Sang Zhefeng felt as if he had been thrown into a giant drum washing machine. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seriously, at that moment, he felt like he was spinning wildly all around him, his eyes were glazed, and his stomach that he didn't know existed had an extremely strong nausea tendency - he really felt as if he was going to die.

What the hell is going on?!

Sang Zhefeng's memory just now was still watching the image of the suspected fallacious memory, and now it has become such a sudden chaos and spin - as long as this alternation is a normal person, there is no way to accept it!

Even if he is Sangzhefeng, he can't adapt so quickly!

At this moment, he felt that his brain was about to be emptied by this dizziness, but at this moment, an extremely strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his mind.

It's as if there's a poisonous snake hovering next to you.

You don't have to guess this kind of thing to know who the hell is doing it!

Sang Zhefeng thought so in his heart.

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When Sang Zhefeng opened his eyes again, the scenery before him changed to the blue sky and the white clouds—and the huge sun hanging in the sky.

Before, when he was in that strange pattern, Sang Zhefeng didn't have a very obvious feeling of the surroundings, but now, Sang Zhefeng obviously has an extremely strong sense of dryness.

That's the temperature that spreads in the surrounding air.

Sang Zhefeng felt his limbs again, but he now felt that his limbs were very stiff, as if they were oppressed by something, and it was difficult to move.

But at the same time, that sense of crisis also came to his heart again.

He didn't have time to think about it, he turned on his magic directly, and forcibly dragged his body to float behind him. Around him, something bright red like a vine spread out, as a secondary movement prop to help him move quickly.

This is something he used in the previous battle against Mokarin, but then he gave up because the goal was too big, and he didn't expect to pick it up again now.

However, before Sang Zhefeng could take two steps with this thing and see the light and shadow around him clearly, he suddenly felt that he had lost his sense of this blood-colored totem. Then the body instantly looked like a sack that had been thrown out, and the ticket flew and ejected in the air.

Sang Zhefeng narrowed his eyes in mid-air, and in his eyes, the blood-red color flashed again, and all the perceptions around him seemed to slow down, showing in front of his eyes little by little.

This is the desert.

Somewhere in the desert, Fallacy was standing below with a hideous smile on his face and an offensive posture, looking up at Sanzhefeng.

Sang Zhefeng didn't doubt that the moment he fell, he would be hit by this guy with extremely terrifying power and speed.

It seemed that the previous offensive had indeed posed a strong enough threat to her - so much so that now she had abandoned the seemingly lofty attacks in favor of the most modest of attacks.

But this is also the mode that Sang Zhefeng has to deal with first--in terms of physical strength alone, this fallacy in front of him is definitely a few grades stronger than him!

But now no matter what he was thinking, it didn't matter, he was caught in this kind of battle, and he had to end it all with this attitude.

He fell, and the fallacy over there also pounced on Sanzhe with a hideous smile.

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At that moment, Sang Zhefeng thought that the fallacy had teleported.

The kind of teleportation that causes short distances with the strength of the flesh has always been disbelieved, because it has exceeded the limits of normal physical definition.

But it is clear that the fallacy ignores that so-called physical limit.

Sang Zhefeng only had time to make the simplest response, and then he was blown away by the fallacy punch.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, but the fallacy didn't stop, but swung his fist wildly one after another, attacking at Sanzhe Feng.

The blood-red light in Sang Zhefeng's eyes couldn't help but be victorious, and the mouthful of blood he had spit out before changed instantly, and at that moment it turned into something that seemed to be on the side of the blood mist, shrouded in fallacy.

"Huh?"

The fallacy couldn't help but muttered in surprise, but her movements slowed down because of the blood mist.

Sang Zhefeng took this opportunity, quickly adjusted his body, and then forcibly flipped his body in the air. Suddenly fell into the sand.

The powerful impact almost thrust his lower body in, but he still stopped his body.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the fallacy over there, spat out another mouthful of blood, and said, "A good punch." ”

"You're pretty good...... "Fallacy slowly rubbed his fists and said, "Use your brain that is beyond the limits of humanity." ”

There was no embarrassment on the fallacy's body, and the dress didn't even have a trace of dust, and she looked at Sang Zhefeng so arrogantly, as if everything Sang Zhefeng had done before was completely useless.

But Sang Zhefeng knows very well that the fallacy is hurt, and it is still a big wound when he receives it.

It's just that the injuries she received weren't on the physical plane.

But it's still hard...... Fallacies have started this kind of completely unreasonable melee combat, and in this case, those things that can alleviate the disparity in strength, such as psychology and philosophy, will be completely useless.

Sang Zhefeng couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth a little bitter, and seeing the fallacies slowly coming over, his mind began to quickly conceive.

There must be some way to solve the current problem, there must be some way...... A certain ...... But what exactly is that? So what is it?

Sang Zhefeng's mind suddenly remembered his previous conversation with something, and it seemed to be an opportunity.

But...... Forget it, it doesn't matter so much.

Sang Zhefeng gritted his teeth, and then began to quickly sketch out a magic array.

Fallacy couldn't help but raise her eyebrows after seeing Sang Zhefeng's movements, and then she quickly appeared in front of Sang Zhefeng again, raising her fist high.

A smile split into the corners of Sang Zhefeng's mouth.

"You're wrong."

Sang Zhefeng said in a low voice.

Then there was a dazzling white glow.