"what…"
Suddenly, a member of the Law Enforcement Pavilion screamed, and then Togrel saw countless insects, ants, snakes and rats crawling into the yard at a high speed, and the scalps of those who watched closely were numb.
Wherever these things passed, no grass grew, and even the walls collapsed in an instant.
"Shoot, shoot…"
Seeing this, Togrel could only command loudly.
bang bang bang…
With the sound of gunshots, the first few people in Melam could not be hit at all. At this time, the few people were wrapped in black gas and lost their targets. These snipers could only shoot randomly.
Seeing those insects and ants getting closer and closer, Togrel held a dagger in his hand, his aura skyrocketed, and his clothes began to move without wind. As a great master, Togrel was already able to release his energy.
"drink…"
With an angry shout, the short sword in Togrel's hand swung in front of him, and a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the roaring wind blew a large area of ​​those insects and ants instantly, but soon those insects and ants gathered again.
And there are more and more gatherings. There are already many members of the Protector Pavilion covered with these ants. Because these things are too many and too small, these members of the Protector Pavilion have no strength, but there is no way to put them on the body. ants are eliminated.
Fortunately, these insects and ants are not poisonous, otherwise these members of the Investigating Protector Pavilion would have been poisoned and died.
"Togrel Pavilion Master, get out of the way and let me go, why should you let your subordinates suffer?"
At this time, Melam's voice came to mind in the black air.
Togrel's face was gloomy, and the short sword in his hand had been swung countless times, but every time the insects and ants were blown away, they would immediately gather together again. At this time, Togrel already felt the fatigue of his body.
But looking at his subordinates who were in pain and rolling all over the floor, Togrel was extremely difficult.
"Insects are afraid of fire, Pavilion Master Togrel doesn't even know this, right?"
Just when Togrel was in difficulty, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Togrel was stunned for a moment, looked back hurriedly, and found that Abel stood up from the rubble.
"Mr. Chitel, you…you're not dead?"
Togrel was surprised.
"Death?" Abel smiled lightly: "You don't think I can die so easily, do you?"
"No, no, I know Mr. Chitel will definitely not die…"
Togrel was excited, Abel was an immortal cultivator after all, how could he die so easily.
And the Melam head looked at Abel who was unscathed, and the whole person was stunned, his eyes were full of incredible.
Even if Abel didn't die, his punch just now was enough to break Abel's muscles and bones, and just now his fist was filled with poisonous gas. Nothing stood in front of him.
"This…how is this possible, how can you be unscathed?"
Melam looked at Abel in disbelief and asked.
"You can't hurt me with your little skill…"
Abel smiled coldly.
Melam looked at Abel's full of ridicule, and was going to be mad.
"Prepare the torches…"
Togrel commanded loudly at this time.
Soon, the people of the Investigating Protector Pavilion began to look for everything that could burn and ignited it.
Seeing that he found a way to restrain these insects and ants, Abel is also in good condition, Togrel also has confidence in his heart, and looked at Melam head coldly: "You can capture it now, and you can avoid the pain of flesh and blood, otherwise don't blame me. You're welcome…"
With Togrel's short sword in hand, his body suddenly shook, and his aura surged up. At this moment, Togrel, who had been depleted of energy, erupted with endless fighting power.
To be continued....
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