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Fang Xiao grabbed the tail end of the spear and adjusted the height of his air to a subtle position, which was just enough for Pulan's sword to slash Fang Xiao, while Fang Xiao's spear could attack Pulan again and again.

And Pu Lan had to continue to use the various magic scrolls he had prepared against Fang Xiao, but after all, using magic scrolls was not like using his own magic, it was difficult to accurately control the direction of the magic, and Fang Xiao's body in the air was strange and agile, and it was easy to dodge these magic spells one by one.

"Tsk! What a fortune! ”

Fang Xiao waved his pitch-black wings again, raised his position, and crossed his spear to his side, looking down at Pu Lan below.

At this time, Pu Lan had to stop, his face was gloomy like water.

Because Fang Xiao's current position can't touch him at all!

It's not that Puran doesn't have the means to attack from a distance, but it's all light magic, and it's not a threat to Fang Xiao at all.

"Why don't you continue to attack? Is there no longer a number of magic scrolls? Under the faint moonlight, Fang Xiao sneered at Pu Lan in the air, and even the temperature of his voice dropped a little: "Don't you tell that this is your last hole card, and you want to kill me with such a small means?" You're thinking so beautifully, aren't you? ”

"Humph!"

It was really all said by Fang Xiao.

The magic scrolls have been used up, after all, they are very expensive things, and Puran can't reserve too much at all, and the value of those scrolls just thrown out is basically half of his savings, and the other half is used for his real hole cards.

Puran once again took out a bottle full of liquid from his arms, but this time he didn't throw it at Fang Xiao, but unscrewed the bottle and poured it into his mouth violently!

If you can't beat it, you can take drugs?

Think beautifully!

Fang Xiao would never give the enemy time to charge up, pose and shout the name of the move, and he rushed towards Pu Lan with his possession, and the tip of the spear rushed straight to Pu Lan's chest!

But at this moment, a huge wave of qi rushed out from Pu Lan's body, directly forcing Fang Xiaosheng back!

A stream of transparent air surrounded Pulan's body, and then slowly converged on the long sword in Pulan's hand.

Looking at this scene, Fang Xiao's pupils shrank, and began to glow with scarlet light, fangs protruded, and mysterious pitch-black lines spread to his face.

Of course, Fang Xiao knew what that transparent air flow was, so he didn't hesitate to open his first-order [Night Dance] transformation.

Attributeless vindictiveness!

Dou Qi is different from magic, magic has innate attributes, because magic itself is composed of various magical elements, but Dou Qi is its own strength, and the attributes of Dou Qi need to be guided!

And the way of guidance is often through the cultivation of Douqi classics that are suitable for one's own attributes.

If it is not guided, the vindictive spirit will become attributeless!

Although the non-attribute Dou Qi does not have the attribute bonus to power, it can highlight the original characteristics of the Dou Qi:

Condense!

However, no one will cultivate the non-attribute Dou Qi at all, although the power of the non-attribute Dou Qi in the early stage is huge, and just by releasing it, it has the power of the fourth-order Dou Qi, but it has a fatal shortcoming: the non-attribute Dou Qi cannot be advanced!

The Dou Qi of various attributes will cause qualitative changes with the accumulation and condensation, and the power of the Dou Qi will also have a huge increase, but the Dou Qi without attributes will not have this change, which will only make the amount of Dou Qi become larger and larger, and further condense.

Therefore, when a person's strength is higher than the fourth order, the attributeless Dou Qi cannot come in handy in battle at all.

Looking at Pu Lan in front of him, whose eyes had turned red because of the increase in the alchemy elixir, Fang Xiao was a little helpless.

It seems that it is because Pu Lan is only suitable for cultivating Bright Dou Qi, so in order to kill me, he forcibly practiced Dou Qi without attributes...

It's only been a year and a half of sword practice, and it's very likely that under the guidance of any classics, he has condensed his own attributeless fighting spirit, a terrifying talent!

This is a real genius, it's just a pity ...

Facing Pu Lan, who was already ready to attack, Fang Xiao's posture began to become strange, he fell to the ground, his pitch-black wings closed in front of him, forming a cone, holding the gun in both hands, the tip of the gun was slightly on the ground, at this time, the body of the gun could no longer be seen, and only a hidden fluctuation could be detected coming from the gun in Fang Xiao's hand.

"Drink!"

Puran shouted, the most accurate Fang Xiao, and swung the long sword in his hand from a distance.

A transparent sword blade formed by the fighting qi between them slashed towards Fang Xiao at a rapid pace!

Now is the time!

Fang Xiao's scarlet pupils shrank slightly, and he was engrossed, and when the transparent blade hit the tip of his wings, Fang Xiao suddenly adjusted the angle of his wings, causing the transparent blade to rub his wings and deflect away!

The piercing sound of friction sounded, only to hear a bang, the transparent sword blade exploded from behind Fang Xiao, and messy qi waves rushed everywhere, because there was no hard air blade with the front of the wings, Fang Xiao's wings were still intact.

The wings had already been unfolded, revealing the black spear in his hand, but at this time, there was a wave of energy, coiling around the black spear!

Raise your hands and shoot!

Quadrangular Heaven

Wind Shape: Piercing the Sky!

A secret fighting spirit, coming from the black gun, is like rushing into the sky!

Airplanes!!!

Puran lowered his head in disbelief, looking at his right thigh, which was directly penetrated into a gap!

Blood was pouring out, and Puran covered his wounds with his hands, but eventually he was exhausted and collapsed...

Looking at Pu Lan who was trembling on the ground, Fang Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, this madman should not come to his own trouble again in the short term.

But it seems that too much time has been lost here.

Fang Xiao didn't say a word, turned around and left.

"Kill me!"

A roar came from behind.

Fang Xiao turned around and saw that Pu Lan, who was lying on the ground, was looking at him with great resentment, his eyes were already bloodshot.

The monstrous hatred seems to have begun to drown everything around it!

Fang Xiao seemed to have changed his mind, and walked towards Pu Lan in silence, watching Fang Xiao slowly approach, Pu Lan roared even more frantically, and the hatred in his eyes became even stronger:

"Kill me! Why don't you kill me! I don't need the mercy of a filthy vampire! Why is there such a filthy race as you in the world! Why is it you and not me who is the one who is the winner of God!! You all deserve to die! Kill me! Burst!!! ”

The tail end of the black spear directly hit Puran's roaring mouth. Blood dripped to the ground, and in addition to the blood, there was also a tooth that fell to the ground.

"Be quiet." Fang Xiao squatted down, looked at Pu Lan, who was full of blood and was speechless, and directly picked up Pu Lan's head and looked directly at those eyes full of hatred.

"You want to kill me, I want to live, I'm better than you, so I won. Don't be like a resentful woman if you lose, God doesn't owe you anything, if you want to complain, just complain that your strength is not enough..."

Fang Xiao let go of his hand, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Pu Lan was still crawling on the ground, speechless, looking at Fang Xiao's distant figure, slamming his fist on the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the empty alley, a dull crashing sound constantly echoes.

It wasn't until the whole hand was dripping with blood and a slight bone cracking sound sounded that Puran stopped.

In the quiet streets, once again, only the lonely self remains...

Thinking of his dead parents, Puran hid his face and wept in the faint moonlight.

This is the magic sword Pran, the last cry in his life....