Chapter 175 She Is Mine

"Don't let me catch you! You little bean sprout!"

"Catch me first!"

Khan looked at Irafren, who was sticking his tongue out and making faces at him on the motorcycle, and felt even more angry when he was treated as a barbarian like Riemann during the Great Expedition.

"Soap, don't fire! I want to let this ignorant girl know who is the real king of cars!"

Lin Fan listened to Khan's rage and nodded, then turned his attention to other contestants.

The buildings on both sides quickly retreated backwards, like a constantly flowing line drawing in Lin Fan's vision. God knows how fast Khan is now. Lin Fan only feels that the transmission of sound has become a little unclear. Maybe they have already passed the speed of sound? And have broken the sound barrier?

But that is not the point. The point is that other contestants who noticed their running tracks thought they stole their limelight. But this is mostly thanks to the report of the host who loves to mock, Charade.

"Oh! God! Look what I found! An uninvited guest who suddenly rushed out from the chaotic block! With his white motorcycle full of personal artistic characteristics, he is quickly chasing all the contestants! Look in front of him, a young girl! I believe you have all met such a girl in the Trapping Academy!"

"Let's take a look at the slaughter data of these newcomers! Oh? So interesting! The guy on the white motorcycle slaughtered a whole team of natural disasters! Now it seems that we have a new job. Eliminate a lawbreaker for the true son nobles!"

Surprised voices came from all directions. It seems that everyone present can realize what a whole team of natural disasters is.

Although these birdmen flying in the air have few guys who like them, most of these members are spoiled children of the nobles. They come to the natural disaster army just to find some more comfortable work and entertain their dry hearts.

Killing a natural disaster will cause their parents to summon all their forces to hunt them down, not to mention killing a whole team. Maybe they will offend dozens of new noble forces at once?

Anyway, this madman driving a white motorcycle has only a few days left to live, and even the Blood Mercy Association will not choose to take in these dangerous dead people.

No matter how others have thought of the death of these guys and the miserable state of torture, it still does not affect the conspicuous white motorcycle from becoming the focus of the entire arena. Now no one pays attention to other contestants, and the casino in the dark quickly puts the mark of the white motorcycle on the spikes.

The orcs' space meteorites must not care about these nonsense, they come to the competition to fight. But the massacre bride group can't accept that their vanity is taken away by a kid of unknown origin.

"Turn around! Kill them!"

Aymara clings to the poison disaster with one hand and holds the bloody long blade with the other hand. There is only crazy killing desire and excessive excitement of taking hallucinogens in his eyes.

The fastest and thinnestly armored Poison Disaster, which was at the front of the entire track, flew backwards. Relying on the driver's superb skills and the Poison Disaster's incredible high mobility, this vehicle that squeezed the speed to the limit quickly shuttled among the contestants.

Every flash and erratic movement would crush an unlucky person who couldn't dodge with its gravity blade, or the driver and gunner on the seat would be hooked out by Emala's bloody long blade in an instant, and the two were picked up like goods on both sides of a pole.

Emala twisted her body. She would not choose the simplest and most boring way to kill the enemy. Competition and performance are equally important. She lay on the smooth surface of the Poison Disaster, controlling her body not to slide down at high speed, and then stretched her body as much as possible, posing a difficult posture that humans could never have.

The slender thighs caught the unfortunate ones hanging on the long blades, and closed their heads between the calves and thighs. The smooth, pale, tender legs exuding a faint body fragrance had extremely strong strength and explosive power. Anyone who was locked by the legs would not think about the story of the lower body.

With the force, the sound of the throat being crushed came, and Emala's other foot also stretched up and hung the wound under the head with her toes, not caring about the blood flowing on her body.

Then he used the sharp nails on his feet to peel off the scalp of the head and hung it on his chest.

Such artistic killing obviously made the audience watching the game admire from the bottom of their hearts. They evaluated Emala's actions and kept this creativity in their minds, waiting to use it on their slaves after returning home.

Emala killed the contestants with the standard elegance of the Dark Eldar, mocking those fools who overestimated their abilities with her superb skills and their blood, until she met Irafren who was driving a raider motorcycle.

"Hehe, little girl. You should have a promiscuous party at school instead of learning from adults to attend such a feast. But I swear, I will keep the flesh of your lower body. My driver likes it."

"Oh~ You shriveled old witch~ I think you have become inferior because you are no longer as tight as before? Look at your chest! It's like a water bag!"

"Hehe! Sharp-tongued!"

The Poison Scourge and the Raider motorcycles passed by each other. Elafren controlled the motorcycle and ducked under the Poison Scourge's fuselage. Although she was mocking, it did not mean that she was really stupid. She saw Aymara. How to kill those guys.

The driver of the Poison Disaster also captured Elafren's control movements. Almost at the same time, when Elafren was hiding under the Poison Disaster, she also completed the flip of the vehicle.

Aymara hooked one foot on the mount point of the poisonous disaster, stretched out her body as much as possible, and reached the farthest attack distance. The bloody long blade clenched in both hands danced a beautiful sword flower thought. Attack Elafren.

"You can dodge it!" Elafren gritted his teeth and locked all his attention on the waving blade. His eyes quickly rolled with the light of the blade, trying to avoid this airtight attack. Find a glimmer of hope here.

"Caught!"

Elafren found a gap in Aymara's attack. Although he could save his life, part of his skin and flesh would definitely be scraped off by the old witch. But there is no way, we must break off our arms to survive!

But at this critical moment, a blazing beam of light shot out.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Aimaara's heart. She only relied on one foot hanging on the poisonous disaster to pull her entire body back on the poisonous disaster, and the blade waving in one hand also stopped moving.

Elafren watched Emmara dodge the fatal attack, and then looked back at the white motorcycle that was still chasing her. She giggled, kissed the palm of her hand, and blew a kiss back.

"Why do you want me to save her? Don't you want to see her die?"

"She is my prey! Only I can hunt her!"

"All right."

Poison disaster aircraft