After saying this, the masked man took two steps back.

He looked at Fan Yecheng's open eyes that were beyond the water, wanting to see the flames in his eyes extinguished. When that time comes, he will not hesitate to kill Fan Yecheng.

After all, an unarmed person may not be easy to kill, but a person whose heart is dead is the best to kill.

However, the masked man didn't see what he wanted to see.

Fan Yecheng's soaked white hand was slightly clenched, and his elbow was pushed up. He stood up trembling in front of the masked man with his hands on the ground.

The mud and sand on his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but he still stood up stubbornly.

He inhaled ho-ho, like a humanoid bellows. His body was in tatters, without half a piece of good flesh on his body, and it looked dull against the mud and sand and the sky.

The only thing that brightened was his eyes.

"Still won't give up?"

The masked man looked impatient: "You still don't understand what I'm talking about, it seems that you are really an idiot by the power of the demon world, like an old man who is dying, before he dies, he only talks about one or two things in his heart and can't listen to other people's opinions." ”

Fan Yecheng was unmoved, the dark power on his body slowly condensed, and the black silk threads gradually wrapped every inch of his skin. His eyes were firm, and there seemed to be a flame from hell in the depths of his pupils. The whole person is ready to go, looking like he is going to fight hard.

"Hmph, it's as stubborn as a donkey. The masked man's voice revealed hopeless information. He beckoned, and the three Scarlet Night Warriors swarmed up, controlling Fan Night City in an instant.

Fan Yecheng couldn't stop roaring, the black energy on his body gathered more and more, suddenly, he shouted, his body swayed with infinite strength, a spin, shook off the three people's sandwich, and then, the black light skyrocketed, straight into the sky.

The sky was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and faintly, there seemed to be a thick black fog, and between the haze, there seemed to be electric flashes.

The masked man looked at the sky, and there was already a gurgling sound in the sky at this time, as if something was brewing in the dark.

The masked man felt a great sense of crisis, he could clearly feel the momentum of Fan Yecheng rising, and couldn't help but scold:

"Stupid pig, you still want to use the power of the demon world, aren't you really afraid of soul destruction and reincarnation?"

Fan Yecheng didn't answer, he was now one with the sky, and his entire body was filled with explosive dark power. But he is waiting, waiting for a decisive moment.

But the masked man didn't want to wait any longer, and he beckoned three of his men to go down and kill him.

Thundered!!!

There was a flash of thunder in the sky, and the three second generation of Scarlet Night Warriors rushed towards Fan Yecheng with their swords, and Fan Yecheng jumped to the side, and his hands turned into two long knives again.

With a flash of thunder, Fan Yecheng rushed towards the three Scarlet Night Warriors. He ducked down to dodge the oncoming horizontal knife, slashed the left leg of one of the Scarlet Night Warriors, and then carried another Scarlet Night Warrior out.

The thunder flashed three times, Fan Yecheng's ears moved slightly, and an iron plate bridge dodged one knife, and another rolled to dodge the next two knives. The knife in his right hand gathered the dark power and flicked it down. The sword light that was several meters long flew away. The three of them hurriedly raised their knives to block it, only to hear a "boom" sound, and as if they were hit by a missile, the three of them flew upside down dozens of meters in unison.

Thunder flashed, Fan Yecheng rushed to the nearest Scarlet Night Warrior at a very fast speed, and the two knives came out together, one up and one down, the upper one hit the chest, and the lower one went straight to the lower yin. The Scarlet Night Warrior subconsciously wanted to block the knife below, but he forgot that he was no longer human, he was a modified test subject, and the bottom was empty, but the knife above took advantage of the situation and cut off his head.

The thunder flashed, and Fan Yecheng threw the body at another Scarlet Night Warrior, who didn't know how to pick it up in a panic, but Fan Yecheng, who was rushed over, took the opportunity to cut it in two.

The thunder flashed, Fan Yecheng rushed towards the last Scarlet Night Warrior, and the two knives came out together, and the Scarlet Night Warrior was injured all over the body, and when the last knife was ready to finish him, there was a sudden great pain in his back, and he turned sideways to dodge it, and it turned out that the masked man was already holding a knife to face him.

Seven flashes of thunder, his body suddenly exploded, and the thick black energy spread like a mist in an instant, enveloping the three of them. The masked man hurriedly stepped back, out of the place where he couldn't see his fingers, but he still couldn't see clearly. But soon, the black fog cleared, revealing only a Scarlet Night Warrior lying in a pool of blood, and a tattered mud floor, not a single hair in Fan Yecheng.

"Damn!" the masked man threw his knife to the ground and scolded, "He should have been asked to erase the memories of those test subjects as human beings a long time ago, leaving only the memories of the battle! No, he has to go back now!"

He took a bottle from his bosom, opened it, walked over to the corpse of the Night Warrior, and poured some of the liquid from the bottle on it, and the corpse suddenly looked like a deflated balloon, shriveled down in an instant, and then disappeared even the skin and blood in an instant.

He did the same, disposing of the corpses of the other two Night Warriors. Then, with a flying footstep, he disappeared into the woods by the night.

And on this land, there are only rice, corn, muddy fields and a group of trembling villagers hiding in their houses.

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Fan Yecheng limped through the woods. He is now extremely seriously injured, the wound on his back is directly cut from his right shoulder to his left waist, although most of it is wrapped in black gas, but there is still a lot of green blood flowing down from his back, dripping on the fallen leaves, "snorting" The fallen leaves seem to have been corroded by sulfuric acid A big hole, recording his course of action.

He walked slowly through the woods, and came to a very small clearing, on which only a thatched hut of ten square meters had been erected. There was a look of relief on his face.

This is his home for three months.

He walked in, and at once he fell uncontrollably on a bed made of thatch, with a rag on it.

He breathed greedily and never wanted to move again.

The black energy slowly repaired Fan Yecheng's body, and although Fan Yecheng thought that this energy was constantly eroding his body, he still let it repair.

Anyway, his body was already terminally ill.

Nor did he want to prolong his life.

But he didn't dare to close his eyes, he was afraid that he would never wake up again as soon as he closed his eyes, and he still had a task in his heart waiting for him to do, which was a task he had set for himself, and although there was no reward, he still decided to do it.

But will he live until tomorrow?

He didn't know.