Chapter 647 (1/2)

Wang Yuan's body bumped into the wall of the house, which collapsed directly and was buried in the ground by bricks and stones.

With a burst of falling stones, Wang Yuan stood up from inside.

His teeth and tongue can already be seen on his right face.

There are already some creeping granulations on it that are entangled with each other, slowly repairing his face.

Wang Yuan also recalled the previous events.

The behavior of that iron mask has been accumulating that kind of dark smoke, and condensing around him. In the fist, Wang Yuan felt a little electric light to the extreme.

It was that little bit of electricity that ignited the black smoke and made it explode.

Wang Yuan looks at the iron mask that rushes over again, as well as those dreamhounds that gather more and more, but have no action.

These dreamhounds were staring at Wang Yuan with hatred eyes, but they did not come forward, or they could not resist the fist and foot of Wang Yuan or iron mask before strengthening.

A trace of black smoke connected them to the iron ware.

On the iron mask, you can see that the black smoke is constantly rotating, repairing something.

Although the battle between Wang Yuan and the iron mask seems to be a simple fight, it is far from simple.

Before that, the innate internal Qi in the body has grown dozens of times. With the power of Wang Yuan's eyes, he controls the dream to pry various forces to form Qi.

During the battle, the iron mask is equivalent to shooting with a machine gun all the time, and countless Qi forces are impacting his body.

Before Wang Yuan had time to think about it, the iron mask threw itself in front of him. With the more dogs in the dream world, the more powerful the iron mask was.

He is now more than twice as strong as he has just fought before, and continues to increase.

Half a city away, several people are sitting in the rooftop restaurant, enjoying afternoon tea.

”Brother Li, the boy suddenly went crazy and didn't run away. It seems that he can't win the iron mask!” A man in a white shirt and tie picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

”It doesn't matter if you can't die.” Standing on the edge of the rooftop fence, a man in casual clothes, looking at the empty city, listening to the occasional explosion, said carelessly.

Even half a city away, these people seem to know Wang Yuan's behavior like the palm of one's hand, drinking their afternoon tea.

”It doesn't matter if you die, just leave those eyes.” Another straight back, wearing a napkin, with knife and fork accurately into the meal plate of food, and then elegant delivery into the mouth, and then wipe his mouth, slow methodically said.

The surrounding houses are in ruins.

Fists and fists are in a frenzied confrontation, the number of dreamhounds is still increasing, and the power of the iron mask is still increasing.

When he exercises for a certain period of time, his whole body black gas accumulates to a certain extent, which can ignite and release an explosion impact.

With his hands behind him, the iron mask flashed with purple electric light, and then roared like a train passing by.

The claws of the iron mask have been waved in front of Wang Yuan.

More and more purple electric light, Wang Yuan side of the rebuilt defense barrier in the lightning collapse again.

It seems that the next moment the claws of the iron mask will seize Wang Yuan's head, and then pinch it hard, it will explode like a watermelon.

On the rooftop restaurant, the man in casual clothes, known as brother Li, is gradually becoming empty and ironic.

No one can kill the people they want to protect. On the contrary, no one can protect the people they want to kill.