Death and pain are all just illusions!

Haoran, you guy Zheng Zhe's face was complicated, but anger quickly took over. Haoran, you bastard, weaved a big lie and deceived everyone in the Demon Team! Zheng Zhe, who was resurrected through the [Ankh of Rebirth], turned all his power into 50% of what had just skyrocketed. It seems to be weakened, but in fact, it feels like a higher level of limit, as well as the return of reason.

How did the Ankh of Rebirth come about? Needless to say, it was hidden in Reinhardt's heart. However, Reinhardt had been blasted in the chest before, and the [Rebirth Ankh] on his chest was forcibly taken away in the name of Nagon. Judging from Reinhardt's cautious attitude towards life, it is inevitable that he will have the [Rebirth Ankh] in stock, but after being snatched away, where will he have extra branches to exchange for the [Rebirth Ankh] of Double B again? This creates a contradiction, an illusion, a hoax

And what unveils this key point is that Zheng Zhe died once, and then was resurrected by the [Rebirth Ankh]. What the hell is going on?

In the main god space, it was like a show, Haoran didn't take Reinhardt's [Rebirth Ankh] at all, he just took it out and put it back, and everyone who saw Haoran's eyes saw the scene of "Bloody Nagon", is this one of his abilities? After Zheng Zhe was resurrected, he felt that the truth that had been blocked in his memory reappeared, but these were not over yet

The vassals of his subordinates who earn rewards are actually undying enemies, this delicate relationship, the balance point of stable outbreaks, did he find it?

Let yourself see that Reinhardt was injured in the chest, so that when he was on the verge of death and lost his mind, he subconsciously brutalized, bloodthirsty target, the heart!

Even Wanke's opponents, has he calculated all this?

If so, how horrible is this layout? Even hatred can be manipulated, almost wantonly playing with their own team members, ignoring life, such a captain, no, such a person, is scum! I will never agree with it!!

"No, it's not that point yet, the opponent of the team battle didn't know in advance, but he said that he had calculated the next battle, and it should be arranged temporarily, and then the question came again: how could he guide the opponent's Beihai team and his own team members to fight, and design the configuration he wanted to fight?" Seeing the huge cross of Zheng Zha's resurrection, Chu Xuan was a little relieved, and completely thought of what Zheng Zha's had thought about, and thought of what Zheng Zha's hadn't thought of.

Although I really want to experience the pleasure brought by the surge of blood energy again, I really want to completely indulge myself at that moment, but at that time, I guess I am no longer myself, I am completely reduced to a beast-like existence, just like a vampire infected low-level blood slave has no internal strength, so I will completely use this newborn blood power to fight, Rost, that sword, it hurts!! Zheng Zhe covered the hideous centipede scar on his face with his left hand, and his eyes between his fingers revealed endless killing intent.

If hatred can also become a powerful catalyst, then so be it, Haoran, who is far away from Ming Yanwei, feels that after Zheng Zha's resurrection, the spiritual imprint that [Hint Eye] once laid has disappeared, and now he is still alive, Ming Yanwei, Chu Xuan, Zheng Zha, Rost, Zhao Weikong, Victor's 14-person lineup has died 7, if you really want to set the "1:1 attrition tactic", 7 for 8, the result of a miserable victory, all in order to reduce the evaluation of the main god. "The resurrected Zheng Zha seems to have nowhere to vent his anger, it's very uncomfortable to hold it like this"

Rost, who was just about to decide to ignore Zheng Zhe's resurrection and continue to kill the Predator to get more rewards, suddenly a series of images appeared in his mind, no, not only himself, but also a person who immediately stared in his direction, which also received the image, and he felt like he was staring at himself from afar, "Bastard!" Aren't you really confused enough? Rost clenched his grip on the [Flame Dragon Sword] and roared at Haoran, who didn't know where. He didn't have time to accompany the madman Zheng Zha now, and Rost turned his head angrily and continued to rush towards the Predator camp.

"Hey~ It's here again, it's intentional at all, it seems to be playing with the whole team! How did such a scum become the captain? Zheng Zha stared at the direction of Rost, 5 minutes, he couldn't run far, knowing that it was a deliberate prompt, but Zheng Zha's wings fanned, brandished a machete to open the way in a straight line, and rushed straight in the direction of Rost.

Where is he going? The communicator was probably burned by Rost's sword falling from the sky, and Zheng Zha's still can't be contacted, Chu Xuan moved the sniper scope along the direction of Zheng Zha's advance, that is, Rost! Tsk, is this going to continue the infighting before the end of the day mission? If you can, it is an implementable choice to lure this white man to join forces to kill Haoran, and the biggest controllable point is the priority of hatred, but now! Does everything seem to be playing out according to the man's script? Really, as he said, calculated every battle? Will Zheng Zhe's hand cut off the opposition of the Demon Team? No, no, it will be more efficient with his strength, so what exactly is his purpose? Say?!

Go for it, no one can stop you from venting your anger, everything is according to your own "boom-" A sharp sound that pierced the air, accompanied by a deadly killing intent hit Haoran who was facing away from this killing intent!

"Buzz ——!" This nirvana was suddenly picked up by Linkong when there were still 10 centimeters away from Haoran, but Haoran didn't move all the time, Nian Power & Metal Control! This attack was violently deflected!

"Still ready to fight at any time, Haoran!" This attack was like a greeting, and then a male voice came from behind, Zhao Fukong! It's coming so fast!

"I really want to thank you for winning this team battle, Zhao Fukong." Haoran turned around and saw Zhao Fukong holding a strangely shaped sword, and the hook lock at one end of the hilt was shrinking back.

"In the real world, I'm an assassin who collects money to kill people, but you submit an order, but you haven't paid yet." Zhao Weikong licked the corners of his mouth and looked at Haoran looking very expectant, "There are conditions to help you destroy the Beihai team!" ”

I know that there are not so many good things, "What kind of conditions, is it an exchange of information or" Haoran didn't finish speaking, seeing Zhao Yukong shaking his finger lightly with a bloodthirsty smile, he denied it all before he finished speaking, aren't these all these?

"Neither" Sure enough, Zhao Fukong interrupted Haoran's words, "I remember that I once said that after you grow up, I will fight with you again, you used to be the target of my instrument trial, even if I admit that you are qualified to be my teammate, it still hasn't changed, and it is precisely because you are a teammate that this bond has the value of killing~~hum haha~"

Seeing that Zhao Shukong was getting more and more excited, Haoran really almost forgot, he really didn't expect Zhao Shukong to make this decision, or was it inevitable? Observing Zhao Fukong carefully, looking at this, is he only one step away from completely falling into the inner demon? There is no way, can it only be implemented in advance? In the next second, the [Aojin Warrior Sword] was already clenched in his hand.

"Haoran, whether you fight or not, I think you have accepted it, don't think about running away, my attack is very fast! Haha, that's it! Zhao Fukong smiled happily with one hand horizontally fencing, "It's not in vain that I went to collect the sword, I want to test whether you can really accommodate my weapon!" Measure! The amount of "can no longer be used to observe how to attack the room with the naked eye, Zhao Wei moved the real grid, this is [inch step]!

"Ding-" The sound of weapons intersecting pierced the silence.

Sharp and unstoppable! Just now he was still saying this, dragging the speed of the voice in an instant, Zhao Fukong's eyes narrowed slightly, a circle of red eyeliner exuded the smell of blood, and the continuous fencing held in one hand was stuck in Haoran's defensive corner, this surprise attack was simply impeccable! However, Haoran caught it! Holding the [Aojin Warrior Sword] with both hands, he turned the sword sideways and blocked Zhao Fukong's attack. Both sides entered the state of gene lock without a gap, but Haoran was forced back by Zhao Fukong's frontal combat power, this guy, does he really want to kill himself?

Haoran is invincible?!

"Insect chirping!"

"Squeak squeak" The duel that should have been thoughtless suddenly appeared and could not filter the insect chirping, no, this is not the chirping of insects! The handsome man with long hair only felt a very dry hiss passing through his right ear, stirring with the sword wind and echoing in his ear, and his balance was unstable, creating a gap in an instant! Subconsciously touched the right ear, and the warmth that flowed out was sure enough, blood? Injured? But the bloodshed made Zhao Weikong even more excited, "Haoran, every time I meet you, I can feel the emotion of 'joy'." Sure enough, it was a right decision to sword with you, how did you, who have almost never seen you practice swords, hone this kind of [sword sense] that swordsmen have pursued all their lives? ”

Zhao Yukong admitted that Haoran injured himself?!

"Where did my [Sword Sense] come from, I can't answer either" Haoran said lightly, "Zhao Fukong, as an assassin, but you attack with a head-on battle, is your strength swelled to a certain extent?" Based on the attack speed of [Six Swords and Two Styles: Death], the sword is placed flat and slapped at the opponent's ear with all its might, which can shock the small ear in the opponent's ear canal and make the opponent lose their balance. Strong stride and accurate judgment, as well as the angle and force required to swing the sword, are important factors in supporting the sword. If the opponent doesn't take any defensive measures, this sword can directly cut off half of the opponent's head!

"Hmph, haha, it's worthy of the fun that Little Apple once trained, it's very interesting!" Zhao Fukong became more and more excited, "Let me see more and more!" Don't die easily! ”

Haoran: "Seeing that there has been a gap in the sword body of the [Aojin Warrior Sword], this is cut out by Zhao Fukong's sword edge, when the weapon and strength are not dominant, what can be done to turn the tide of the battle?" I'm afraid that a few more attacks will be taken, and the [Aojin Warrior Sword] will shatter.

"You once deduced that the light of my mind was [Spatial Warp Leap], and it was already very close at that time." The blade swings, and "Ding-" is completely wandering around the edge of the catch! Zhao Fukong's strength is terrifying, and Haoran gradually loses the initiative! "Now I can tell you what the light of my heart is, and its name is [Inch Step]!" I saw that the fencing trembled slightly, and the fencing in his sight seemed to suddenly become blurred, and then the space in front of Zhao Fukong also suddenly began to become blurred, and he waved lightly in the direction of Haoran

"Uhhh

"Uhhh A big hole suddenly appeared on Haoran's back clothes, and then a bloody mark was scratched on the skin inside, this was still an injury under the condition that his mind power was fully open, if he didn't have that self-protection vigilance, Haoran would be dead now! Hunched over, his back aching hot.

[Inch], Zhao Fukong's spiritual light, refers to a certain range, the so-called space can only be reached in one step, in other words, it refers to shortening the space! Any attack, any angle, just a flick to hit!

"Why didn't you redeem the protective items, Haoran?" Zhao Shukong asked with "concern".

"You and I know very well, Zhao Weikong, if you are lucky by relying on the last barrier of protective props, I will be dead by now with such alertness" A bottle of arterial red was suspended and quickly splashed on the back of the blind spot, and it was better than nothing to alleviate the injury, Haoran stared at the handsome guy with long hair without blinking, "Human beings have evolved by tools for too long, so long that they have stagnated, and sometimes tools are redundant for self-evolution that continues to break through!" ”

"Really? Hehe, have you been so enlightened, Haoran, I'm glad to hear you say that! Zhao Yukong laughed happily with irrepressible excitement, but then his mouth shape made a mouth shape that was extremely familiar, "Death! ”

[Six Swords and One Style: Death] is a starting style, but this is an extremely lethal sword, so as to completely knock out the enemy in the first blow, because the battle is already over before your sword power is fully displayed. This sword is simple, straightforward, and has no other superfluous variations.

Finished! Zhao Weikong is doing the starting gesture of [Death], but! A silver-white light visible to the naked eye swung into the distance in the direction of the sword-piercing stab, and where this silver light passed, everything was cut and cut off, as if even the space was like this, there was a break like a broken mirror, and the direction of this silver light was Haoran! When it was too late, Haoran grasped the tip of the [Aojin Warrior Sword] against this silver light, and also used the [Death]!

"Boom - Boom - Boom – Boom – Boom ——!!!" [Aojin Warrior Sword] is shattered! The silver edge didn't stop stabbing at the hilt of the sword!

"Chirp!" Haoran's wrist holding the sword in his left hand was directly dislocated because he couldn't stand such a high-intensity squeeze! This attack is unstoppable?!

"Thoughts explode!" The metal controlled the indiscriminate repulsion erupted, and the purple light in Haoran's eyes flashed away, jumping to the right, directly deflecting Zhao Fukong's attack to the left by an angle!! "Buzz ——!"

"Boom-boom—boom—" The sword is cut off wherever it goes!

Oh, it's scary, it's horrible! This sword was used by Zhao Weikong with the light of the soul, and this lethality is simply self-evident, it is like a sword technique tailored for him! Haoran watched the destruction caused by Zhao Fukong's sword, held his left wrist with his right hand, and gritted his teeth and twisted, "Cluck!" "Forcibly put the dislocation in place," hiss-"

"Haha, Haoran, how is my sword stealer?" Zhao Yukong showed a hint of smugness, and was keenly noticed by Haoran, "It's really a good swordsmanship, Haoran, where did you learn it?" ”

"It's just an accessory product of the implementability of the pluralistic world power system, there is nothing to be proud of" Haoran endured the sharp pain like tearing and forcibly reset his left wrist, and looked at his left hand, and now there was only a sword hilt left.

"Don't hide it, if you have anything else to press the bottom of the box, otherwise, you will really be broken like a fragile stalk!" The voice that said this came from, behind!

Suddenly looking back, a Zhao Fukong who was holding a dagger smiled after saying this, that kind of smile that was almost crazy, yes, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were full of madness, but he still had a smiling expression on his face. This is, mirror!?

"If you don't have weapons, how are you going to fight next, and what hole cards do you have when you're in a desperate situation?" It's another Zhao Fukong! It's just that his left wrist is wrapped with a metal wire, and the memory metal wire seems to be swaying very lightly and casually, surrounding Zhao Yukong's side.

And Haoran, surrounded by these three Zhao Fukong! "Not yet, I'm not done yet, I can't fall here yet!!" Haoran muttered, the space around his waist was wide open, and a large number of colorful test tubes floated out of it, suspended around Haoran: arterial red, sulfur cloud orange, holy light yellow, life green, forgetful blue, glittering silver, Madonna black, dream blue, king purple.

Haoran's eyes were dazed, and his vision seemed to have accommodated three Zhao Fukong at the same time, holding the hilt of the sword in his left hand and waving, a long dragon of metal fragments slowly floated up, all of which were fragments of [Aojin Warrior Sword], "Enjoy the feast of chemistry, Zhao Fukong"