The violent explosion continued to roar in Yingli's ears, as if he had arrived on a battlefield full of war.

At this moment, he didn't even dare to raise his head, and if he was weak, he was likely to be crushed to death by a chair flying from nowhere.

The explosions were becoming more and more frequent, and when I looked up, I was surrounded by shattered chairs and broken carpets flying in the sky, and the ground exposed a silvery white metal floor.

Fan Night City, who has completely exploded with demonic power, fights with the masked man who has the original genes of the Scarlet Night Warrior at a high level, so that even the metal of the trait cannot resist the fate of being torn apart. You know, if all the metals in this world are classified into S to F according to their hardness, then the metals in this base can be classified as B, while the hardness of ordinary iron can only reach D level.

But seeing Fan Yecheng and the masked man fighting from left to right, everywhere they passed, there were all flying carpets and chairs. Due to the strength of the mutated Fan Ye City, it has the upper hand in the battle. At the moment, he is chasing the masked man.

"Go!"

After seeing the masked man jump to the corner of the lecture hall, Fan Yecheng felt that his opportunity had come. With a wave of his left hand, the long blade on his arm actually broke away from his arm and flew straight towards the masked man. Then, with a few swings of his right hand, he blocked the masked man's escape route.

"Damn it!"

The masked man cursed, but he swung his long knife and slashed at the flying blade.

The knife flashed, and the masked man's hand shook several times, almost not holding the long knife in his hand.

"Hey, that's how powerful the demons are!"

He was stubborn in his mouth, so that Fan Yecheng couldn't figure out his strength.

"Phew, hidden head and tail of waste!" Fan Yecheng stretched out his left hand, white light flashed, and the blade returned to his arm.

"You can't beat me now!"

"Hmph!" The masked man let out a mournful laugh, "I really can't beat you now, but how long can your power last?" do you think you can survive after controlling the demon's power with the power of your soul?"

Fan Yecheng gritted his teeth: "Then you will die before me!" stepped out and began to attack the masked man frantically.

Yingli watched it all from the corner. He was well aware that the masked man was not wrong. Looking at Fan Yecheng's increasingly pale face and the increasingly vigorous demonic power, he knew that Fan Yecheng had indeed spent a great price. Chances are, even if he defeats the Masked Man, he won't see the sun tomorrow.

However, Yingli has yet to see anyone who can harness the power of demons, even if it is to burn his own soul and life. But the moment he saw the battle in Fan Yecheng, he hesitated.

Can people really harness this terrible demonic power?

As time passed, Fan Yecheng's Lian was far paler than the previous second. He had an extremely bad feeling in his heart, it felt like being pressed by a mountain, being pressed by a mountain of knives, and he had no room to escape, so he could only choose to resist head-on. But he knew he wouldn't be able to resist for long.

It can't go on like this!

He bit his tongue and forcibly regained some clarity. Looking at the masked man, it seemed that four figures flashed on top of each other.

"Kill !!!!!!!!"

He raised his hands flat, two sharp blades, one left and one right, his feet off the ground, and his whole body spun rapidly. With each turn, two black-purple swords flew out. Pierced the air in the lecture hall.

In just an instant, the lecture hall was full of black and purple swords, like a monstrous tornado of black and purple, covering the entire space in an instant, and Yingli couldn't raise his head.

It's amazing!

Yingli's body was stuck to the wall and the ground, in front of the steps, not daring to let his body move an inch. He really couldn't imagine what kind of ability the masked man who was closer to Fan Yecheng would rely on to survive. This destructive power is almost as big as the big guys in the sixth game!

Suddenly, the storm cleared, and the walls on all sides had been blown to the ground. The upper and lower floors of the building were displayed in front of them like a sectional drawing. It was as if the entire lecture hall had doubled in size. It's a mess inside and out.

"Uhh

Fan Yecheng couldn't hold it anymore and knelt on the ground.

His hair turned gray, and green blood was constantly lying in his mouth. It looks like an old man, already dying.

He lifted his heavy eyelids and scanned the world with cloudy eyes, as if the people who were about to enter the earth were desperate to remember this last sight.

That guy, you should be damned too, right?

Suddenly, ten meters away from him, there was only a clatter, and a wounded man stood up from the rubble.

"Hahahaha!" he let out a hearty laugh, "Thanks to this thing's firing shield, otherwise you would have died at the hands of you, a monster!"

He stretched out his hand, and a blue ring lay in his hand. The ring has lost its luster and looks just like a normal ring. Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous thing would actually affect the situation of this life-and-death battle!

Can't even that kill him?

Fan Yecheng was weak for a while, and fell into the ruins.

The masked man limped over and stood in front of him.

"I won!"

He said to Fan Yecheng.

"You won. ”

Fan Yecheng broke out in a cold sweat and panted.

The masked man looked at him as if he was about to die, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you curious, who is behind this mask and has been fighting with you for three months?"

"Hmph, it's just a villain with a hidden head and tail, there's nothing to see!" Fan Yecheng's words were quite tough.

"But you still lost in the hands of a villain like me today!"

"The gap between me and you is a personality gap. In terms of conspiracy, of course I can't play with you!"

The masked man smiled lightly, "For your sake, I'll take off this mask." After all, we've known each other for a few years. ”

Fan Yecheng's eyes were originally half-open, but when he saw the face behind the mask, his eyes immediately widened bigger than a cow!

"You ......" Yingli, who had just raised his head, also saw his face clearly, and couldn't help but exclaim: "You...... You are Du Chengxi!"

Fan Yecheng was completely stunned.

For countless nights, he could never forget the shouts before he fled the base:

"Brother Fan, leave me alone, go quickly!"

"Fan, Brother Fan, run!"

"Let me go, you go first!"

The screaming kept him awake at night, and every time he remembered it, he hated his incompetence.

I didn't expect it......

"It turns out that all this is fake?"

Fan Yecheng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and even his heart sank.

He suddenly felt an unprecedented exertion, he didn't want to move, he let himself fall into the abyss, just because everything on the shore seemed so unreal. It seems that he will feel the bone-chilling cold when he is on the shore.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Du Chengxi just said softly: "Yes, it's all fake." It's time to end it!" He picked up the knife in his hand and slashed it like Fan Yecheng. At this time, Fan Yecheng no longer had any ability to resist.

Yingli, who was not far away, saw this scene, and his heart was angry, he had never particularly wanted this person he wanted to kill to live at any time!

"Don't!"