Li Gan originally thought that this could almost become a battle of the gods, maybe as often described in novels, hundreds of rounds or even days and nights, or as some fantasy novels say, a battle for months.

However, the end of the battle was as fast as it unfolded.

It can be said that everything is beyond Li Gan's imagination, he had fought with this first apostle of the bullnose just now, and just by using the spear of air condensation, he completely blocked the technology crystallization that the technical department was proud of in Li Gan's hand - fidget spinner.

But

When Jiang Zhishan raised his spear and stabbed Franklin at an unprecedented speed, the latter did not even move his position at all, and still maintained the action of "taking out the knife", and then saw his arm flash.

That's right, it's a flash.

With Li Gan's nervous reaction speed, he couldn't capture any details at all, he just felt that Franklin's hand suddenly weakened, and then returned to its previous appearance, if it weren't for Li Gan's bloodline now touching the edge of the high level, he might not even be able to capture the moment Franklin's hand became weak.

Whether that hand had ever moved or not, Li Gan doubted in his heart.

But then, the spear that was as clear as a diamond, the spear that Li Gan had tried his best to crack the tip of, began to shatter inch by inch a few centimeters in front of Franklin's chest.

What the hell is going on? Li Gan opened his mouth wide and subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but it was this rubbing effort, and when he opened his eyes again, the spear had completely disappeared.

Only Franklin, who still kept smiling, and Jiang Zhishan, who looked confused, remained.

"How did you do it?" Jiang Zhishan muttered, his ears, mouth and nose were faintly oozing blood, that shot was a soul oracle that used an air shield to control the air, it can be said that all the spiritual power was infused into the gun.

However, just as he felt that the tip of the spear was about to pierce Franklin's chest, and he could even vaguely feel the aroma of the blood mist being pierced through his heart, a white light flashed.

Jiang Zhishan, or the first apostle, is much higher than Li Gan's bloodline, although he is limited by his body and cannot exert all his strength, but his acuity is definitely at the top of the world.

He clearly saw that it was a fruit knife with a plastic handle, a stainless steel blade, and even a certain light stationery written on it.

This guy really used a fruit knife, how dare he be so arrogant?

Didn't he know that his air spear, which had been condensed to a certain point, was definitely not as hard as corundum?

However, cognition is used to break it, and in Jiang Zhishan's pupils, which are almost constricted into pin-like pupils, Franklin's movements are clearly captured.

He actually used the tip of the fruit knife, which was barely a blade, to tap the tip of the gun three times in a row, and then Jiang Zhishan felt that the spiritual power infused into the body of the gun, like opening the floodgate, was all tilted.

At the same time, countless cracks began to appear on the surface of the originally hard gun, and then the entire gun's body shattered in an instant, as if a bomb had exploded from the inside, tearing the entire spear apart, and then all turned into gas.

"Don't you think it's a bargain when you ask, you're an apostle. Franklin's fingers twitched, and the fruit knife danced like a butterfly, flashing on his fingertips.

"If I can use all my strength, you don't have a chance at all. ”

"Hahaha!" Franklin laughed as if he had heard something particularly funny, holding his finger to his forehead, "Aren't you a god, why are you willing to bow down? Of course I know that even if I kill you today, you won't die." However, in the name of soul hunting, since you try to control this world, then I will definitely kill you. ”

"Mortal! Wishful thinking!" The repeated stimulation almost made Jiang Zhishan lose his mind, and rushed straight towards Franklin.

The battle began again, and it has to be said that the apostle is an apostle after all, even if it is the body of a low-level geist, its strength should not be underestimated. Although Franklin clearly has the upper hand, the apostle who controls Jiang Zhishan's body is completely deadly.

If you want to grab my foot, I'll blow it up, and if you're going to grab my neck, I'll open my mouth to bite. This kind of close-quarters battle is more dangerous than the battle between soul oracles.

No one has the opportunity to release the oracle, and if you have even a few tenths of a second of a distraction, the next moment a sharp knife may pierce you in the heart.

Li Qian anxiously watched the battle between the two, and he couldn't help at all. The movements of the two of them were extremely fast, even if Li Gan controlled the object with his mind, it was nothing more than that, if he wanted to help, I am afraid it would only disrupt Franklin's rhythm.

With a bang, the fists of the two slammed together, and then each withdrew many steps.

Franklin still maintained his personable appearance, but he also wore color on his arm. Several nail marks were clearly visible, and there was even half a broken nail near the wound.

Looking down at his arm, Franklin frowned and flicked the nail away, "You're really desperate, you don't care if it's not your body." ”

Jiang Zhishan smirked, his body had almost turned into a rag pocket, but there was no painful expression on his face.

One arm was torn off by himself, his left leg was broken from the knee down, and only half of his right hand was left with his palm, and the broken bones of the white knuckles were connected by the tendons, hanging there and shaking.

"How do you understand how wonderful pain is. Jiang Zhishan looked at his severed hand, as if admiring some work of art, and as soon as he spoke, more than a dozen teeth fell out, which was shattered by Franklin's hand when he went to bite it.

Then under Li Gan's stunned expression, Jiang Zhishan actually bit on his hand tendons, completely tore off the broken bones, and his face was still filled with a seemingly comfortable expression, and Li Gan had goosebumps all over his body.

"Franklin, I remember the name. Jiang Zhishan spit out the broken bones, and blood flowed from his mouth as he spoke, "I will soon be able to wake up completely, and those who challenge God will wait for my arrival." ”

"I'm not interested in waiting for you, I'm afraid you don't know my Franklin motto, we soul hunters never rest on our laurels, but like to take the initiative. Until you wake up completely, pray that you can escape my pursuit, otherwise, I am afraid that your dream of mastering the world will always be a dream. ”

Franklin's fingers started from the bottom of the fruit knife, and the fingers slashed over little by little, and the blade turned purple, as if a layer of purple flames were burning on the blade.

Jiang Zhishan spit out the blood in his mouth, took a deep breath, and his only remaining purple pupils began to become brighter and brighter, and finally shattered with a click.

At the same time, the air began to gather rapidly around him, and the cyclone appeared in the sky again. This time, the gathering speed was almost faster than when the "sphere" was condensed just now, but it didn't last long.

Because when the air was condensed, Jiang Zhishan's only remaining left arm and legs also began to be annihilated and decomposed, and began to turn into ashes.

This body has been drained of all life by the power of the higher ranks, and even the power of the apostles cannot keep it from breaking.

Since it is no longer usable, it is necessary to fully exert the power of this body.

The so-called soul transfer, the first apostle just poured his soul into the body that originally belonged to Jiang Zhishan. Jiang Zhishan's soul was basically the same as when facing the soul transfer of the First Apostle, as if there was no obstacle. Even if this body was completely destroyed in the end, for the First Apostle, it would only be like a broken garment, and it would not cause him any harm.

Therefore, at this time, the First Apostle did not hesitate to burn all the blood in Jiang Zhishan's body, not even the gray matter, and all forms of chemical energy, biological energy, and the only remaining blood power in the blood were all turned into fuel for the soul oracle.

As a low-level soul oracle, Jiang Zhishan Qiqi has not been able to exert much power in the qi shield in his life, or any soul oracle who is the ability of the qi shield cannot imagine that the soul oracle that is almost at the bottom of this list can also have such great power.

The First Apostle completely abandoned defense, there was no sphere, no shield wall, and all the air that gathered was condensed into a blade. Because the degree of condensation is too high, the originally transparent, colorless, odorless and formless air has become a jewel-like spar with various colors, which is the color of various elements in the air.

"Even if I don't fully wake up, even if it's just a weak puppet, the power of the apostle, where can you imagine?" the First Apostle grinned, his eyes shattered and he couldn't see anything, but the power of his soul was completely locked on Franklin's body.

At this time, the body belonging to Jiang Zhishan was only the part above the chest cavity left, and all the limbs were completely wiped out. As a spar blade was condensed, his skull began to slowly shatter and crack.

"Enjoy God's punishment. ”

Li Gan was completely furious, and although he felt all the blades pointing in Franklin's direction, the extreme fear still made every hair of his hair stand up like an electric shock. Without saying a word, he called Lin Ling and brought Wang Ling and Bingning to a hundred meters away, leaving this battlefield to Franklin.

"That's what it looks like. Looking at the blades in the sky, Franklin actually laughed again, without a trace of nervousness at all, as if he was watching an anime movie.

I don't know which blade was the first to launch, or if all the blades attacked at the same time without warning, and the blades formed by the condensation of thousands of online air, with the momentum of thousands of volleys, all stabbed at Franklin.