"But that's not enough, it's not enough to get rid of the rotten fruit。。。。。。 If that's your limit, then I'll have to let you go with your buddies。。。。。。 ”

"You still dare to mention them?!" In Zhao Ying's hollow heart, an uncontrollable anger burst out again, and almost in a breath, her furious figure appeared in front of Zhao Yukong's body, and the power of the immortal seal method had been urged to her limit.

"Snort"

At the moment when Zhao Yingkong had already been bullied, her ghostly figure suddenly paused in an extremely awkward posture, even from a layman's point of view, her pause could only be described as full of flaws.

Of course, Zhao Yingkong would not let go of such a huge flaw, his figure suddenly blurred, and when it was clear again, he was already on the back side of Zhao Yingkong, that is, the blind spot of her attack and defense.

I didn't see any movement from Zhao Fukong, but when he reappeared dozens of meters away, there was another trace of blood on his fingertips.

And Zhao Yingkong, who fell to the ground in the air, had a bloodless face at this moment.

Then one of her arms suddenly slipped straight down.

The slippery arm still clutched the Demonfire Fang.

Blood and cold sweat soaked through her clothes in a very short time.

But Zhao Yingkong did not stop at all, and disappeared into the shadows as soon as he landed.

Barely visible in the eyes of ordinary people, two broken wires of memory fell silently to the ground. This is the reason why Zhao Yingkong suddenly stopped. At the last moment, she used the Flame Fang to cut the wire that almost killed her, but it also left Zhao Weikong with a huge flaw.

Zhao Yingkong, who was lurking, connected his five fingers, sealed the acupuncture points near his wound, and stopped further bleeding, just now it was really thrilling to the limit, if it weren't for a sideways body of Fu Zhi's soul, it would be her head that slipped down now. On the line between life and death, Zhao Yingkong's Shining Spirit Symbiosis was almost about to automatically protect the master, but a recklessness and stubbornness in his heart made Zhao Yingkong suppress it vividly.

But her next situation is not very unfavorable to the extreme, there is only one arm left, how to face this terrible enemy of life and death? Moreover, the pressure of the demon team's rapid approach was like a man's back, and after three minutes at most, she would have to face more than just one Zhao Fukong.

- What should I do?

- What would Wang Yang do if he was here?

- This super speed can already be compared to Wang Yang's teleportation, even if I try my best, I can only protect myself and cannot fight back, and I can feel that he still has spare strength。。。。。。 Is the fourth-order genetic lock really so powerful?

- No, Wang Yang and Wan Wan both said that the Chinese power system is unsurpassed in terms of skills, and the Illusion Demon Body Method is already the leader in light skills, and it is impossible to have a faster one than the Illusion Demon Body Method. Even if it was Shi Zhixuan himself, I was confident that I would not fall behind, but even then I still couldn't keep up with him。。。。。。 In other words, this speed is most likely not due to skill, but to legendary magic。。。。。。 。。。。。。 even closer to the source of life

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Yingkong's eyes suddenly lit up. And her thinking accelerated instantly.

- Because of the disadvantage of speed, the effect of transfiguration and confusion unique to my illusion body method is almost useless, no matter how hard I try, he can accurately lock my position and anticipate the enemy's opportunity first; Every time he struck, he was able to hit my weakest point, and I could only see that I was exhausted by the moves, and the rhythm of the whole battle was completely out of mine.

- Even more terrifying than his speed was that sharp, almost intuitive keen observation, perhaps。。。。。。 He was the strongest genius of the Assassin family in a hundred years.

- In other words, no matter how hard I try, I can't get the upper hand, so is there only one way。。。。。。

"Ahh

Zhao Yingkong suddenly jumped to the side, and a narrow and deep crack appeared on the ground she had just passed, extending far forward. And Zhao Yingkong's shoulder had another wound.

"Doesn't it seem like there's anything you can do? My cute little apple. Zhao Yingkong's gentle voice came from the air, and his figure also appeared strangely in a direction in Zhao Yingkong's vision. The abrupt manifestation was so much like teleportation, "If that's all it takes, I'm going to kill you." It's like killing them! ”

But the strange thing is that although the anger in Zhao Yingkong's eyes burned again, she didn't lose her mind like the last time, she just lowered her body and accelerated to move. In the previous encounter, if it weren't for the fact that she had always been unable to calm down her state of mind and blindly punch and rush, she would not have been suppressed by the immortal seal method of the Great Perfection realm, and when her state of mind began to recover, the magical effect of the hidden aura of the immortal seal method began to manifest - the interval between Zhao Fukong's attacks again became significantly longer.

Zhao Yingkong's eyes suddenly flashed with joy: there was a slum in front of him, with many matchbox-like houses, and simple buildings built haphazardly, building an extremely complex terrain, which was also the place that Zhao Yingkong could find that could limit Zhao Yingkong's ability to limit Zhao Fukong.

She was betting that Zhao Fukong's ability was not teleportation, but a certain innate ability in terms of speed, and it was impossible to completely ignore the existence of spatial obstacles.

"Huh"

When Zhao Yingkong was about to dodge and sneak in, the premonition of danger suddenly exploded in his consciousness, and a handful of gorgeous blood flowers burst out on his left chest at the same time, and a force as sharp as a sword suddenly pierced the back of Zhao Yingkong's heart, and only a fraction of a second missed her heart.

This blow occurred at the moment when Zhao Yingkong found a suitable terrain for counterattack, and his mind was slightly scattered.

"Poof"

A mouthful of blood arrow spat out, and the blood arrow hit the ground, and it actually shot out a blood hole, a blood hole.

Zhao Yingkong's figure flickered, and then disappeared into the slum.

As soon as her figure disappeared, Zhao Fukong appeared, he smiled and looked at the blood hole on the ground and flicked his fingertips: "Little Apple's tenacity is beyond my expectations, but do you still have the strength to fight me now?" If you just dodge, you'll die faster. So, are you ready? After a blur, Zhao Fukong's figure also disappeared in place.

In the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, was Zhao Yingkong's miserable face as white as snow, and under the heavy blows, her remaining strength was less than half, and the odds of victory were even lower than one percent. Her lungs were pierced, and every time she breathed, it felt like a hot steel bar was thrust into her chest, and the pain was excruciating. Even though she used all her strength to urge the Immortal Seal Method and transform the dead qi into vitality, she still felt that the blood qi in her body was surging, the true qi was unsustainable, and she was almost prostration.

- Nope! I will never admit defeat, I can feel that Wang Yang must be watching me somewhere, and I must fight back against the trend。。。。。。 Even if he can't win, he will have to hit Zhao Fukong hard, at least let him lose the strength to fight again in this team battle.

- Unable to fight in close quarters, the speed and observation are far inferior, the immortal seal method is completely restrained, rather than chasing it, it is better to lure the snake out of the hole。。。。。。

- If I fight with all my might, my strength won't last more than a minute。。。。。。 It's a must! So, let me gamble with my life。。。。。。 Even death is not spared。。。。。。

In a place where no one could see, a trace of extremely small fluctuations swam out of Zhao Ying's empty hand and silently submerged into the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yingkong began to look at his nose and nose, and slowly controlled his mind and sank into the depths of the sea of knowledge, and gradually entered the realm of forgetting things and me. In the end, she even closed her eyes and relied entirely on her own spiritual sense to discern, which was no less than her ears and eyes.

At the most dangerous and critical moment, Zhao Yingkong finally put aside all distracting thoughts, concentrated on his breath, and began to devote himself to the decisive battle.

In fact, it was not that Zhao Yingkong retained his strength at the beginning, but because of his inconsistent mood, the Wuwei Divine Sword was always denied entry, and to this day it is still in the entry stage, and it is still far from entering the house! Even if he reluctantly urged the true liquid to stimulate the sword qi, more than half of the time it would be separated from the body, and the real liquid would be empty. It's simply unreliable compared to Duan Yu's six-vein divine sword.

Using the Wuwei Divine Sword in this state to deal with Zhao Fukong is basically no different from looking for death. On the contrary, it is not as handy as the immortal seal method of the Great Perfection realm.

But at this moment, Zhao Ying's empty body was hit hard, and her true anger was difficult to continue, she was already powerless, and she couldn't do anything, but she inadvertently got close to the state of mind of inaction; More importantly, the Wuwei Sword is the way of the unity of the mind, body, and sword, and there is no limit to distance and space. Before she could crack Zhao Fukong's "inch step", this was the only skill she could directly kill her opponent.

Under normal circumstances, even if she was unscathed, she would not be able to seize such an opportunity, and the gap between the two-order genetic lock was definitely not something that a semi-beginner Wuwei Excalibur could fill, but fortunately this was not her last hole card.

"Snort"

All the scenes in front of Zhao Yingkong suddenly became extremely blurry, and in an instant, everything, including objects and the earth, was shattered in this blur, turning into sandstone particles smaller than soybeans, as if it had been hit by an incomparably huge air cannon.

From the first second of the appearance of the abnormality, Zhao Yingkong, who was fully awakened, began to retreat, but with such a large killing range, she herself was hit hard, and finally failed to completely dodge, and one of her calves turned into powder in the blood mist.

Zhao Yukong reappeared, this time with the blood-red dagger in his hand, the Vampire's Touch. Obviously, Zhao Yingkong planned to use the complex terrain to limit Zhao Fukong's inch, but Zhao Fukong did not intend to enter this terrain at all, but directly used an all-round high-shock space to cut, and even people and objects were smashed together.

"Knock"

Zhao Yingkong rolled in the air, unloaded part of the forward force, and was about to land, but she didn't expect that the only remaining foot was no longer enough to support her actions at this time, plus the true qi suddenly plummeted, and the whole person flew out sideways and hit a broken wall.

Blood immediately flowed down her cheeks, and with this intense crimson contrast, her countenance showed a thrilling pale.

Zhao Yingkong struggled a few times, but the dantian was empty, the meridians all over his body were painful, and his body was temporarily out of strength.

Her vision had been blurred by blood, but she still opened it unyieldingly, staring at it with eyes as cold as ice, like a dying little beast, weak and wild.