Everything happened too fast, it can be said that Pound was not expected at all, and Pound could not even determine the most basic guess about the identity of the character in front of him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This man was very powerful, and his offensive was even more frenzied, and in a way, he was like a hunter waiting for his prey to appear, and he did not appear in the crowd until Pound was so weak.

On the side, the Shadow Guard has the intention to rescue Pound, but many Xianbei warriors are still in the middle of them, not allowing them to move at all, for this group of people, killing Pound is the most important thing, only when Pound is dead, they can escape from here, otherwise, in the end, they will only be killed.

The master didn't expect his attack to be missed, and he stopped in place to look into the depths of Pound's eyes, a light called curiosity refracted.

In order to validate their ideas.

Turning around, the master raised his left arm and threw a punch.

At this time, the master waved out his arm, like a boulder bursting into the sky, for Pound, this power has surpassed the general momentum, no one can escape under the attack, and it is also a seriously injured Pound.

Pound struggled to dodge.

Stopped, and the master flicked the whip leg over.

Pound narrowly avoided it.

This seemed to be an extremely simple few dodges, but it cost Pang nearly half of his strength, because later, the master's attacks became more and more agile.

Especially the whip leg, it actually violated the laws of the human body to attack Pound in an extremely tricky posture, if it weren't for Pound's rapid rotation of his brain domain at the last moment to determine the range of the master's attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Pound, who had once again dodged the master's attack, was able to breathe, and he relied on this short time to begin to analyze these attacks.

Why is the power depleted so quickly? Even if it's related to quickly calculating the opponent's attack, it can't consume nearly fifty percent of its strength!

Wait a minute...... Could it be that the strength of the other party has reached this point?

Trying his best to recall the every move of the master he had been in contact with before, Pang De was surprised to find that every time the master approached half a meter, his pressure would increase exponentially.

It's a feeling that can't be described in words, for Pound. The strength of the other party has exceeded his own cognition.

Thinking of this, Pang De frowned and stared coldly at the master.

After encountering adventures, he entered the martial arts. With this talent to kill many enemies, the master at this time undoubtedly has invincible strength, this time against Pound, he has the confidence to win, but. I didn't expect the time to take so long!

No one knows better than the master what the price Pound paid after dodging his own attacks,

But what if you haven't given up yet? It's like throwing a dingo into a river, and every time it climbs up and throws it down, and a few times it tries to survive, but there will always be a time when it is exhausted and sinks to the bottom.

He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of the fate of others, the only hobby he had since he gave his life for Xianbei!

For this group of Xianbei people, they are like the craziest hounds, they have lost their human conscience and mercy except for killing.

They don't have any good intentions, they do. It's just the madness and domineering that exist in the heart.

At this time, when facing Pound, he didn't have the slightest emotion in his heart that he felt helpless because his comrades were killed, and some were just the most basic insensitivity.

Compared with Pound, who believes in himself or not, the master surprisingly believes in fate.

He attributed all his misfortunes to fate.

The tragic death of his father when he was young, the suicide of his mother when he was growing up, the hands that guided him to kill his stepfather, and finally took refuge in the king's surroundings, for the master in front of him, it no longer matters what his surname is, there is only one important thing. That is, how can he kill the man in front of him who has brought Xianbei too many difficulties.

This one thing after another, the masters regard it as the arrangement of fate.

The tragic death of his parents is fate, and he is destined to become a military general. Dedicating one's life to Xianbei is also fate!

The master will not forget, it is because he has no strength that his family will die tragically, so it is precisely because of this that the master will wander in the killing day and night. He wants to prove his worth with his own strength.

Fate is the driving force for him to move forward, and only those who truly understand fate will gain the power that others cannot understand!

Since his life is in the hands of fate, he is the spokesperson of this heaven and earth.

Those who go astray and defy fate have no choice but to die!

He likes to see the despair of others when they are dying, and he likes to listen to the wailing roars of death, and the feeling is like a cannibal poppy that makes him addicted.

This kind of psychology seems to have become a kind of deformity, for the master, whether it is Pound or the Xianbei warrior on the side, it is just a substitute for his bad taste.

Only at this time can the master find the value of his own existence, and only then can the master really tell the world that he is a person, a living flesh and blood, and only at this time will the master show his most terrifying skills and will to fight.

He will not let others despise him like this, because only by killing the other person will others obey his words.

The master suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were cold.

Deep in the apathy is the numbness of looking at the dead.

Even if Pound dodged his attacks several times, in the master's heart, he only thought that this was the faint brilliance of the wild dog's last bloom for life.

He worships despair, so he likes to give hope.

The moment that killed hope made him obsessed.

At this moment, Pound was also deeply aware of his crisis, only to see Poundson slap his arm coldly, and form a rotating tornado with the iron rod in his hand in mid-air, whistling and rolling mixed with the surrounding stones and dead leaves, dragging a comet-like white light tail, and shooting towards the master like a cannonball!

At a moment, Pound didn't dare to have the slightest arrogance, for him, the master in front of him seemed to give him too much oppression and panic, he tried to pull back a game from this situation, so he had to use weapons, only in this way, he could get the final victory.

Just when the master thought that Pang De would die unwillingly after all, he didn't expect that the other party would have such a means!

It might hurt you!

I even had the idea of escaping!

Face or avoid?

These two emotions are so strong, but they are so unstoppable, his pride can't make him make concessions, so it is difficult to restrain his impulse, he wants to try whether he can block Pound's fierce attack head-on! (To be continued.) )