Chapter Ninety-Seven: Persimmon should be picked and pinched softly

Yes, "Wooden" Woodridge is the brother of Foxfahr, the brother of the fake exchange. The two of them are like young birds that have lost the care of old birds, their parents are dead, they are lonely, and the hardships of life make them have to experience the hardships of life early, wearing tattered clothes, holding a broken bowl, begging along the street, and later, by chance, they awakened their talents, became a mercenary, and were forced to join the evil organization of the Black Sand Society. However, whether they were begging on the street in the past, or licking blood at the head of a knife now, the two brothers have always shared weal and woe, depended on each other for a living, had food to eat together, and money to spend together, which can be said to be a deep brotherhood and flesh and blood.

However, just today, Foxfarr's own brother, "Wood" Woodridge, was killed in front of him.

For "Firefox" Foxfarr, this is tantamount to a thunderbolt!

All of a sudden, Fawkesfar's eyes suddenly went dark, as if the end of the world was coming, the sky was falling, and there was no more mourning than death.

"Woodridge, my brother, ah- how did you die? Thief, you don't have long eyes—"

"Fire Fox" Foxfarr was heartbroken, he was furious, the raging flames scorched his reason, making his eyes red, the pieces of horizontal flesh on his red face trembled, his hands trembled because of excessive force, the fighting power in his body was surging, he was furious, he wanted revenge, he wanted to vent, he wanted to break the murderer in front of him into thousands of pieces, he wanted to make him die a good death, he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep his skin.

"Ahh You don't die well. Losing his mind, he didn't care anymore, he just desperately rushed towards Ilan, hatred made him lose his mind, and at the same time, his destructive power increased several times.

A few seconds ago, due to the loss of generals in the battle by the Flying Wings mercenary group, Ilan knew that if he didn't make a move, he would have no chance, so he decisively rushed to Woodridge.

Yes, Ilan, at the critical moment, it was Ilan who bravely stood up, taking advantage of the fact that the "wood" Woodridge was in a state of charm and was powerless to resist, he used the snake tooth dagger in his hand to cut his throat bloodlessly, and in Woodridge's eyes full of unwillingness, he sent him to the underworld continent dominated by the goddess Noi.

"Hehe, die, who made you unable to move, cherries have to be picked up and eaten red, and persimmons have to be picked and pinched softly. Haha, damn guys, you have today too, huh. ”

Seeing "Wood" Woodridge fall down with an unwilling face, Ilan kicked his corpse a few times in relief, and the thought of being chased by these guys in Creel Canyon made his heart jump out of the fire.

But this is also a matter of thought, Yilan does not dare to slack off at this time, this is a real life-and-death struggle, either you die or I live, can you not be careless, he quickly selected the next target.

"The first soft persimmon is pinched to death, hehe, now it should be pinched the second one."

Enraged, the "Fire Fox" Foxfarr turned around, holding Harrilan's one-handed sword, and went crazy all the way, desperately killing Ilan.

Ilan looked back at him and shook his head, this guy is not easy to handle, and he can't be used as a first choice.

"Hehe, this persimmon is not ripe yet, it's not easy to pinch, let's find that dead fat pig."

Having chosen the target, Yilan didn't stay any longer, and rushed towards the "fat pig" Hogel with all his might.

Now the "fat pig" Hauger is having a very bad time, the death of "wood" Woodridge makes him frightened, and Gonzalez is like fighting for his life to perform the "three consecutive slashes" in a row, a broadsword dance is impenetrable, so that he can't breathe at all, even if the coarse man looks exhausted, but the "fat pig" Hauger is in even worse condition.

And at this moment, Ilan's appearance made him even more desperate, he had learned all kinds of weird methods of Ilan, it was not inferior to his boss at all, as soon as he saw Ilan rushing over, his heart began to furle.

"This guy is a devil, he's already killed five of us, no, you can't defend here anymore, you have to escape, escape."

As soon as Yilan's eyes looked in his direction, "Fat Pig" Hao Ge's heart became timid, his expression was no longer calm, he didn't dare to stay for a moment, he turned around and wanted to slip away, however, Yilan didn't give him this opportunity at all.

"If you want to run, how is it possible? Eat me first and then go. ”

Yilan, who was approaching at great speed, flashed the natal bead in the sea of consciousness, and a rune disappeared and appeared in the mind of the "fat pig" Hao Ge.

"Painful torment."

"It's not good, ahhhhh

In a panic, the "fat pig" Hauger was powerless to resist at all, fell into endless pain, held his head and shouted, the shield and the battle axe, fell to the ground with a clatter, and the speed of escape also dropped sharply, and he was soon chased by Gonzalez.

"Fat pig, you give me death."

Three slashes, cut down again and again, even the "fat pig" Hao Geer, who has rough skin and thick flesh and blesses his "savage physique", can't parry. With the full strength of this rough-haired man, with full anger, Gonzalez directly chopped the body of "Fat Pig" Hauger into several pieces, and the huge skull was also decapitated.

The corpse was crushed, and then, cut in two.

"Ahh

A scream accompanied by Hauger's death finally ended.

"Horgle—"

Fawkesfar's sorrow was palpable, and the hysterical shouts pierced through the entire woods, startling the birds one by one, and his speed began to frenzy, and his momentum became more and more vigorous, like a demon from hell.

"Oh, you're so bloody! What an executioner. ”

Ilan was very dissatisfied with this kind of torture, and complained to Gonzalez, and he had arranged this Gonzalez countless times in his heart. However, after killing the "fat pig" Hauger, this battle was basically taken down.

Now only the most difficult bone is left - "Fire Fox" Foxfar, this persimmon is not so easy to pinch, this is a typical astringent persimmon.

"Fire Fox Fu" Ksfar continued to roar, and the one-handed sword in his hand exuded a faint light of skill, obviously the "three-stage slash" had been activated.

"I'm going to kill you, ah, you all deserve to die."

When Ilan and Gonzalez killed "Fat Pig" Hauger together, Foxfal was already not far from the two of them, and the distance between the two sides was within five meters at this time, and the final decisive battle was coming.

Whether it is life or death, in one fell swoop, if you win, you are alive, and if you are defeated, you will die.

"Fight." Ilan and the big shaggy man Gonzalez looked at each other and smiled, said a word in unison, and then laughed heroically.

The two had a tacit understanding, Gonzalez took the giant sword and the small round shield, and went up towards Fawkefar, while Ilan was slightly behind, preparing for a spell attack.

Although he has lost his strength a little, after killing "Fat Pig" Hagel, Gonzalez seems to have returned to the light, and he does not show any fatigue, just like the peak moment. Now, the balance of victory has tilted in their favor, and he naturally has to shoulder the responsibility of the meat shield.

"Kill." Foxfahr and Gonzalez, like two giant tanks, collided together, and there was no fancy movement on either side, just a word, split, split, and slash at each other with all their might.

The two of them cut each other again and again, and no one can get any cheap.

Hard-hitting, sword-for-sword, this is a match of courage and strength.

"Kill-kill-"

The battle between the two men was fierce and fierce, and the powerful air flow rolled, as if they wanted to vent all the energy in their bodies at one time.

Again and again, I rushed up, and I was knocked back by the other party again and again.

Gonzalez would be knocked back three steps each time, and Foxfarr would also take two steps back, and it was clear that if the two of them went head-to-head, Gonzalez would definitely be the last loser, but fortunately he was not fighting alone.

When the battle between the two of them reached a fever pitch, Ilan finally intervened, like the last gram weight on the weighing pan, insignificant, but crucial, deciding the final victory or defeat.

First of all, the ubiquitous Shadow Flying Blade, Ilan's Shadow Flying Blade has undergone a mutation, during the nine-layer trial of the Alchemy Tower, after a long period of high-pressure quenching, his control of spiritual power and death ability has reached a new height, at this time, the Shadow Flying Blade he emitted is thinner, smaller and thinner, but more dense, like a cow's drizzle, or an embroidery needle for a girl's embroidery.

Because it is dense as rain and numerous, it is difficult to dodge, and because of its small size, Fawkesfar underestimates its power and thinks it can be resisted.

In fact, Ilan's shot made Foxfarr unstoppable, because Ilan's choice of timing coincided with the time when they were unable to fight with all their might, and poor him couldn't spare his hands to deal with it.

When these hairy shadow blades stabbed in Fawkefal's face, he knew that he was wrong, although these flying blades became light, but the speed and hardness were many times higher than ordinary shadow blades, fast as lightning, hard as iron, so that he didn't have time to cover at all, although the damage area was not large, but the depth of penetration and corrosion was much increased, so, Fawkefaldon screamed like crazy, no matter who was stabbed in the body by thousands of needles, he would not be able to stand it.

What's more, these shadow blades attack the vital points of the body, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and neck.

The strong corrosive force directly destroyed the face of Foxfarr, who was originally quite handsome and dashing, and the skin and muscles of the entire face were as if they had been burned by a big fireball, and the originally white and tender skin turned into red flesh, which was unbearable.

Fortunately, under instinct, Foxfarr used fighting energy to protect his facial features, so he didn't become blind or deaf.

With a successful blow, Ilan took advantage of the victory to pursue and immediately expanded the results.

The Shadow Blades flew out one by one, like a swarm of termites passing through the border, eating whatever they saw, and turning everything they passed into white ground.

"Ahh

In just a few seconds, Fawkesfar's face melted away, revealing pale bones.

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