"Squat, if I don't let you get up, don't get up. ”

Happy closed his eyes slightly, and silently reminded Qin Qian.

Qin Qianyu, who was originally inexplicably insulted, seemed to have received a holy decree, squatted down decisively, clasped her hands on her knees, buried her head deep between her legs, and tried her best to hide herself.

A raging anger ignited in his chest, and his spiritual power perception that was wider and wider than usual spread out with all his might, and he had to touch the edge of this space first.

There were no other creatures here, and even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power could catch his attention.

Happy body was slightly in the air, and Tianque had already been called out, and was held in his hand by Happy and carried obliquely.

The surging scripture energy was silently infused into the sky, and the faint gold of the sky was getting brighter and brighter, gradually replacing the dim white light around it to become the largest light source, and the full sword light was getting longer and longer, and the range that could be illuminated was getting bigger and bigger.

"Hmph, you think the sword can light up this space?" the spirit paused abruptly in its high-speed movement, scoffing at the stupid behavior of happily casting the sword.

This is the moment that I am happy to be waiting for.

The spread of perception has searched the surrounding space twice like a plow.

Filtering back and forth, happy to be amazed by the spirit's combat experience and control of speed.

The body moving at high speed will unconsciously emit a small amount of spiritual power, and it will take time for the spiritual power to return to its normal thinness in contact with the air, and this short time that can be calculated in microseconds is likely to reveal your position.

No matter how fast the so-called body method is, there are traces to follow after all, and this is the truth.

Got you!

The corner of his mouth smiled evilly, and Tianque instantly raised it to the top of his head.

Sinking his waist and back, with the strength of his arms, he happily rushed to the direction he had just perceived, and couldn't help but say that it was a sword!

The dazzling sword light streaked a golden light in the gray space, illuminating the darkness along the way.

After a flash, the space returned to calm.

Xingxing's suspended body was slightly twisted, his ears were moving, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were rotating left and right, and the method of combining the five senses with spirit perception was of course more efficient than pure perception.

Moreover, under the subtle perception just now, Xing Xing had already discovered the weakness of this spirit body, which was known for its speed.

His body is not smooth enough, and every time he changes directions, he will stay unconsciously, although he tries his best to cover it up with speed, but under the perception of happy perverts, there is nothing to hide.

Happy to silently calculate the trajectory of the spirit in his heart.

Since the speed of the sword can't catch up with you, then I'll cut all the directions where you might move!

Happy let out a long breath, twisted his twisted body hard, and reflexively turned in the opposite direction just now!

No, not enough distance!

The slowly moving prayer wheel was happily stopped again.

The warp wheel has had the experience of being forced to stop once before, and this time it is already familiar with the road, and the attached scripture energy is happily rushing towards the sky.

The already bright and dazzling sword light skyrocketed here, and the coverage area was greatly increased.

As soon as the light of the reflexive sword fell, he changed his position again and slashed a sword on the left and right.

Happy and desperately urging the energy of the scriptures to transfer to the heavens, he wanted to seal all possibilities of the spirit's movement in the shortest possible time.

A shiny cross slash unfolded with Joy as it unfolded, and his body began to shift to accuracy at a small angle, with no regularity and no direction, and Joy was experimenting with his feelings.

The calculation of the direction of the body is a very complicated kung fu, and at the beginning, under the perverted training of Lao Dingtou, in order to complete the task that seemed to be impossible to play, Xing had to use his brain to analyze where Lao Dingtou's ubiquitous ring ruler would come from.

Gradually, he developed his own unique insights into the analysis of body methods.

However, when applied to actual combat, the consumption of brain power is quite huge.

And even if you can calculate the approximate direction, you need to have a speed that can match the execution.

Happy is confident in his speed, but the spirit on the other side is not bad.

After carefully analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of both the enemy and the enemy, I happily chose the most stupid but also the most effective method.

He needs to be fast enough to achieve full coverage within the attack range!

In other words, one sword becomes ten thousand swords, and the same should respond to all changes!

This has proven to be a very effective approach.

The spirit body panicked, he played with joy with a teasing mentality, watching happy and stupid sword slashing out, his heart was already happy.

He has a cat-and-mouse feel, grabs you, doesn't kill you first, plays with you, ravages you, and kills when he's had enough.

In fact, he deliberately exposed his flaws to Glare, in order to test how much energy this human really has.

Facts have proved that playing with fire will sooner or later lead to self-immolation.

Happy is a solid eye, and he chooses to solve this kind of problem that cannot be accurately grasped in the most stupid way.

The speed and power of the next few swords have increased significantly.

And this pervert is speeding up again.

Seeing that Xing Xing is like a tireless cutting machine, slashing out one by one from all angles of front, back, left and right.

The spirit's already active speed had to be controlled to descend, as he found that his range of movement was getting smaller and smaller.

There are many movement options for flexible body movements, so there is a lot of options for the next point.

However, the glad sword seemed to be able to predict his movements.

Faster and faster, more and more accurate.

The speed of the sword was almost sealing all his movements.

The sword light in the sky had gradually formed a golden light curtain at this moment.

The light curtain shrouds the joy of diligence.

The more happy you are, the happier you are, and the more you split, the more comfortable you get.

The joy at this moment is already a habitual way of drawing the sword, and he no longer calculates the direction, but only relies on instinct.

His instincts told him where to slash with his next sword.

The spirit is in a panic.

There were already two swords that grazed his body, the sharpness of the sword ruthlessly showed its power, and the violent scripture energy mixed with the beating arc scraped the surface of the spirit body with bursts of stinging.

He sensed danger.

The body that was in a lot of trouble was already moving passively at the moment, and it could only look for the blind spot of the happy sword to dodge.

He used to be teasing and happy, but now he feels like he is being led by the nose by others.

The vast sword light continued to flash in front of and behind him, and the spirit body fled in confusion.

But he always firmly believed that when manpower was exhausted, such an unscrupulous sword would not last long for the gods to descend to earth.

He struggled to keep his body moving, trying to spend time trying to rejoice.

In fact, his idea is right, the seemingly stupid way of fighting is a huge drain on energy.

Happy had already drained seven or eight tenths of his body's energy to maintain the sword, and his hateful teeth rattled.

He's gambling.

A strong premonition supported his seemingly unreasonable nonsense.

You can also make ten swords!

Kill him within ten swords!

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3......

His happy face began to flush from the overdraft of energy, his hair was now scattered, and his crazy eyes were bloodshot.

"Come out for me!" happily roared uncontrollably, leaving only the last bit of energy, the last bit of hope.

Tian Que once again unreservedly struck a sword in a direction that he had passed through countless times!

The sword that almost wanted to pierce the void fell from the sky, and the scripture energy that was one meter wide poured down, standing below, there was a sense of being smashed by hail.

The spirit's eyes widened in horror, and the sword was less than three feet above his head, and in less than a second, he would hit him head-on.

The surging scriptural energy had already made the spirit body tremble, and the mutual restraint was vividly embodied at this time.

Beads of sweat appeared on the spirit's face, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he prepared to say something, but he was too frightened to say anything.

Happy body is already at the end of the crossbow at this moment, just wait for this sword to return in vain, and then try his best to cut out the last sword.

"Spare your life!"

A cry of terror echoed throughout the space, and a muffled echo echoed around the emptiness.

Happy stopped his movements at the moment he heard the shout, he won the bet, and the great pleasure diluted the depression in his heart, but stopping the movement of this sword exhausted all the little energy left in his body.

The suspended body landed in an instant, and he fell firmly on his stomach.

There were three violent wheezing sounds in the air.

The spirit finally shouted at the moment when the sword was on the ground, he only felt that some organ wanted to break out of his chest, and the great pleasure of escaping death made his chest rise and fall faster, he just wanted to breathe greedily at the moment, although breathing didn't seem to be of much use to a spirit.

Xing Xing kept his stomach on the ground and tried to move his fingers, but he was disappointed by a heavy feeling of soreness.

The only one in the audience who still has the ability to act is Qin Qianyu.

Raising her head, adjusting to the darkness after the golden mang's disappearance, she saw the joy of lying beside her.

Kneeling and crawling to Xingxing's side, he tried his best to help Xingxing sit up.

At this moment, the weight of Xingxing's whole body was completely added to her body, and she struggled to maintain a happy sitting posture, and her hands were all sweat-soaked clothes.

Happy gulps of breath and turns the slowly recovering glimmer of strength into a sentence,

"Are you still running?"