But Roland is still not cowardly.

I can't beat these two women, but at worst I can die once. When I get a higher level, I will come back to take revenge.

Anyway, he has already recorded the coordinates of the God of the Underworld.

Magicians, it’s not too late to take revenge for a hundred years.

Besides, as a player, he doesn't need that long to grow.

Maybe in three or four years, he will be able to come to this underworld for a while.

So Roland is just looking at the true ancestor of the blood clan and doesn't speak, but his eyes are full of sarcasm.

The true ancestor of the blood clan became more and more angry, and new and old hatreds surged into his heart. When he was about to take action, the God of Nether suddenly said: "Forbid the demons, reply."

Many gods have special rules and regulations.

Words are said to become real. Many religions call them holy words, and there is a more intuitive name called "Speaking and Dharma Following".

Then Roland felt that all the magic power in his body was in a state of confinement, but his vitality was quite active.

No...it can no longer be said to be active, but rather boiling like an active volcano that has not erupted.

Roland looked at the expression of the blood clan true ancestor and found that the other party's face was flushed, probably similar to his.

"You fight and then make up."

After saying that, the God of Nether flew away.

At the same time, the physical confinement of these two people was also untied.

Roland moved his body and felt that he could not mobilize his magic power.

Just as he was thinking this, the true ancestor of the blood clan opposite rushed over.

A pair of beautiful little hands greeted Roland's face.

As we all know, most women have long nails. If they get caught in this thing, Roland feels that he will probably be distorted.

So he subconsciously took a step back and then kicked it out.

But the true ancestor of the blood clan who was jumping in the air suddenly pulled apart his legs and formed a large font.

Roland kicked it in vain.

Then the true ancestor of the blood clan immediately closed his legs, clamping Roland's calves like pliers, and then, without reason, a death roll came in mid-air.

This move is too cruel.

Roland idled around in the spot like a strip of cloth, and his face was deformed after slapping the ground for more than ten times.

But he did not die, but was excited.

He then pushed forward with force, hugged the true ancestor of the blood clan fiercely, pressed her from mid-air, and pressed her with his other leg against her abdomen, then crazily hit the true ancestor of the blood clan in the face with both hands.

After hitting it for more than a dozen times, the beautiful face of the true ancestor of the blood clan turned into a round cake shape.

Cyan, black liquid flowed out of her nose and eye holes.

Then she screamed, opened her mouth and bit Roland's right hand, and then scratched Roland's face with both hands.

The sharp nails were pinched into the face and drove them down.

Roland screamed, and half of her face was torn off.

Blood is sprinkled out without any money.

Roland was even more angry when he was in pain.

He beat the true ancestor in the face and beat her chest with all his strength.

All I could hear was the bones, one by one, and one by one.

But the woman was even more cruel. She started to pick Roland's eyes with her other hand, and directly blinded the latter's eyes and clenched out her eyes.

Then he pushed his waist hard, threw Roland's body slightly, and kicked it away with one leg.

Then she put Roland's eyes into her mouth and chewed in big mouth.

She stood up swayingly.

The one who was injured by Roland and beaten to pieces responded at an extremely fast speed.

The bones reconnected.

Roland also stood up in the distance, his injuries were also improving at an exaggerated speed, and his eyes grew again.

But neither of them cared about this. They stared at each other viciously, took a breath, and rushed towards each other again.

The fight afterwards became even more bloody.

The two of them completely thought about it, just to kill each other.

Roland tore off her right arm, and the other party used his left hand to break Roland's stomach and pulled out his intestines.

Roland discounted her neck and the other party could kick Roland's balls to pieces.

The scene was extremely terrifying and violent.

The two fought for at least four days and four nights.

Traces of battle were almost all over the hollow ground, and human body parts were everywhere.

Scattered on the grass in pieces.

There was a black and dry bloody night everywhere, and the heart and kidneys were everywhere.

Roland sat on the grass, gasping slightly.

The body doesn't know what the hell was messed with by the God of the Underworld. It can recover infinitely, but the soul cannot.

Now his mental consciousness is very tired.

The true ancestor of the blood clan was almost the same, and she also sat on the ground and gasped.

The two of them fought for four days and four nights, and their clothes were broken in the first day of the battle.

After that, the two really fought each other in close combat, the kind in purely literal sense.

During the battle, the two of them hugged, kicked, rolled and hugged.

All kinds of fighting postures have been used. It can be said that both sides are very clear about the details of each other's body.

Whether it is strengths or defects.

Even the subtleties are very clear.

For example, Roland knew that there was a small red mole on the inner side of the right thigh of the true ancestor of the blood clan, close to the root.

This was discovered by Roland when he used the "Russian Rotational Sit" to shoot the true ancestor of the blood clan in the head.

He stood up and Roland, who had fully recovered, continued to walk towards the true ancestor of the blood clan.
Chapter completed!