Fatty was the closest, and most of the attacks from the dead warriors were blocked by the three experts behind him, but blood and mud still splashed onto Ederick's plate. Looking at the small piece of steak left, Fatty said with heartache, "It's rare to have some appetite. Now it's all gone. Hey, what are the three of you still standing there for? Hurry up and kill him. "
Among the three of them, the tall black man in the middle seemed to be the leader. The blonde man and the long-haired woman on both sides saw him make a gesture and flashed out, opening up a formation to surround Valhinian. The three of them had only recently advanced. The black man was Level 27, and the other two were Level 26. According to the standards of the Federation's military headquarters, he had already touched the threshold of a major general. However, these three people were definitely not registered in the military. They were experts that Ederick had netted from the surface.
When he first arrived at Fatty's side, he was only at the level of a field officer. Fatty had spent a lot of money on them over the years, and there were a lot of potions and equipment. It took them three years to pile up the strength of a major general. With three bodyguards with the strength of a major general, Ederick's butt was even more stable. Old Baker also took a fancy to Fatty's secret force, so he didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money to bribe Ederick. Unexpectedly, he still overturned the ship in the gutter.
Ederick looked stupid, but the abacus in his heart was louder than anyone else. In fact, before the fatty came here, he had already made up his mind to stop and watch. If Horn couldn't eat Old Baker, he didn't mind doing a favor and selling Horn, the Patriarch. However, Tyre was actually a hidden chess piece of Horn, so it wasn't simple. Not to mention that Horn was a Legendary expert himself, with the addition of Tyre's power, even if he and Old Baker joined forces, most of them would still suffer.
Fatty's combat strength was sloppy, but his sense of touch was first-rate. Coupled with Tyre's words forcing him to express his stance, he immediately made a huge turn and completely stood on Horn's side. Of course, he knew that Horn wasn't someone who could be fooled so easily. When he teased Anna just now, Horn's killing intent had already appeared when he bent his fingers to knock on the table. He must have seen the calculation in his heart from his bad intentions towards Anna. Now that Old Baker had set up a trump card to kill him, Fatty was happy to use his actions to show his loyalty, so that he could melt away that small thorn just now.
Old Baker shouted, "Don't worry about the fat pigs and the others. Don't worry about them. Hurry up and save me!"
Valhinian spoke, his voice low and wide, "My duty is to kill, not save."
Old Baker was stunned. He remembered that when he borrowed people from General Eliphant, he had indeed specified that he wanted someone who could kill Horn. But he didn't expect this guy to be so stubborn and still insist on killing Horn in this situation. He was really ridiculously stupid. But suddenly, his hands and feet turned cold. Originally, it was his intention to kill Horn, but now that Valhinian insisted on killing Horn, his motive was interesting.
In other words, apart from him, Eliphant also wanted Horn to die. On a deeper level, the general probably wouldn't be able to borrow a fierce person who could suppress Horn. This Valhinian was probably sent over by someone above Eliphant. When Old Baker thought of this, he didn't want to think any further. Firstly, the water within the Federation was muddy and deep, and the internal relationships were complicated. It was definitely not as simple as the old and new parties on the surface. Secondly, Lightning had already borrowed more than a million volts of electric current from the entire clubhouse, condensing an electric knife between his palms and swiping it at his neck. How could he have time to think about it?
Old Baker was as fierce as a winter wolf and as cunning as a snow fox. Seeing that the situation was not right, purple flames rose from his hands and danced out of large balls of flames. They flew like clusters of flowers and continuously slapped the lightning saber that was condensed into half of the lightning and gradually turned from blue to green in color. As soon as he stopped the saber, he did not continue to fight. With a strange cry, he flew backwards into the room where Tyre and the other dead warriors rushed out. The Lightning Azure Lightning Palm Saber cut through the purple flames and chased after him calmly. Unexpectedly, a few people suddenly flew out of the door. It was a few members of the clubhouse who were watching the fun who threw Old Baker to stop the enemy. Lightning snorted and passed through the crowd like a fish. If Tyre hadn't shown that he was Horn's man, he wouldn't have been so easy to get along with. How could he be so easy to talk to? He would just cleave the lightning saber and settle the matter.
Watching Old Baker and Lightning disappear, Anna looked at Horn. The latter shook his head and said, "It's fine. Lightning has served Old Baker for so many years. He knows better than anyone what the old man thinks. If Old Baker follows the evacuation route he has set, he will really capsize in the gutter. You have to know that those routes were originally planned by Lightning. How could he not know? "
"But he's Old Baker after all." Anna reminded.
Horn said leisurely, "The butcher is old, but it's this one who's hard to deal with."
He looked at Valhinian.
The three people surrounding the expert finally moved.
The black man in the middle raised his voice, and his Qi surged like a flood. The Origin Energy flames were domineering and noisy, and the spring tide surged into the black man's hands, condensing into a simple and unchanging greatsword. The black man raised his sword and attacked Valhinian from the front with a standard slash.
The expert who had always been wearing sunglasses said indifferently, "Is this level worthy of playing with this Origin Energy Mimicry?"
He casually raised his hand, stretched his fingers, and lightly placed them on the edge of the Origin Energy Greatsword. The black man's majestic sword could no longer be swung down. The expert that Ederick had piled up with money shouted for the second time. His chest bulged and his clothes exploded. His aura spread out, and the sound of rolling thunder rang out in the surroundings. The Origin Energy Greatsword suddenly lit up, and the sword tip sank by three points.
Valhinian remained expressionless.
The blonde man arrived behind the target like a ghost. His hands were wrapped in a ball of howling cold air and he heavily patted Valhinian's back. Just as he was secretly celebrating his success, he suddenly heard the long-haired woman scream, "Be careful."
Valhinian raised his right leg backwards, both fast and fierce. Fortunately, his companion warned him, and the blonde man supported Valhinian's back with both palms in time. Not only did he borrow the strength to move backwards, but he also injected both hands of cold energy into the target's body.
Valhinian's foot missed.
The blonde man secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his chest felt a sharp pain, and his eyes were dyed red by the blood mist. However, there was a bloody groove in front of his chest for no reason, and he was about to be slashed by a sharp sword. Only then did he realize that the man's kick was so powerful.
Valhinian injured his enemy with a kick and exerted force with his five fingers. The black expert's pupils suddenly narrowed. He watched in disbelief as the Origin Energy sword in his hand shattered inch by inch and continued to explode. Valhinian arched his shoulder and smashed into his chest. The black man heard the bones in his chest explode, and his entire body flew backwards, falling beside Ederick. Half of his chest collapsed, but he was still a ferocious man with the general's combat strength, so he didn't die for a while.
Seeing that the expert he had piled up with a lot of money had been knocked down in three or two moves, Ederick's face turned red, white, and red before he finally choked out a sentence, "Trash."
The remaining long-haired woman continued to swim around Valhinian. His hands trembled like crazy, looking like those primitive tribes dancing a sacrificial dance to the gods. However, in reality, strands of Origin Energy threads were constantly ejected from his ten fingers to wrap around Valhinian.
This woman was like a female spider weaving a cocoon, circling around Valhinian countless times. Seeing that the cocoon was about to form, she wanted to strangle this target in one go. Valhinian shook his head and said, "It's not as good as that big man's sword. A woman is a woman."
The contempt in his words was revealed.
He flicked his hand and flicked his index finger. At first, there was only a light tremor in the surroundings, and then the explosive sound spread out layer by layer, causing an ear-piercing noise to resound in the hall. The long-haired woman, who was at least ten steps away from Valhinian, suddenly spat out blood and fell to the floor a few meters away, unable to get up for a moment.
Only a few people could see clearly that it was Valhinian who had grabbed one of the woman's threads of Origin Energy and used his own Origin Energy to break through the enemy.
At this point, all three of Ederick's experts were seriously injured, causing the fatty to feel greatly ashamed.
Tyre, who was beside him, sighed miserably and wanted to stand up. Unexpectedly, Horn turned his crutch and shook his head, "Sit down. You're not a match for him."
The legendary expert finally faced the mysterious killer head-on. Horn smiled and said, "Old Baker can't invite an expert like you. I'm curious, who wants my life more than him?"
"I don't know." Valhinian cherished his words like gold.
"I don't know or not?"
"Is there a difference?"
Horn nodded, "That's true, but can you kill me?"
"I don't know." It was still Mu Na's answer, but this time he added, "I want to try."
Valhinian raised his hands, and his enormous aura rose steadily. The hall continued to tremble, and many lights and windows exploded one by one. The Origin Energy in the entire hall surged like a tide, forming a terrifying vortex with Valhinian as the center!
"Damn it, Jin Fan can't be saved." Tyre cried out in pain, as if his flesh was being cut.
Ederick finally left the dining table and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He smiled bitterly and said, "These days, the Admiral has become a killer. Damn it, who is so generous that I want to raise a general as a bodyguard? "
Exploding Head curled his lips and said, "You can afford it?"
The fatty said bitterly, "Nonsense, of course I can't afford it."
On the other side, Valhinian charged head-on. The Origin Energy torrent twisted together like hemp ropes and converged into a storm at the tip of his fist along Valhinian's arm. In the blink of an eye, Valhinian rushed in front of Horn and threw the storm towards the Legend rank expert in front of him.
Horn's walking stick bounced up, and the end of the stick stabbed into the storm.
As if an inflated balloon had been pierced by a needle, the storm's strength poured out in all directions.
Horn stood like a reef.
No matter how monstrous the flames were, they had to part in front of him.
The east and west walls of the hall trembled and shattered. The gravel was ground back and forth by the Qi, turning into dust. A good hall, there were two more holes in it, and one could see the colorful lights in the gambling city outside.
The Golden Sail Club was about to fall.
Valhinian retracted his fist and retreated, watching Horn's walking stick explode into pieces. In the end, only the handle and half of the walking stick remained. At that time, Murphy used all her strength, but she couldn't even test Horn's depth. Today, Valhinian had smashed Horn's walking stick, which had been in his hand for decades, with a single punch. It was already very impressive.
Horn's hand trembled slightly, and the remaining half of the staff burst apart, revealing a snow-white broken blade the length of a palm.
Looking at the broken blade, Valhinian said slowly, "I heard that Sir Horn has a famous saber in his hand. Could it be this one?"
Horn nodded cheerfully, "Qiu Yan hasn't been born for many years."
Since he was born, he was bound to see blood.
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