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At this moment, Lin Fang couldn't care about his hidden figure anymore, he just wanted to escape as quickly as possible, even if Lin Fang knew how difficult it was to escape from a congenital sixth-order martial artist, not to mention that he was seriously injured at this time.

But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, Lin Fang will never give up.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Lin Fang's mouth, his left hand covered his chest, and the innate Gang Qi in his body was running.

Running away non-stop for a day and a night had already caused the innate qi in his body to be nearly exhausted, and it was even worse to embark on the road of escape again at this time.

Lin Fang didn't even have time to stop and take a sip of the replenishment solution.

The man in the black trench coat behind him followed closely like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

"Run, run faster, I'm going to catch up." The man in the black trench coat laughed wildly, leaning on the treetops of the jungle, looking down at the fleeing forest below, his vulture-like face flashing with the pleasure of controlling the life and death of others.

Controlling the life and death of others is where the happiness of the strong lies.

The man in the black trench coat laughed, and followed Lin Fang unhurriedly, like a cat catching a mouse, not in a hurry to kill the mouse and then swallow it into his stomach, but with one paw, teasing and playing.

The discovery of an undiscovered mid-level five-grade secret realm made the man in the black trench coat ecstatic.

And now, he needs a game that allows him to let out his pleasure at will.

And Lin Fang in front of him was obviously the toy he chose.

Run, run as hard as you can, and let me see how far you can run in my hands.

Under the woods, Lin Fang's figure kept flashing, because he did not hide his figure, and Lin Fang deliberately fled in the direction of the existence of some mutated beasts in his memory, so Lin Fang's figure was quickly noticed by some mutated beasts.

Lin Anxin clearly knew the gap between himself and the innate sixth-order martial artist, if it was his heyday, Lin Fang didn't dare to say that he could play against the innate sixth-order martial artist, but at the very least, he still had a certain certainty of escaping Lin Fang.

But now, being seriously injured by a blow from the Flame Lion, coupled with a day and a night of running, the innate Gang Qi in the body is insufficient, and in such a situation, if you want to escape from the hands of an innate sixth-order martial artist, the possibility is almost none.

If things are allowed to develop like this, then when Lin Fang is exhausted, it will be the day he dies.

Therefore, Lin Fang deliberately ran towards those places where mutated beasts existed, hoping to attract mutated beasts.

Although Lin Fang couldn't control the mutant beast to attack the man in the black trench coat behind him, it was even more likely that the mutant beast would directly attack him who was now seriously injured.

However, Lin Fang couldn't think of a better way.

If you want to escape the predicament in front of you, you can only muddy the situation, so that Lin Fang has a chance to escape.

However, Lin Fang was soon disappointed, only to see that the mutant beasts that were startled by him roared angrily at Lin Fang after discovering that Lin Fang had entered their territory.

But soon, the roars of the mutated beasts died down, and all the mutated beasts burrowed into the jungle and hidden.

Even Lin Fang, who was fleeing, was dumbfounded, but soon Lin Fang sensed the problem.

The man in the trench coat behind him exuded a powerful aura that belonged to an innate sixth-order martial artist at this time, like the sun that suddenly appeared in the night, hot and dazzling.

Such a powerful aura made the mutant beasts terrified.

Although mutant beasts are generally stronger than martial artists of the same level, most of the innate third-order and fourth-order mutant beasts survive in the inner area of this secret realm.

They had no fear in the face of innate fourth-order martial artists, and even innate fifth-order martial artists, but the innate sixth-order martial artists were already able to slaughter them easily.

Survival is the instinct of all creatures, and after discovering a powerful threat, they choose to flee.

This is also a scene that Lin Fang saw.

At this time, the man in the black trench coat who had been hanging behind Lin Fang let out a sneer of disdain: "Do you want to lure the mutant beast to attack me, and then take the opportunity to escape?" It seems that the pressure on you is not enough, I don't try to escape, and I still have time to think about this, in this case, I would like to give you some more motivation. ”

As he spoke, the man in the black trench coat sneered, and then a True Yuan Gun suddenly appeared in his hand.

It belongs to the True Yuan Spear used by the Innate Sixth-Order Martial Artist, and it is specially customized, and it is the only one that is huge, far exceeding the True Yuan Spear used by Lin Fang.

Holding the Zhenyuan Spear in his hand, a smile appeared on the face of the black windbreaker man's Yin Vulture, and then he said loudly to Lin Fang: "I have good news for you, that is, I don't like the Zhenyuan Gun very much, so I don't practice much, and my marksmanship is not good." ”

"But there's also bad news, although the True Yuan Gun is not what I'm good at, however, the power of the Sixth-Order True Yuan Gun is definitely far beyond your imagination, if you accidentally get shot, then ...... game over。 ”

After speaking, the man in the black trench coat raised the True Yuan Gun, and then shot it in front of him.

The man in the black trench coat did not point his gun at the forest, but a big tree more than a meter thick, and saw the real yuan bullet bomb go up.

With a "bump", the ancient tree that had grown for an unknown number of years was instantly cut off from the burst.

There was a "bang" sound, and the tree collapsed.

Lin Anxin, who fled ahead, was shocked.

Such a stout tree was actually broken with one shot, if this Zhenyuan bullet hit a person, even if it was protected by a formation of soft armor, it would be killed on the spot.

"So, run, run as hard as you can, at least let me play a little longer, or I'll be angry." The man in the black trench coat laughed wildly, and as he spoke, he raised the Zhenyuan gun in his hand and shot it at Lin Fang.

Lin Anxin jumped his head, and a strong sense of threat instantly enveloped him, and with a fierce gunshot, Lin Fang instantly activated the power of the innate blood vein Haoyang, and at the same time, the almost depleted innate Gang Qi in his body burst out again, and the Nebula Ghost under his feet rushed forward four or five meters forward.

Hearing a bang, a violent explosion came from four or five meters behind Lin Fang, and the powerful vibration even made Lin Fang's injured internal organs feel a pain.

A huge crater full of one and a half meters wide appeared where Lin Fang had stood before, faintly emitting the aftermath of the explosion.

"Is this the Sixth-Order True Yuan Spear? Damn it. ”

After seeing these in the corner of his eye, Lin Fang gritted his teeth fiercely, and his feet were a little faster.

If this is really hit, let alone the loss of life, I'm afraid there won't even be a complete corpse, and there will be no complete corpse.

The first shot missed, but the man in the black trench coat didn't seem to care at all, and followed behind Lin Fang unhurriedly, laughing, and then raised the Zhenyuan gun, the second shot.

After discovering the terrifying power of the sixth-order True Yuan Spear, Lin Fang not only ran with all his might, but the corner of his eyes focused as much as possible on the man in the black trench coat behind him.

The moment he saw the man in the black trench coat raise his hand, Lin Fang's body moved sideways violently.

Then a True Yuan bullet burst violently where he had just stood, and countless dirt kicked up by the explosion rushed towards Lin Fang, but Lin Fang couldn't care about it anymore.

Run, faster, faster.

Lin Fang's gaze faintly looked into the distance, there was his last hope, if he couldn't even go there, Lin Fang decided to take advantage of the strength to fight back, and fight to the death with the man in the trench coat, even if Lin Fang knew, his chance of victory was even less than one percent.

In the jungle, a game of cat and mouse goes on.

Lin Fang fled in embarrassment, the black trench coat man's vulture had an unbridled smile on his face, and the Zhenyuan Gun in his hand shot terrifying Zhenyuan bullets from time to time, hitting Lin Fang to dodge left and right, which was extremely difficult.

But fortunately, as the man in the black trench coat said, his marksmanship is indeed not good, dozens of shots, not a single shot hit Lin Fang, not even the edge.

However, every time the aftermath of the explosion of the True Yuan bullet made Lin Fang's seriously injured internal organs even worse, and more and more blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, if he didn't treat it quickly, I was afraid that there would be sequelae.

But at this moment, how could there be time for Lin Fang to heal his injuries, he didn't even have a chance to drink a sip of basic replenishment solution.

Damn it.

Just chased and fled, and nearly an hour passed.

The smile on the face of the man in the black trench coat behind him finally began to retract, and a grim smile appeared on the vulture's face: "Little mouse, it's really surprising that you can still run after running for so long." ”

"However, Young Master Ben has played enough, you can go to death."

The man in the black trench coat narrowed his eyes, put away the True Yuan Gun in his hand, and then the speed under his feet increased sharply, which was nearly half higher than before.

In the blink of an eye, he shortened almost half of the distance between him and Lin Fang, and he saw that he could catch up with Lin Fang in a few seconds, and then, under the hands of an innate sixth-order martial artist, an injured innate fourth-order martial artist, how much resistance could he have?

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer behind, Lin Fang gritted his teeth fiercely.

If you can't escape, then let's fight.

Even if you die, you will have to pay the price.

However, just as Lin Fang was about to reflexively meet the enemy, a bright light suddenly appeared in the woods in front of him.

Lin Fang, who was about to stimulate the power of the talent bloodline Haoyang and use the recovered talent bloodline trick Long Yin to surprise the man in the windbreaker behind him, suddenly flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes, and then the innate Gang Qi in his body ran to the limit, and the Nebula Ghost Step under his feet was a few points faster, and then his whole body instantly rushed towards that bright place.

Rushing out of the woods, there is a meadow, in the middle of the wide meadow, a tall Bodhi tree grows alone, and four golden Bodhi fruits are still hanging quietly on the Bodhi tree.

And under the Bodhi tree, the fiery red figure was still lying quietly.

After Lin Fang rushed out of the woods, another figure rushed out after him.

The sudden appearance of a large patch of grass in the jungle made the man in the black trench coat slightly stunned, he glanced at the forest fang standing in front of him, and then quickly attracted his eyes to the huge tree in the middle of the grass.