Chapter 978 You Can Fight in Groups, Why Do You Need to Fight Alone

"You're courting death!" The man whose half of his face was stained with blood from his forehead had a twisted and angry look on his face, the scarlet in his eyes became more and more obvious, and the clothes behind him were faintly bulging, as if something was about to burst out.

Bang!

Morea, who was still holding his hair, mercilessly smashed his head against the wall again, but this time, Moreya increased his strength a little, so half of his head was pressed by Moreya. smashed into the wall.

A small pit appeared in the solid wall, and the man's head began to twist and deform slightly. One of his eyeballs seemed to burst out. The man who was hit so hard on the head also fell into dizziness at this time. State, the clothes behind also stopped swelling.

Seeing this scene, Morea looked around, and then dragged him into a darker corner. After a while, Morea, who was not stained with any filth, walked out and continued to search for the next target.

And as he continued to clean up the seeds hidden in this bar, the alien masters in this bar finally realized something was wrong, and then they quickly locked onto Morea who was doing things in the bar through surveillance and investigation.

"Store manager, someone is hunting our compatriots in our field!" The alien species who identified the target quickly reported it, and then quickly notified the boss behind the banquet who was attending the banquet.

"Oh? How many people? How many compatriots have we lost?" The silver-haired middle-aged man who received the news glanced at the men and women with different temperaments on his face, and then asked calmly.

"There is only one. So far, five compatriots have not been able to reply to us, and three of them have found their bodies and are confirmed dead."

"It seems that a ruthless character has come and started to evacuate the guests. When I come back, I will take you to solve him!"

After giving the order to his subordinates, the store manager looked up at the other "human beings" at the banquet, with a slightly apologetic smile on his face:

"I'm really sorry. There's something wrong in my store. I need to go back and fix it. I'll excuse me for the time being. I'll make an appointment next time."

Several men and women with different temperaments at the banquet looked at the white-haired store manager who was leaving, looked at each other a few times, and then showed a subtle smile on their faces.

"Hey, he needs to go back and solve it himself, and he said it was a little trouble."

"I have a premonition that the store manager needs our help. If he is alone, he will die." An old man who covered his eyes with a black cloth said.

"Are you sure?" Hearing the old man with a very low sense of presence speak,

The others at the banquet immediately turned their attention to him, with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Do I have to deceive you?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Then it seems that we need to follow up and take a look. There are only a few median species in this city. There was one less some time ago. If there are any fewer, it will be even more difficult for the compatriots living in this city. "

"But if it's the government, it's useless for us to follow. Instead, we'll follow the store manager to die!"

"I've said it for a long time, he is too ostentatious, so many different species have gathered in the same place for a long time, the government is absolutely impossible for a group like him to exist."

"Let's follow up and have a look first. Maybe it's not someone from the government who will take action. We will take action as appropriate!"

...

At this time, Morea was no longer playing assassination everywhere, but chose an unmanned booth and sat there quietly drinking boiled water, because there was no need to kill anymore, he successfully caused this The attention of a bar alien.

Recently, the originally noisy bar has gradually quieted down, and people who come here to have fun have begun to be invited out in groups.

"Clear the field, that's fine!" Sitting in the booth, feeling the dozen or so glances from the surroundings, the expression on Morea's face did not change at all.

Not long after, surrounded by a dozen men and women, a tall and burly white-haired middle-aged man sat opposite Morea.

"I just got a letter from my subordinates saying that someone is making trouble on my site. I have made a lot of assumptions in my mind, but I never thought that the troublemaker is actually a young guy like you. I don't know what to call it?"

Seeing the middle-aged man who gave him a faint pressure, Morea raised his eyebrows slightly, and then called out his name: "Geros Douglas!"

"Anyone from the four major families of the Federation? No wonder they have the guts to kill my people on my territory!" Hearing Moreya's name, the silver-haired middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke slowly, his face unconscious. showed a dignified color.

The deterrent power of the top big family in the Federation is enough to offset the childish face of Moreya.

"Can I ask, why did you come to me to kill?"

"It's just a family assessment task!" Morea's tone was understated, but it made the face of the General Staff, who had been slowly surrounded, show anger and a trace of fear that could not be concealed.

"Can you be specific?"

"Clean up all the aliens hidden in this bar." Morea said the purpose of his mission, then looked around at his place and smiled, "Everyone should be here! If the time comes, let’s get started! I’m going to go back to sleep after killing me.”

"Is there any room for easing?" The silver-haired middle-aged store manager stood up slowly. From the bottom of his heart, he very much did not want to provoke the top families in the Federation.

"Why do you need to ask?" Morea stood up, a layer of faint white arrogance ignited on his body, and a faint oppressive force emanated from his body.

"There is no boy with long hair, so what if he is a member of a big family?" Immediately, an enchanting man released his tail, wrapped around his arms and charged towards Morea, his eyes full of eyes. The color of resentment.

Pong!

Facing this low-level species who was rushing towards him aggressively, Morea's face was not moved at all. He stretched out his finger, slightly forward, and an incomparably condensed energy burst from his fingertips. Then the blood splashed, and a finger hole with transparent front and back appeared in the center of this species' forehead.

The vital parts of the body were destroyed, the eyes of the species that had not evolved at the level of life suddenly dimmed, the breath of life quickly passed, and finally fell to the ground staggeringly, turning into a corpse.

"You can go together!" Seeing himself killing the head with a single finger, Moreya's face was not moved at all. Since he got the martial arts book and became an official martial artist, he began to frantically ask the family for all kinds of things. Martial arts resources.

Generally, it is the core of the blood gas condensation of various primitive species, such as the heart, the crystal nucleus, or the plants that condense the essence of the earth's vitality in some special places.

It was precisely because he asked the family for so many resources that the Douglas family could not give him this level of assessment task to see if he was worth investing in.

And after he obtained these resources, his martial arts cultivation became stronger day by day, because after his martial arts practice was on the right track, he simply accumulated qi in his body, which could be done quickly through external resources.

The amount of qi accumulated during this period of time determines the strength or weakness of the qi qi that is cultivated in the next stage, and the most important feature of the "All Heavens Constellation Dao" cultivated by Morea is that the qi cultivated in this stage is extremely incomparable. Vigorous, far surpassing the rest of the classics.

Because through the "Zhentianxingsu Dao", you can cultivate multiple, even up to three-digit qi chakras. Just like its name, the constellations of the heavens treat the human body as a boundless void, open up orifices, condense the qi chakra, and a The chakra represents a shining star in the starry sky.

This method of martial arts practice is far-reaching, but unfortunately its founder has limited vision, so it still has many flaws. But it also shows that he is a very talented person.

"Although you are a son of a big family, since you are going to kill us, we can't be caught without our hands, so I'm sorry, all come with me!"

When the silver-haired store manager saw Moreya raised his hand, he killed a younger brother, and immediately he no longer hesitated, and directly greeted his younger brother to stand shoulder to shoulder. Everyone threatened to destroy them, presumably didn't mind them fighting together. he.

Facing the alien species from the bee chrysalis, Morea took out the Bai Yao gun, held it with one hand, and drew a huge arc, leaving a long-lasting light and shadow, blocking most of the attacks.

The other hand held the Ziye Sword, and in an instant, it slashed out more than a dozen sword qi, one sword, and instantly killed more than a dozen low-level species...

The sword qi and the spear swept across. In less than ten minutes of the battle, Morea cleaned up all the fish that besieged him, and as a price, it lingered on the surface of his body, and the flame-like arrogance became thinner. .

Next, Morea began to concentrate on the silver-haired store manager who brought him the greatest sense of threat. At this time, he had completely released his Hewei, and his shape had undergone a huge change, becoming an existence like a primitive beast. The man was completely prostrate on the ground, constantly attacking Moria.

And wherever this first species passed, the wall fell to the ground, and the place was in a mess. This was his territory, but after he went mad, he destroyed it, and he was more energetic than Morea.

Because so far, this has not left a trace of destruction in this bar, and all his attacks have fallen on the target he wants to hit.

"The body is quite stiff, but I can still chop!" Morea looked at the four-handed and two-legged monster in front of him, with a relaxed expression on his face. In front of him, being broken is equivalent to death. This is his confidence as a technique master.

After fighting for three full hours, the median seed was finally cut over by Moreya, and his fast regeneration ability had been cut off by Moreya.

"It's quite interesting." Morea stepped on the chest of the silver-haired store manager who had recovered his human body. Looking at a dark place in the bar, he could feel a few breaths that were rapidly moving away.