"Paul, what is this?"
Abel roared angrily, then held the Beast Sword in his hand, and then slashed fiercely at the Tartatam in front of him.
clang.
The huge sound was deafening, but the terrifying counterattack made Abel retreat again and again, and the Jaguar's mouth was numb.
This terrifying sword only cut a small gap in the Tartatam.
Abel saw that there was a gap in the Tartatam, so he slashed with his sword again.
clang clang clang…
There was another roar, and there were many small gaps above the Tartatam, but at this time Abel's Jaguar's mouth was already dripping with blood.
The entire house, under Abel's desperate slashing, kept shaking.
Paul stood in the yard, looking at the constantly shaking house, listening to Abel's roar, his face became a little unbearable.
At this time, Mr. Darion's figure slowly appeared and stood beside Paul.
"Mr. Darion, we are…"
Paul didn't understand what Mr. Darion was doing and why he wanted to arrest Abel.
"Don't let him out without my order…"
Mr. Darion didn't explain, and after letting down a sentence coldly, he turned around and left.
Paul sighed and finally turned around and left here.
At this time, Abel was still slashing desperately, even if his mouth was full of blood, he did not give up.
In the end, the spiritual power in Abel's body was completely depleted, he could no longer slash a sword, and Abel slumped on the ground.
"why why…"
Abel roared, he wanted to know why this was, why he locked himself up.
Just when Abel was very depressed, he suddenly remembered that he still had the Auraankun Circle, a time-space magic tool that could allow him to escape from here.
Abel hurriedly took out the Auraankun circle from the storage ring and hurriedly threw it in the air.
But the space-time black hole did not appear, and the Auraankun circle fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"This… this forbidden power, even this time-space magic tool can't be used…"
Abel sat down again helplessly, his face depressed.
……
Inside the Katro Bangrove Alliance.
In the first place above the hall, a looming person was sitting there, and this person exuded a terrifying murderous aura.
On both sides of the hall, there are more than a dozen people wearing black robes, and these people all hide themselves under black robes.
Because of the black robes, the faces of these people could not be seen. There was a circular pattern in the middle of the black robes worn by these people, and these patterns were distinguished by color.
Some black robes are bronze in the middle, some are silver-gray, and some are golden yellow. Each color represents the different strength and status of the black robes.
"Where did the trash from Busila go?"
Almighty, sitting on the Lord's seat, asked coldly.
"Ruthel, Crupta went to Delolia Island, he should be looking for help…"
A black gold robe said respectfully.
"Hmph, at the last moment of this waste, I can see the doorway."
Ruthel snorted coldly: "Now you have to speed up the creation of masters. We need a stronger spokesperson in the martial arts world. As for this mountain of blessing, we are giving him a chance…"
"Understood…"
The black gold robe nodded.
After a wave of fluctuations, the terrifying murderous aura disappeared, and the almighty also left.
When Ruthel left, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
"Did you hear what the great master said?"
Mujil looked at everyone and asked coldly.
"Listen clearly…"
The other men in black robes answered in unison.
Then the black gold robe looked at a black copper robe and said, "You stay in the Martial Arts Alliance, you have to assist Crupta, and create some more masters…"
"Subordinates obey…"
The black copper robe said in a hoarse voice.
Soon, all the people in black robes left, leaving only the black copper robe standing in the hall.
The black copper robe slowly took off his black robe, revealing a fair and delicate face.
If Abel saw this person, he would definitely be surprised.
To be continued....
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