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Chapter four hundred and ninety-two: Do ??you want to take another shot?(1/2)

The explosion instantly swept dozens of houses around it, which were all double-storey apartments with yards, and the combined area was not small.

Huge flames rose into the air wrapped in thick smoke, forming a small cloud of mushrooms that was fleeting in the blink of an eye.

The shock wave blows the smoke and dust into the air, making the surrounding space hazy.

When the explosion disappeared, a large amount of broken objects that were blown into the sky fell down.

In a collapsed house, the half-broken wall was suddenly pushed away, and a black giant crawled out of the ruins.

His body quickly shrank and turned into Jack's appearance. There were no wounds on his body, but his clothes were all blown away.

Wow

The bricks and stones fell, and Erica also crawled out of the ruins.

She was not so lucky. Not only was she scratched all over her body, but she was wearing a mosaic.

When Jack saw the naked Erica, he turned his head with disgust.

Then he saw the magician crawling out from the other side.

The magician was also very embarrassed, his clothes were torn, but they were much better than the two running naked.

"Where is that spider?"

"I'm here! I'm here!"

The three of them looked in the direction where the sound came and saw two hair-legged spiders who were constantly dancing and stuck in the ruins.

"let me!"

Jack immediately went up to help with excitement.

"Thank you Jack, you're such a good person...hey, where are you touching...ahoo!"

The little spider let out a strange cry that made people blush and heartbeat.

Jack checked the development of the little spider before pulling him out of the ruins.

If there weren't two other people here, Jack would have to let Spider understand how dangerous it is to expose the back door.

All four of them escaped, looking in disarray, and were speechless for a moment.

"This is the latest space fighter jet developed by the government."

Jack whispered: "The God of Death can actually pull this thing down from the sky."

Space fighter is a new type of fighter that can perform combat missions in outer space for a long time.

The latest development is solar braking, so it does not carry a nuclear reactor as power, otherwise the explosion will definitely be more powerful.

All four of them felt a sense of gratitude.

It was too dangerous. Fortunately, Fang Cheng was far away from them when the plane fell, otherwise he would definitely die.

A figure suddenly flew from a distance and hovered in front of the four people.

Erica looked up and saw that it was another person who made her hostile.

Ye Yuqing had long hair, her hands and feet were wearing armor, and her eyes were burning with black flames.

"Did you see my boyfriend?"

Ye Yuqing asked the four people in English taught by Minghui of Asahiko and ignored Erica directly.

The little spider raised his middle fingers with both hands and then tilted towards the center of the explosion.

"Just, beauty, can I know your mobile phone number..."

Ye Yuqing had left them and flew towards the center of the explosion, where the flames had not yet been extinguished.

Erica stared at Ye Yuqing's back as she flew away and sneered: "That guy must be dead."

She couldn't wait to see Ye Yuqing crying sadly.

"Hey, I haven't seen the body yet, so I can't draw conclusions so quickly."

The little spider said quickly, he was still anxious about the bet he had just made.

Erica was dissatisfied with Spider's refutation and immediately started arguing with him.

Jack said to the two, "Why don't we go over and take a look?"

He immediately received three middle fingers.

"The second wave of death's attack has not arrived yet. Are you looking for death?"

...

A large pit appeared in the middle of the explosion, and the wreckage of the plane was blown away.

Fang Cheng stood up from the bottom of the pit and used his blood to make clothes and put them on.

He took the impact of a space fighter, and could not be said to be intact, but could only be said to have saved his life.

The bloodline of the God of War plus vector control offset most of the damage, and the remaining damage is not enough to cause fatal damage to him.

Even if the first wave of attacks is over today, as long as the second wave is blocked, it will be considered as completing the invitation task.

Fang Cheng was preparing to leave this place and spend the next time in the empty park.

The burning flames in the ruins ahead suddenly turned pale white and condensed together into an illusory figure.

The figure gradually became clear, with a long black cloak, a pale skeleton mask, and a huge sickle clasped with both hands.

Fang Cheng's expression suddenly became solemn.

This classic image and the Cronos sickle in your hand.

grim Reaper!

He held the death scythe called "Reaper" and his lower body was burning white flames.

The eyes under the mask fell on Fang Cheng.

An invisible heavy aura emanated, turning the surrounding flames into white, and the hot air became cold.

Fang Cheng looked at each other with the god of death, with no expression on his face, but he was confused.

What's going on?

Could it be that the last wave of attacks was the God of Death who took action himself?

Didn’t it mean that the upper limit of the attack is a trump card? The danger level of this thing is more than just a trump card.

Or is this guy unable to play urgently and is ready to take him away by himself?

The shadow of death is becoming clearer and clearer, as if it is about to break some boundaries and become real from illusion.

Fang Cheng's sense of vigilance became stronger and stronger. He realized that he could not watch it, and at least he had to find a way to interrupt the casting of the spell.

"Acheng!"

Ye Yuqing finally arrived and quickly fell from the air to Fang Cheng's side.

She saw the shadow of death at a glance, subconsciously shivered, and goose bumps all over her body.

I always feel a little stupid when I see the image of the God of Death. When I face it, I know how terrifying it is.

There is a feeling of death standing in front of the gate of hell, waving to you, "Good man, come in and play."

Fang Cheng did not let Ye Yuqing leave, but whispered: "Call for someone."

"Who are you calling?"

"Call you in your thighs."

Ye Yuqing hurriedly raised his hands above his head and asked him to put on his thighs.

A ball of black flames rose from under her feet and swallowed her entire body.

When the black flames turned into a burning cloak, Yue Jianming, wearing silver armor, held a giant sword, descended.

As soon as she appeared, she immediately offset the cold and cold momentum brought by the god of death.

And the god of death's vision immediately locked on her.

Yue Jianming looked back at each other.

The two gods looked at each other silently, and the depressed atmosphere was like the substance, and the white flames around them gradually turned black.

The flames of black and white are entangled with each other, making the temperatures sometimes high and sometimes low.

Gradually, Fang Cheng discovered that the shadow of the god of death became increasingly blurred until it completely disappeared.

The white flames around were also completely swallowed by the black flames.

Death is gone.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to fight a dangerous character here.

Regardless of winning or losing, the North American government will be invited to have tea tomorrow.

Yue Jianming turned his head and looked at him: "Why are you getting into such a troublesome thing?"
To be continued...
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