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Opening Slime One Punch: Overlord's Growth Chapter 192 Victory Without a Fight A voice came from behind the Weasel Third Young Master, interrupting his devil's pace.

"Hum hum hum, is it another one to die..."

The Weasel Third Young Master sneered and slowly turned around.

!!!∑ノ

Who are you, this big guy?

How fat four!

"Hello, is this your teammate? I was just joking with him. I'll leave right away." Weasel San Shao wanted to slip away before he finished speaking.

ah? you ask why?

you still need to ask?

Look at this eldest brother, the three halos on his body flash alternately, the two red and blue halo are nothing, the purple halo light is seen from a distance, and a terrifying force is about to rush to his face.

There are also the four elemental dragon energy circling around him, I will go, there is a dragon wing phantom behind him, what kind of move is this?

Oh roar, why is he wearing divine clothes all over his body, the Demon Sect, the Banshee Veil, the Armor of Thorns, the Glory of Justice, the Boots of Lightness, and the Flag of Command, many of which are what he wants to buy!

It was because he had bought equipment and browsed the entire store for equipment that he knew the horror of the man in front of him.

Although he had a genial smile on his face, he was able to buy so much equipment, and his hands must have been stained with the blood of the enemy.

No, with his entire possessions, unless he kills all of us Red Square Samsara... more...

Layers of cold sweat continued to fall from the face of the third weasel. When he thought of a terrible guess, he wanted to avoid this guess, but the situation in front of him was already very clear.

But he still wanted to save himself again.

"Red Fang Hong Fang, I'm Weasel No. 3, please answer if you receive it, please answer if you receive it..."

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he continued to ask tentatively on the red camp channel.

"Sir Xiongba, is the West invincible?"

However, there was not even a beep, and the channel was silent, just like the scene he was in.

This man with a smile like an angel in front of him has been quietly watching Weasel No. 3 keep in touch without interrupting or making suggestions. That gentle smile is like...

In the eyes of the third weasel at this time.

Just like the devil!

......

"Boss, I can give up this fight, don't kill me."

After all, the third weasel has been in a state of oppression for a long time. When encountering such a scene, he immediately became extremely skilled and natural...

Kneeling in front of Ouyang Xiu.

"Huh? It's interesting."

Ouyang Xiu, who originally wanted to keep him alive, found it interesting to see this person so enlightened.

"It's okay to keep you alive. I won't make it difficult for you. I want you to do one thing."

"That is, after returning to the Tianyun space, if someone asks, you say that a woman who used burning swordsmanship won the final victory. Do you remember it clearly?"

Ouyang Xiu said to him with a smile.

"Don't worry, my lord, I have written it down. It was a woman who used flaming swordsmanship who won the final victory."

The Weasel Third Young Master was lying on the ground with a flattering expression on his face.

"You go."

Ouyang Xiu waved at Weasel No. 3, who turned around and ran after taking dozens of steps on his knees.

Hehe, I hope that the next space battle will leave the First Army a little trouble.

Even if he didn't follow what he said, it doesn't matter, he was scared away by himself and didn't know all about my battle information.

It would be a shame to say that I was scared away, so I might as well use my words.

Heh, I'm guessing that I'll exaggerate it a bit too much. That would be even better.

After thinking about the joints, Ouyang Xiu turned his head and stared at the last reincarnator of his friend.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Boss, I also think it was a woman with a flaming knife who led Dreamland to victory."

As expected of the samsara who entered the outer city with his thighs in his arms, he had two strokes. Although his combat power was not very good, his mind was still very flexible.

However, since they belonged to the same space, Ouyang Xiu was not so easy to talk about.

"This is a space contract. Once you go out and you don't say what you just said, you will automatically deduct an S-class medal from my account."

"Uh... well, I'll sign."

Although it is true that the space is said to be so, it will definitely be hunted down by the First Corps, but if you don't sign, you will die now.

For a reincarnator at the level of Moyu No. 2, he has never seen a B-level medal, and even an S-level, deducting the S-level medal is no different from obliteration.

With the establishment of a transparent contract under the witness of space, Ouyang Xiu also obeyed the contract and asked Moyu No. 2 to return to the main crystal to wait for the end of the battle.

At this time, someone must be asking questions. Didn't they say that they can't attack friendly forces?

That's too naive. This is the lawless place of death, betrayal, killing, and conspiracy. How can just some rigid rules limit the terrifying thinking of reincarnators.

It's too easy to kill allies, especially when Lan Fang is only left with Ouyang Xiu and him.

As long as Ouyang Xiu pretended to protect him, blocked him from moving, and let Weasel No. 3 help kill him, everything would be smooth and smooth, creating a textbook example of harassing his teammates.

Ouyang Xiu, who had dealt with all his tails, was not at all complacent. Being able to continue to work in the wild despite the great talent represented his patience and prudence.

In the face of the possible backhands in Tianyun Space, Ouyang Xiu decided to start with the rules, first burst three small crystals, and did not believe that the other side could turn the tables.

All the heroes began to divide into the middle and lower lanes, breaking the tower all the way.

With no one to stop him, even though the defensive towers had terrifying pure attacks, they were all eaten by the blue soldiers, and then the defensive towers shot GG and collapsed.

"Bang!"

After being slashed several times by Ouyang Xiu with the Terrastone lightsaber, the small red crystal shattered on the way, and ruby-like fragments fell everywhere.

Compatible with the sound of small crystals breaking is the mechanical sound that resounds throughout the canyon.

"Yourteam has destroiedaninhibitor."

"Lan Fang Shang Road is about to dispatch super soldiers~www.wuxiahere.com~ Steel plate-like shields, iron hammers made of blue magic stones, plus mechanical giant feet and full-body mobile armor, the soldiers sitting on them seem to be driving A 'Gundam'.

This is the super soldier that Lan Fang dispatched on the top road. Whether it is body size or six-dimensional attributes, it is dozens of times that of ordinary soldiers. It is a real behemoth.

The height of the body far exceeds the average line of heroes, so that he can use the blue stone hammer in his left arm to 'spoil' the hero with a wave of his hand.

Although super soldiers cannot be upgraded, they cannot wear equipment.

But they are only small soldiers, they are a steady stream of fighters with high fighting spirit and fearless death. They use their bodies to hold down the hatred of the defense towers, and they use their lives to output regretless pioneers.

Although they don't have their own names, and each soldier is exactly like a clone, but that spirit is worth everyone...

I'm sorry, it's gone too far.

At this time, driving a giant soldier like a mechanical creation, he was shocked by Moyu No. 2 who had just returned to the main crystal.

Is this a super soldier?

I feel stronger than me.

Ah, the breath of the strong overflowed.

As expected, it was comfortable and pleasant to stay in the main crystal.

Then, Moyu No. 2 took out a set of exquisite tea sets that he had bought before entering the space battlefield, brewed a pot of black tea, and took a sip.

"Ah~ comfortable~"

What fighting and killing, how dangerous it is.

Moyu No. 2 was successfully upgraded to Xian Yu No. 2....

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