People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 211 The Strongest Dragon in History

The enemy who was entangled by the doctor's face changed drastically. He was unable to break free for a while. He could only close his eyes and grit his teeth to withstand the attack.

Just when the enemy's heart was in his throat, Qi Yan's flying kick hit him hard in the chest.

The man groaned, took two steps back... and then stood firm again.

enemy:?

He looked down at the shoe print on his chest and was absolutely sure that he had just been kicked.

But the force was like that of children fighting, and it did not cause him any harm at all.

"Damn, such a strong enemy!"

The doctor cursed, and lay on the enemy's back, tightly wrapping his arms around him: "Look, I'm going to control him with the old tree roots, White-haired dog, hurry up and attack!"

"Take my Dragon Subduing Ten Slaps!"

Qi Yan stepped forward and started to fight the enemy head on.

It's not very harmful, it's very insulting.

The enemy's face quickly turned red, and he roared, swinging his body wildly to try to throw the doctor down.

Unfortunately, although the doctor's physical strength is comparable to Qi Yan, he is a more intelligent player. The old tree's roots use professional fighting techniques to lock people, making it impossible to break free in a short time.

Qi Yan took the opportunity to beat the enemy who was down on his luck, and hit him with a barrage of punches.

"A crow flies in a plane, a tornado destroys a parking lot, Awei does eighteen moves, and a monkey steals peaches!"

"Ow!"

The enemy screamed and fell to his knees on the ground. His face turned from red to white and then to green, and he curled up into a shrimp shape in pain.

The doctor jumped off the man with excitement on his face:

"Do you understand the value of the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel? Do you understand the value of a powerful natural disaster-level warrior?"

Qi Yan flicked his fingers elegantly, humming with the lonely attitude of a master:

"Update it. I am invincible under the gods, and undefeated even above the gods."

"You... are shameless!"

The enemy covered his little brother with his hands, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

But then he noticed that his other companions had been knocked over by Pompey's huge body, so he quickly closed his mouth and endured the humiliation in his heart.

Qi Yan was too lazy to pay attention to the defeated general at his feet. He walked to Pompey and praised him:

"You did a good job, little guy. Just remember to avoid your companions next time you spit out lava."

Pompey was very happy to receive the compliment, and walked forward to try to curry favor with Qi Yan.

Qi Yan quickly jumped away and turned to look at the parking lot exit:

"Now is not the time to celebrate. The enemy leader has not been captured yet. Charge forward, little guy. Capture Black Sister for me. I will reward you with a volcano that eats lambs!"

Pompey obviously didn't understand, but he realized that Qi Yan wanted it to get out of the hotel, so his huge body turned around and rushed straight for the exit.

Qi Yan and the doctor took advantage of the situation and followed behind with high spirits, rushing out of the underground parking lot and coming to the outside of the hotel.

At the same time, Amiya and others broke out of the enemy's encirclement and came out of the hotel.

The two sides successfully met, but there was not much joy on their faces.

Because outside the hotel, a large group of enemies in uniform, armed with weapons, surrounded the hotel.

The person in the lead was a silver-haired Filin who was dressed lightly and holding a giant crossbow half a person's height. Her eyes were sharp and the crossbow arrow was firmly locked on Pompeii.

When the men behind her saw Pompey, although there was shock on their faces, they did not panic too much and still maintained their formation.

Qi Yan waved his hand, signaling Pompey to stay calm.

Otherwise, with the attack power of Hei's giant crossbow, Pompeii would still be injured even if he had a hard obsidian shell.

At this time, Ceylon also broke free from Fiammetta's shoulder, took a few steps forward, and looked at the figure of Hei holding the giant crossbow. He was obviously shocked and a little at a loss.

She directly asked her doubts:

"Hei, why...why did you attack me?"

The crossbow in Hei's hand was steady, still locked on Pompeii, his eyes fixed on him, and he said:

“Miss, these people are liars, don’t be fooled by their words. Now that the mayor is not in Xiosta, you need to listen to Kronin.

Now you come back with me to find Kronin and hand these people over to him for disposal... I don't want to do anything to the young lady."

"What are you talking about? Even you don't believe me?" Ceylon was a little anxious.

"Of course I believe you, young lady, but I don't believe them." Hei's voice was very firm. "These people have only been in Xiosta for a short time, but they have already destroyed the environment of the volcano. According to Kronin's speculation, this volcanic... snow mountain may not be able to recover until next year, and it has caused a very bad impact on Xiosta's environment.

I don’t know what they said to the young lady to deceive her, but as long as I am here, I will never allow them to continue doing evil.”

Ceylon bit her lower lip gently, looking somewhat sad and a little angry.

Hei said so much, but in the end, he still didn't trust her. He thought she was just a young lady who was inexperienced in the world and would be fooled by others.

Seeing that the relationship between Ceylon and Hei was becoming more strained, Qi Yan and the Doctor looked at each other. Qi Yan took a half step back, indicating that it was the Doctor's turn to take the lead.

The doctor coughed lightly, walked to Ceylon, and asked:

"We have been arrested by the law enforcement team for damaging the volcanic environment. We have been fined and prosecuted as required. We have been temporarily released on bail through formal channels.

On the contrary, it is a bit against the rules for Miss Hei to come here with her men and use violence against us, right?"

"I am just following Kronin's instructions. Now that the mayor is away, he is in charge of everything in Xiosta. If you have anything to say, you can go talk to him in person."

Hei still had that unmoved attitude, like a machine that only knew how to follow orders.

The doctor looked around and suddenly became arrogant:

"So there's nothing to talk about?"

"We have nothing to discuss. Hand over the lady." Hei's tone became increasingly cold.

The doctor shrugged, and suddenly raised his hand to pluck a blue feather from the feathers hanging beside Ceylon's ear, pinched it between his fingertips, and said provocatively:

"Not only will I not give it to you, I will also pluck her feathers in front of you. What can you do to me?"

"you!"

Anger burned in Hei's dazzling golden eyes. He turned the crossbow around, aimed it at the doctor, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The crossbow arrow was shot out and headed straight for the doctor.

But the next moment, an old but tall figure appeared beside the doctor, and with a sharp sword light, he instantly cut down the crossbow arrow.

Herag held the knife in one hand and looked at Hei curiously:

"You have very skillful skills. And the giant crossbow in your hand gives me a familiar feeling."

"Help?"

Hei could see that Hellagur's strength should not be underestimated, and his face became a little gloomy: "Team A, Team B, keep a close eye on them from a distance, Team C, surround them from behind."

"Oh? The style of the mercenary group?" Herag recognized the other party's style at a glance.

He stood there, not rushing to react.

Because he did not come alone.

"Boss, there are still enemies!"

Not far away, there were screams from the black men.

Hei suddenly turned his head to look, and then his pupils shrank sharply.

A towering figure slowly walked towards the crowd, without his iconic shield and gun, only holding an iron rod he picked up.

The iron rod, which was as thick as an ordinary person's arm and nearly two meters long, looked like a short stick in the patriot's hands.

When it was waved casually, the air waves it created blew the enemies in front of him to the ground, making it extremely difficult for them to even stand.

Pompeii seemed unwilling to be forgotten. It let out a low hiss, and its obsidian shell turned slightly red. The terrifying heat wave caused the air around it to begin to distort.

The situation reversed in an instant, and Black, which had originally had an absolute advantage, fell into a disadvantage in the blink of an eye.