In the remote suburbs, an abandoned factory occupies a large position, and the factories that have not had time to be demolished are quite badly damaged, and the gates of each factory are also rusty and crooked, and the nearby is overgrown with weeds more than half a person high, which is very barren. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the silence, there was a rampant smug laugh coming from a workshop.

"Hahahaha! I said I'd win! Look! I'm going to win! None of you can surpass me! Can't! ”

The machine that had been in the workshop had long since been emptied, leaving only a few traces, but it was also covered in a thick layer of dust, but now there were two rows of footprints, Fei Rong, who was holding a blood-stained short knife in one hand, stood at the end of the footprints and laughed wildly, and at his feet, there was a man with wide eyes and a pool of blood, motionless.

That was the last place to overtake the non-convergent riders.

With the four people who died before, even if Fei Rong can't participate in the last race, there will be no one else in this season's track competition who can match his remaining results.

Fei Rong laughed happily and couldn't help but wave his hand holding the knife, just as the champion who stepped out of the car waved to the spectators cheering for his victory.

Blood fell from the knife and dripped onto Fei Rong's bright smiling face.

"Hey."

A deep voice sounded in the space that was originally only echoing laughter, and Fei Rong's laughter stopped abruptly, and he suddenly turned his head to look over, and saw Liu Yuanhua walking in step by step.

The unforgettable figure made Fei Rong's fierce gaze tremble slightly, like a frightened beast.

Raising his hand and drawing his sword out of thin air, Liu Yuanhua smiled coldly, took a step forward, and he appeared in front of Fei Rong incredibly, who was still far away. only had time to use the short knife in his hand to take a sword from Liu Yuanhua, and Fei Rong saw Liu Yuanhua's cold eyes.

"This time, don't even think about escaping again."

The deep voice was like a belated start signal, and Liu Yuanhua's offensive immediately unfolded.

In the previous two battles, Fei Rong couldn't get the slightest favor from Liu Yuanhua, and now in the face of Liu Yuanhua, who is in a worse mood and has a heavier hand, how can he be an opponent? It didn't take long for Fei Rong to be unable to parry, and at this time, Liu Yuanhua hadn't even used spells, but had been fighting him hand-to-hand with the sword in his hand.

Without thinking about it, he knew that this situation was quite bad, Fei Rong's eyes turned, and he suddenly increased his strength to block Liu Yuanhua, and he took the opportunity to run quickly to the gate of the factory.

Originally, he was very far away from the gate of the factory, and it was estimated that he would be hit by Liu Yuanhua with a spell before he ran to the door, but in the process of fighting, Fei Rong, who was barely supporting, had been deliberately moving slowly in the direction of the gate, so now he only needed to take a few steps forward to rush out.

When he got outside, he opened the gate of the factory, as long as he bought a moment, Fei Rong was sure that Liu Yuanhua would not be able to catch up with him.

Of course, Liu Yuanhua saw Fei Rong's intentions, but he didn't catch up, nor did he throw out the spell angrily, but smiled coldly.

Bang!

A dull and huge crashing sound sounded, and at the same time, a yellow light swept through the empty door, and Fei Rong flew back at a more ferocious speed than castration, Liu Yuanhua even turned sideways and gave way, just watching Fei Rong Zheng fall to the center of the factory, stirring up a lot of dust.

"Oh, it seems to be a little more powerful, it seems that now I can't even control the 'magic circle' accurately?"

Looking at the blue fox who walked in with a distressed face as he said this, Liu Yuanhua hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled happily.

"No, it's just right."

"Huh? Is it? ”

Tilting her head in confusion, the fox's eyes were attracted by Fei Rong who was struggling to get up, so she straightened up and said to Fei Rong seriously: "I have already laid a magic circle outside, and 'strange' can't enter or exit, Mr. Fei Rong, you better cooperate with us." ”

Looking at Canghu and Liu Yuanhua, who were approaching step by step, Fei Rong moved back a little bit, the short knife in his hand became tighter and tighter, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped.

"You guys...... One by one...... Do you have to get in my way?! ”

In the roar, Fei Rong's expression twisted violently, and the darkness around his body suddenly expanded, followed by a shrunk inward, completely enveloping Fei Rong's body, and only his roar could be heard uninterrupted, and the silhouette of the human being under the darkness was twisting and changing a little.

The severe pain invaded, and the fox had to squint his eyes, but he could not hide the astonishment in his eyes.

"How could it be...... In just half a day, how could he go directly from 'Grade D' to 'Grade C'? It's like ......"

didn't say the second half of the sentence, Canghu just stared at the twisted darkness, pursed his lips and spoke to Liu Yuanhua in a deep voice.

"Yuanhua, I have to set up a new magic circle, you help me stop him, don't let him touch you." As she spoke, she pulled out eight old bamboo sticks, and added, "Eight steps, must not be allowed to go beyond eight steps." ”

After saying that, the fox leaned forward.

As if sensing someone approaching, the writhing darkness suddenly stopped, and then it suddenly broke open, and a tall black humanoid monster pounced on the fox, leaping high and raising its cold claws at the head.

The sound of "dang" sounded, the horizontal long sword held the sharp claws, and Liu Yuanhua's cold face was reflected in the bright red eyes, "Fei Rong" immediately jumped back, obviously a little jealous of him, and chased after the fox with a low roar, but before he could touch her, he was stopped again by Liu Yuanhua in a few steps.

Even though he was jealous of Liu Yuanhua, he was impatient with "Fei Rong" after such a repetition, so he temporarily turned his attention away from Canghu and turned to Liu Yuanhua.

Today's "Fei Rong" can no longer be equated with the person before, not only has his appearance changed dramatically, but his speed, strength, and agility are far beyond before, when the attack is avoided by Liu Yuanhua, the sharp claws of "Fei Rong" will leave deep claw marks on the concrete floor, and even lift it up with a large piece of cement and smash it over, bringing the sound of whirring wind. In this regard, Liu Yuanhua usually dodges and dodges, only when the cement smashes in the direction of the fox, he will use the sword in his hand to smash it a few times, and at the same time change the position so as not to implicate the fox, "Feirong" is naturally in hot pursuit, and soon the ground in that range is destroyed to the point that it is not visible.

Ignoring the battle situation in front of her, Canghu was engrossed in holding the sign with one hand and chanting in a low voice, and soon a detailed pattern appeared on the bamboo stick, like some kind of text, she immediately inserted the bamboo stick to the ground, and the solid cement ground made shallow ripples at the moment when the bamboo stick touched, like the surface of the water, and the bamboo stick sank smoothly, leaving only one-third outside.

After a few steps, she stopped and pinched a stick with one hand, chanted in a low voice, and then saw a similar pattern appear on it and inserted it into the ground again, and then got up and adjusted the direction to move forward.

The same action was repeated eight times, and when Canghu inserted the last stick, she didn't get up immediately, but chanted a sentence in a low voice, pointing her finger at the head of the stick, and calling softly.

"Yuanhua!"

Liu Yuanhua, who was fighting with "Feirong", immediately pulled out and flew back, "Feirong" was stunned for a moment and chased after him with a low roar, but Canghu's finger was already on the head of the sign.

The shallow light lit up from the pattern of the bamboo sticks, and the faint light was like an insurmountable barrier that made the "non-melting" that rushed backwards, and at the same time, I saw that the other seven sticks also lit up, and the misty white light connected eight bamboo sticks and spread them out on the broken ground.

Exactly a white gossip.