global pollution

"I didn't expect you to be alive."

His white hair hung loose, and the priest's angular, resolute face was expressionless.

In his blue eyes, there was a devilish figure reflected.

Chapter 497 Crazy

"Father, where's the cure for this damn fungus!"

Xia Ren stepped heavily on the ground, showing sharp teeth, staring at the other party, his eyes full of rage.

The skin all over his body was flushed red, the protruding veins and rock-hard refined muscles trembled together, the huge magic power was flowing rapidly, the rootless water was as active as boiling hot water, and the new hairs on his body stood up.

The soaring pollution value made it difficult for him to maintain an absolutely clear mind, and the churning power in his body urgently needed to find a catharsis point to release!

and so!

come on!

fighting!

kill! ! !

Since you can't get that transcendent thing by yourself, then pry out the answer you want from the enemy's mouth!

"Answer me, Father!!!"

Xia Ren's tentacles flicked back slightly, then tightened suddenly, and with great force, he smashed the metal oil barrel containing [-] gasoline towards the priest.

The priest frowned, a mere hard object could not pose any threat to him, so he stood still and did not move, actually preparing to resist the blow with his burly body.

The moment the oil barrel was about to touch the priest, Xia Ren raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

The bullet that exceeded the speed of sound hit the metal oil drum, and the sky burst into flames.

"what?"

The priest didn't expect that there would be such a backhand in this move, he was directly swallowed by the flames, eating all the power of the explosion at close range.

Before the flame disappeared, Xia Ren lifted the crowbar and disappeared on the spot with a "swoosh".

A deep hole was stepped on the ground, and in the next second, his figure had appeared in front of the priest, and he swung the crowbar, and it was a blow to the head!

In a panic, the priest raised his hand to block the blow.

"what--"

The priest let out a cry of pain, and he fought Xia Ren back with all his strength, but his forearm was also broken, with sharp bone stubbles exposed under the flesh, and the shape of the entire forearm showed a terrifying bend.

With such a huge first-mover advantage, how could Xia Ren bypass the opponent so easily.

In just one fight, he had seen that although the priest was powerful, he didn't have much combat experience, otherwise the oil barrel at the beginning would never have been able to exert such perfect effects.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

The man hadn't landed in mid-air, but the tentacles had already rolled down, entangled one of the priest's legs, and then quickly pulled Xia Ren's body back.

The priest was still suffering from the explosion of the oil barrel and the pain of his broken arm, so he was a bit stretched to deal with the successive attacks. Moreover, his huge size turned him into a disadvantage, and his tossing and turning was far less flexible than Xia Ren who had tentacles.

The priest bent down and opened his other good arm, trying to grab Xia Ren.

Using the strength of the tentacles, Xia Ren's body dropped suddenly, almost clinging to the ground, dodging the pounce.

He pushed the end of the hook of the crowbar forward, and while sliding, nailed the hook like the priest's ankle, and then pulled it out!

"what--"

The hamstring was torn, and the priest screamed again and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"You kid!!!"

The priest's face was no longer calm at the beginning. He let out a roar, and sticky whip-like tissue stretched out from the creep on the surface of his body, wrapping towards Xia Ren.

Xia Ren, who was still planning to continue chasing him, suddenly felt a huge crisis. He forcibly turned his body around, stepped back crazily, and distanced himself from the priest.

Those sticky whip-like tissues didn't seem to be able to stretch too far, and the ends hung down on the ground, spreading out like drunken vomit.

The soil contaminated by these slime molds was black, and the green grass on it seemed to have absorbed all the nutrients, leaving only ash powder, which was blown away by the wind.

The strong wind pressure generated by the fight between the two extinguished the flames from the explosion of the oil barrel, and only sporadic flames fell on the surrounding grass, still burning stubbornly.

The priest knelt down on one knee, panting violently, not sure if it was because of the fierce battle just now, or the anger in his heart.

The flames curled the ends of his otherwise flowing white hair into a mess, no better than weeds on the ground.

There were a lot of blisters on the skin on the front of the priest's body, many of which had already exploded, especially the skin on the face, which peeled off in large areas, the muscles inside were burned by high temperature, and blood was flowing out, and some places were even scorched black.

The severed arm was continuously spurting a large amount of blood from the wound, and the priest barely stopped it with his other hand tightly grasping the bend of the arm.

His appearance at this time was in a state of embarrassment, extremely miserable.

But then, the creeps on the surface of the body quickly covered the wounds, and after a while of creeping, the creeps retreated to their original positions, and those horrible wounds had completely healed, revealing brand new and complete skin.

Looking at this scene, Xia Ren frowned.

This recovery speed was already comparable to his own rootless water.

Looking at it in this way, it will take a protracted and fierce battle to completely defeat the priest.

If you want to solve it quickly, you must find out where his weakness is.

"Do you have faith and someone you want to protect?"

The tall priest stood up again, and invisible pressure enveloped Xia Ren.

In the battle just now, it seemed that Xia Ren had the upper hand and took the initiative, but in fact, the priest did not receive any essential damage, at best it was a skin wound that could heal at any time.

"Do you have faith!"

The priest was suddenly furious.

He walked towards Xia Ren in big strides, seemingly unhurried, but in fact, each step covered a distance of at least ten meters.

The heavy body brought a strong deterrent force, and every step he took was deeply buried in the mud, and the ground was trembling because of his steps!

Xia Ren's heartbeat couldn't stop speeding up again, this kind of pressure was so familiar.

He recalled that Liu Fusheng, who was seriously injured back then, was like this!