. "

Fendi narrowed her eyes. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to say that the times always roll forward. People like you, like me, will always be left behind by the ever advancing age. Originally, I planned to gradually fade out of sight like this. Unfortunately, because of your actions, I had to stand up again. "Horn shook his head." This is a little different from the retirement I imagined. "

"I think this is good. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the chance to see Mr. Horn's Qiu Yan."

Horn looked at his saber and said indifferently, "Then are you going to stand at such a close distance to receive my saber?"

"Can't I?"

"Yes, as long as you can catch it …"

Without any warning, Fendi didn't even see Horn move. Suddenly, a golden ray of light lay between the two of them. The ray of light that was like an autumn sun grew stronger and stronger in Fendi's eyes. The latter shouted loudly and used all his strength to raise his head before the ray of light touched him.

A breeze blew past, and a few drops of blood drifted in the air. At this moment, time seemed to stand still. The few drops of blood suddenly split apart in the middle and then shattered into countless particles. When all of this fell into Fendi's eyes, there was only a small cloud of blood mist in the air.

He touched his cheek, where there was originally nothing on his face. Then a thin red line appeared, and the blood that rolled out of the wound dyed Fendi's hand red. At this moment, he saw that Horn had already raised his hand and Qiu Yan was pointing at him.

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