Xingchen held the fish intestine sword in his hand, and his right eye turned into a heyan, which was extremely strange in the eyes of middle-aged people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Didn't go berserk? Good luck.

If the current Xingchen enters a state of rage, although his combat power will increase dramatically, but in the face of unknown telekinesis ability, if he loses the ability to think and analyze, the situation will be even more unfavorable, so Xingchen is a little happy in his heart.

Xingchen looked at the long knife in the middle-aged man's hand, and felt a little uneasy in his heart,

Is it embodied? A long knife made with telekinetic powers. Generally speaking, the weapons embodied by those who have manifested telekinesis will have some abilities attached, so try not to let the knife cut it.

Although he did not enter a berserk state, with the bonus of the Fish Intestine Sword, Xingchen's qualities were already similar to those of ordinary telepathic people.

A few wisps of black qi condensed on the fish intestine sword, and Xingchen gently swung the sword, and the black qi on the sword slashed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's figure flashed, avoided the black qi, and quickly rushed towards the stars, the long knife in his hand gradually turned golden, and slashed towards the stars.

Xingchen took a few sharp steps back, and according to his experience, he should be out of the attack range of the long knife, but suddenly a golden sword light flashed in front of him, and only a pitch black remained in Xingchen's eyes.

Made, this sword also has a flashbang effect?

Xingchen scolded secretly, but his body quickly retreated, and the power in his hand was poured into the fish intestine sword, and he was cut into two pieces just by waiting for the middle-aged man to approach.

Left!

Xingchen felt the sound of a long knife cutting through the air on the left, and swung the fish intestine sword with all his strength to slash to the left, and then continued to retreat......

As soon as Xingchen took a step back, he felt a slash in his back, and the pain stimulated Xingchen's nerves.

What's the situation?

Xingchen turned around and swung a sword behind him, but just turned around and was slashed twice in the back.

Two knives?

Xingchen clearly felt three wounds on his back that were stimulating his nerves, and he was very sure that they were two cuts! And it's cut at the same time!

Another knife? Damn, it's still dark in front of you.

At this moment, Xingchen distinctly heard the sound of knives slashing at him all around him.

How many knives are there?

Xingchen rushed forward quickly, dodged one hand, and after flying with his sword, two scars were cut on his back again.

Xingchen's eyes gradually saw a glimmer of light, although it was still a little blurry, but he could vaguely see that there was a waste pile in front of him.

Xingchen was overjoyed, turned and retreated, his back against the scrap heap, and the short sword in his hand, ready to deal with the plural long knives of the middle-aged man.

To Xingchen's surprise, all he saw was a middle-aged man holding a long knife in front of him who was rushing towards him quickly, the golden long knife in his hand was still so dazzling, but there was no imaginary scene of multiple long knives floating in the air ready to stab him at any time.

However, the pain caused by the five scars behind him reminded Xingchen that what happened just now was not an illusion, and he clearly felt at least four knives just now, why did they all disappear now?

Xingchen was a little puzzled, but seeing that the other party's glittering long knife was about to slash at him again, Xingchen quickly closed his eyes and jumped back onto the scrap heap.

Then Xingchen felt a chill coming from his back,

Not good!

Just when Xingchen felt bad, Xingchen felt a sharp pain in his back,

Six knives!

Xingchen turned his head and opened his eyes, and what he saw was a familiar scrap pile, and there was not a shadow of a knife.

How so? Gone......

Xingchen jumped forward and jumped off the scrap heap, looking back and waiting for the middle-aged man,

When I opened my eyes, there was no knife, or the knife was gone, so the long knife was to put me blind, one, two, four, six...... Every time I successfully attacked me, the number of knives increased, but the one in the middle-aged man's hand was different, that is, at the beginning, he had a golden knife in his hand, and when he closed his eyes, a knife appeared...... I see.

In this case, it would be nice not to close your eyes.

Xingchen probably understood what was going on,

So next,

Xingchen saw the middle-aged man standing on the scrap pile, the golden long knife in his hand shining in the sun, very dazzling.

Xingchen defiantly gave the middle-aged man a middle finger,

Although the middle-aged man didn't know what Xingchen's gesture meant, his intuition told him that it definitely didn't mean surrender.

So, the middle-aged man jumped off the scrap pile with a long knife in his hand and slashed directly at the stars.

Xingchen quickly removed a piece of cloth from his black clothes and tied it to his eyes, so that the scene in front of him was covered with a layer of black shadows, especially the golden long knife, which had a lot less impact on himself, although it affected his vision a little, but it was enough.

Xingchen held the fish intestine sword and rushed towards the middle-aged man......

Half an hour later, the fish intestine sword passed through the heart of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man fell,

In fact, twenty minutes ago, the middle-aged man's telepathic ability was not enough to support the needs of the long knife, and the long knife disappeared.

But just when Xingchen thought that he was in control, a strange pattern appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and then, the middle-aged man's physical strength has recovered a lot, and all ability values have increased significantly, however, fortunately, the ability to read has not been replenished, otherwise Xingchen can only run away, but relying on this state, the middle-aged man and Xingchen beat each other for twenty minutes, yes, the middle-aged man has no weapons, just relying on his fists, he has a deadly spirit, completely ignoring Xingchen's attack, and this novel is almost over.

At the moment when the middle-aged man fell, the eyes of the man who was still playing with something in the mansion also showed this pattern, and blood flowed down the corners of his eyes......

"Second time...... the man whispered, but he could feel the anger in his tone.

Xingchen found a place to rest for a while, and after stopping the bleeding, he went back to his place of residence.