Close to the body?

Zhou Fei instantly judged what he was going to do.

Actually, there is no need to judge.

After all, Wanghuan was desperately rushing towards him.

The distance between the two sides is not too far, just standing on the ice and the other on the water.

Every time Forget's foot touches the water, it will splash a large splash, and the concussive ripples spread out in all directions, bounce back after hitting the ice, and form a new lifting force to help Forgetful accelerate.

In the blink of an eye, he had already deceived Zhou Fei.

Then he found that Zhou Fei was smiling at him.

Forget the slight stunned.

Why is Zhou Fei laughing?

Could it be that what kind of trap can't be achieved?

Forget Huan instantly raised his vigilance to the highest level, and at the same time glanced at his feet.

So far, all of Zhou Fei's attacks have come from below the surface.

It's no wonder that the battle site was ultimately chosen at Suzaku Lake.

With the help of the ice surface, all these "killer moves" can be hidden.

However, Zhou Fei has taken out too many hole cards, and he is a little unbelieving, will this guy's back-up moves be endless?

He is not a god, how can he have so many followers.

After waiting for about three breaths, Wanghuan was sure that there was no problem, and he raised his foot and kicked it.

The smile on Zhou Fei's face did not fade, as if he was frozen on his face, and then he threw away the knife and quickly retreated with his toes against the ice.

The snow drinking knife is also unlucky, and it has been thrown by Zhou Fei three times from the beginning to now.

It feels like it's being given away with a phone bill, and I don't cherish it at all.

If Xue Drinkdao could speak, he would definitely accuse Zhou Fei of his "beast" behavior with tears in his eyes.

When I first got myself, I couldn't wait to wipe it ten times a day, and I called others Britney.

Now new weapons are replaced by weapons, and they are not wiped anymore, and they are still littered everywhere.

It's just a scum master.

Of course, Zhou Fei couldn't hear Xue Drink's "angry reprimand".

He threw the knife and quickly retreated, almost increasing his speed to the extreme, and in an instant he had retreated from the surface of the lake to the pear grove on the shore of the lake.

Forget Huan naturally followed.

He had a sense of anger that he was teased by Zhou Fei, and he had no other thoughts in his mind, and he only wanted to kill Zhou Fei.

As for whether or not he can prove that Zhou Fei is a demon, it is no longer within the scope of Wanghuan's thinking.

Anyway, if Zhou Fei is killed, he will have to become a demon if he is not a demon.

The two entered the pear grove one after another.

Zhou Fei stopped.

The inscription knife strikes again.

Inscriptions were formed in the air and then attached to the pear trees.

The pear trees suddenly became manic, as if they had become essences, and the branches turned into tentacles, and began to whip wildly.

"Sure enough, it's a demon method!" Forget Huan roared angrily: "You still say that you are not a demon!"

Zhou Fei said: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't have knowledge, be careful that I sue you for slander." ”

Forget Huan snorted: "It's not worth it." ”

"Use idioms indiscriminately, deduct ten points. Zhou Fei said.

Forget was stunned.

It's all a mess.

What he said was so imposing, how could it become a deduction of points when it came to Zhou Fei's mouth.

What does it mean to deduct points?

It was a momentary stunned, and a branch slammed into his face, leaving a deep blood mark.

Howling like a wild beast, he grabbed the branch, broke it fiercely, and threw it to the ground and trampled on it desperately.

After venting, Wanghuan continued to rush forward.

However, he has just taken a step, and the change has started again.

The originally hard frozen soil suddenly melted into a swamp, like a beast with a bloody mouth open, biting Wanghuan's legs and dragging him into the swamp.

At the same time, the scuffling branches were twitched.

Forgotten became a target.

Crackled with a pump.

The extremely short anger formed a substantiated flame at this moment, and the whole person of Forgotten Huan burned.

He grabbed a branch, and with the help of the other, pulled himself out of the mire, and then stepped on the branches in mid-air with both feet, and flew forward like a foraging bird of prey.

Zhou Fei narrowed his eyes, and the inscription knife continued to swing wildly.

In fact, he is also a bit of a strong crossbow now.

Continuously performing inscriptions, and they are all high-intensity inscriptions, even if these things have been strengthened by the third senior brother, it is also a huge consumption for Zhou Fei, and now every time he draws an inscription, Zhou Fei feels a sharp pain in his chest like a knife, and blood gushes out of the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, falling down his chin to the ground, and then quickly frozen.

But Zhou Fei also understood that he couldn't stop.

Once you stop, you die.

Now it's not just a contest of strength, it's also a contest of willpower.

"Ahh

His left knee was weak, and the whole person knelt down uncontrollably.

And the inscription, which had taken a great deal of effort to draw, turned into a roaring fire dragon in mid-air.

A dragon head, to be exact.

The fire dragon opened its mouth and bit it down from the top to the bottom.

Behind the forgotten world, the statue of Arhat also resurfaced.

The fire dragon bit the Arhat statue.

At the same time, it shattered and turned into a starry sky.

Forget Huan snorted in pain, his body flew upside down like a torn cloth, and returned directly to the lake, and then skated against the ice for a distance, almost planting in the lake.

At this moment, he is very embarrassed, his body is full of wounds, and there is no trace of the demeanor of a monk, like a beggar on the street.

His aura consumption was extremely high, and he could no longer continue to maintain the defensive barrier on the surface of his body, although none of the injuries caused by Zhou Fei to him were fatal, but there were too many of them, and they still looked extremely terrifying.

Zhou Fei gasped for breath and stood up holding on to the trunk.

He wanted to engrave another inscription and kill him completely.

But he couldn't lift his hand anymore.

The arm that held the scrap inscription knife trembled as if it weighed as much as a thousand catties.

"You can't give up, you can't give up. Zhou Fei walked forward little by little, and several wounds opened on his left arm at some point, and the blood slid down his arm onto the inscription knife, and then fell from the tip of the knife to the ground, pulling out a long blood mark.

Lying on the ice, Wanghuan shook a few times, and also struggled to get up.

His eyes were full of flames, blazing flames of rage.

This battle is too much.

It's not that he lost to Zhou Fei in terms of strength.

Instead, he lost to his inexplicable "cheap" tricks.

The disciples of the academy don't know how to fight uprightly, and all their thoughts are spent on these crooked ways.

The stone pillars before and the current demonized pear tree are all side doors that are difficult to climb into the hall of elegance.

I want to see what tricks Zhou Fei still has.

He'd better do more.

In this way, the identity of the son of the demon king can also be consolidated more tightly. I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~