"Well, it doesn’t seem worthwhile to continue!" Whitewater has seen steam toilets appear at both ends of the street, and there are even some people dressed like Taoist robes. These people are quite distorted, but it’s boring to meet so many enemies at the same time. It’s hard to say that Whitewater has to run away.

But first, get rid of this guy.
The white waves’ qigong exhibition spread into the body, rolled up in the breeze, and he slipped out at the tip of his toe. Then he ran away, but the man was also very muscular. The white waves split out and the injury actually healed abruptly, and he kicked the ground and burst into a crack, and chased the white waves.
And then this man’s kung fu is to trample on his strength and gas, as if it were something real. In the explosion, this man followed Whitewater "with great martial arts and this special flesh and blood power"
Whitewater is not very worried, because although this person looks awesome, this method is stiff and not as free as Whitewater’s flying skill. Whitewater runs faster and resolutely doesn’t fight back, so it won’t be held back. The steam toilet can’t be lit on the roof by Whitewater. It is the best choice.
However, those guys in cassock waved their hands, but they sent out a strange attack. The strange thing was that they could detect the distorted things and directly fell on the white wave body, but it was nothing-the white wave felt that his body was swaying and then nothing happened, but the Taoist priests vomited a mouthful of blood samples.
And then these Taoist attacks are something-for example, the sky is falling and thunder is falling, the ice cubes are flickering, ghosts are dying and white waves are afraid of falling and thunder, and his body is also tempered. Although it is a bit dangerous to let the air out, he is a real innate master.
This guy who is chasing him behind him is probably also a "congenital master"? Anyway, it’s a monster of the same level, but this world may not call it that. This guy is probably as afraid of thunder as whitewater-I can see from his contemptuous eyes that this guy should be contemptuous of those Taoist priests.
White waves are just a little numb and glowing. Because his base is very short and there is no explosive head, lightning can make him pause a little, and every time it can make the chasing man get closer to white waves. If these Taoist priests can always lightning to white waves, this man can’t chase them.
However, the flight speed of Taoist priests themselves is too slow. The speed of these people is to climb clouds, even if they can cast white waves where they can see, they will soon be thrown out of sight.
There is still some ice and fart in the thunder, but when the ghost soldiers approach the white waves, they scream and turn into smoke-the martial arts master is full of blood and blood, not a ghost soldier can resist listening to the guy behind him swearing at the white waves, grinning, "Can’t chase me!"
However, the knife in front is as bright as snow, and the room is directly broken. A steam toilet rises from the surface, but there is a knife in its hand. "Can this thing still raise dragons?" White footsteps, but the body directly bypassed the dragon knife light and left the toilet behind.
When Whitewater made a mistake, it once again avoided falling from the sky. A Lei Guang-like knife cut almost two people. The high-steam toilet fell from Whitewater, and Whitewater was delayed for a short time, and the man behind it drove away.
Had to whitewash your hand and tear it to the front. The real strength of this man’s South Fighting White Tiger Boxing is the claw, and the naked man was greeted by his fists with golden light, and the two exchanged several times of ding, ding, ding and Mao stereos.
Both sides are refined bodies like cast iron guys, and these hands have not been hurt by each other-Whitewater knows that this man is not as good as him after all, but he can’t pick up this man even if he spends three to five days, and those toilets or Taoist priests are surrounded, and he vaguely sees the giant whining in the distance.
Chapter two hundred and thirty Fighting
The man devotes himself to practicing fist and fist kung fu, and then punches himself into a lump. It’s natural that white waves can be torn into blades. It’s convenient to punch into white waves. Tiger Claw tore his heart and tore his lungs. This guy is simply a chest muscle, and it’s hard to pick up white waves. Tiger Claw
"Want to block a fist by philosophy? Unless you are the king of the new twilight! " Whitewater grabbed it directly into the "oil lake to play games?" White waves force "唵?" ！” Nandou Baihu Boxing Tiger Claw was furious and ripped the pectoralis major in front of him.
However, it’s really a good thing to explode the meat. It can actually seal the blood vessels without bleeding after being caught like this, and this person is also in pain, and his fists and drums are ringing against the white waves. "Come on!" Whitewater is also fists qi out fighting with each other.
You can’t run if you don’t fix this person, and it’s also difficult to deal with the goods surrounded by steam toilets. But chaos may be an opportunity. It’s not a game here that can start teammates to hurt each other and lean back and directly bump into the arms of a steam toilet with two knives.
By this, he sensed that something was wrong with the thin steel plate on the other side. "A certain truck also knocked out a personal seal for you. This steel plate actually didn’t move at all, and it could rebound to me …" Whitewater’s elbow smashed back to penetrate the armored iron elbow of modern armored vehicles and couldn’t break this toilet …
"This anti-shock force is just like a solid iron block inside!" Whitewater once again flickered out of the toilet with the strength of an elbow. The two-handed knife "door" Whitewater didn’t let out the true qi to communicate with heaven and earth, and rolled up the storm. Maybe he will do so when something is wrong and he can’t handle it, but now he feels that everything is under control.
Things haven’t come out yet. He has mastered the man. Although he looks big and incredibly hard, he has problems with attack power and attack speed. Whitewater thinks he can handle it, but steam the toilet? This thing is still a bit clumsy, and Whitewater doesn’t think it will be a perpetual motion machine. Besides, a steam engine with such a big back can’t be broken by Whitewater.
But this defense is really unexpected. Whitewater kicks directly from the side, and then the man stretches his legs and whitewater is also driven by this hook. In front of him, the shape of whitewater flashes, which is a knife light cut off from the top of his head-but it is the steam toilet behind the original whitewater that makes whitewater turn around and let the man top the cylinder.
This man is also a tiger roar, and his whole body turns golden. There is even a golden blood gas like a flame. His body burns a foot. His arms are crossed and he is hard-connected to the steam toilet. This knife is stuck in the flesh of this man’s arm, and the toilet is estimated to have stopped the knife.
Behind the white wave flashed another steam toilet. In the hand of this toilet is a snake spear. White wave is familiar with this snake spear with a blade length of up to three feet. After all, he once rushed into the array. This weapon can stab and chop. It is a first-class and fierce weapon. "An emissary must also be skilled in martial arts to be good at this weapon." White wave tested the martial arts of this toilet at the moment.
Sure enough, it’s not bad. I dare this weapon is really a master of whitewater. A clap of the spear’s palm is serious. This clap is just to let the spear stick to the whitewater body, and the three-finger hydraulic mechanical arm of this toilet sticks to the whitewater body as soon as it is released and closed. A moment of pumping is a long and difficult wound to heal.
However, the blade pulled out bursts of white waves of Mars, and the golden bell did not break the magic power, which played a good defense. His clothes were cut into a long gap, and the white waves sneered and stiffened directly to the toilet with the flag behind them, and he grabbed the blade of the snake spear with one hand.
Tiger Claw buckled the blade, and the steam toilet couldn’t be pumped back, while Whitewater punched the snake spear in two with the other hand. Now Whitewater has a weapon. It seems to him that this snake spear is as trustworthy as his appearance of another machete, perhaps even better. After all, this snake spear material is better than selling weapons outside, even the metal gun rod is very good.
Whitewater draws a knife and returns your hand to block another double-edged toilet knife, but his machete has obviously been cut into the blade by the other blade. "It was the people …" Whitewater looked at the different badges of the toilet behind the flag toilet body metal and said, these things look like the horses in the hands of military nobles, just like armor, which are all customized individually.
The material in Whitewater’s hand has an absolute advantage. It seems that the knife in Whitewater’s hand will probably be cut off if it continues. He interrupted the blade of the snake spear and blocked the toilet. Then three opponents surrounded Whitewater and Whitewater tried to use force that he didn’t often use before. "It’s true that these three bastards lose their fighting power or lock each other as soon as possible so that I can run away!"
So after the blade of the white snake spear was blocked, it was convenient to lead those knives to split and take out a short spear to continue fighting the toilet, and by the way, the legs kicked out and let the man wave his arms to block the man’s periphery, and the double-knife toilet also cut the other toilet arm.