"Invincible? Really? Ying Zheng said with a frightened expression, Fan Yuanhua looked at Ying Zheng's clumsy performance, and the anger in his eyes could penetrate the fang valley without hiding.

"Thunder!"

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt beast like a tiger and a wolf jumped out of Fan Yuanhua's chest, this beast used thunder and lightning as a skeleton, half standing in the air, its eyes were upside down, its teeth were grinning, and it looked fierce and abnormal.

The Thunder Yuan Beast Phantom Half floated behind Fan Yuanhua, reacting with his movements, this Thunder Yuan Beast Phantom seemed to have been strengthened to some extent in the Thunder Prison, so much so that the thunder and lightning on its body were actually substantial.

", you haven't changed your face even after entering my thunder prison, are you so sure I can't help you?" Fan Yuanhua smiled cruelly, and the aura on his body pressed towards Yingzheng.

"Uh-huh, maybe." Ying Zheng replied boredly, looking careless.

"Good, you're dead." Before Fan Yuanhua's words fell, his body had already flashed to Ying Zheng's side, and a fist glowing with thunder and lightning smashed towards Ying Zheng.

But Ying Zheng had to guard against more than that, because the Lei Yuan Beast Phantom who relied on him after Fan Yuan's incarnation was also like him, stretching out its giant claws and smashing towards Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng's body turned slightly, and with a twist of his right fist, he blasted towards Fan Yuanhua, and the six spider spears behind Ying Zheng didn't know when they stretched out, gathering upwards to block the monstrous claws of the Lei Yuan Beast.

"Boom."

The lightning flashed, and the thunder was overflowing.

The smoke flashed, and Fan Yuanhua and Ying Zheng were fist-to-fist, in the very center of the thunder prison. Neither of them took a step back, but a deep ravine had already been shaken by the air wave behind them.

"There are two hits." Fan Yuanhua grinned, but the dangerous look in his eyes did not decrease by half, he did not have the feeling of pity for a hero meeting a hero.

When you encounter a hero, it's better to kill it directly.

I saw Fan Yuan turn his fist into a palm and grab Ying Zheng's right wrist, so that he couldn't get out, followed by a whip leg with thunder light.

"Thunder Whip!"

"Bang!"

The blue plasma is like encountering a wall, and it scatters behind Yingzheng, up and down. Ying Zheng used his left hand full of blood vines to block Fan Yuanhua's thrilling blow.

Fan Yuanhua saw that the move didn't work, his body twisted to borrow this force, and his other foot was pumped towards Ying Zheng's head. But his grip on Yingzheng also loosened.

Yingzheng only had time to protect his head with both hands before Fan Yuanhua kicked him away and hit the thunderbolt cage, making a swishing thunder and lightning touch.

Ying Zheng got up slowly, although Fan Yuanhua's foot did not make Ying Zheng see blood, but the concussion still lingered in his mind and lingered.

For Fan Yuanhua's strength, Ying Zheng has a basic judgment, this time, in addition to defeating the other party in a more chic posture to relieve his anger, he also has the intention of trying this so-called captain of the top hunting team in Shacheng.

Now that he is winning, it is probably clear that he doesn't use Yinque, and he may not be Fan Yuanhua's opponent. The captain of the top hunting team in Shacheng, the existence of the C-level third stage is really not covered.

Ying Zheng shook his dizzy head slightly, and slowly pulled out the silver finch behind him. Fan Yuanhua, who had a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, suddenly condensed.

The winner with the knife seems to be not the same person as the winner just now.

A momentum swept slightly, and Fan Yuanhua felt that his hairs stood up, and a palpitation gradually lingered in his mind.

"Humph!"

As if to dispel this uneasy feeling, Fan Yuanhua snorted coldly, stomped his right foot, and disappeared in place as a blue thunderbolt.

The next moment, the fist gloves with spikes blasted towards Ying Zheng from the top of his head, and this move hit Ying Zheng will definitely die, Fan Yuanhua is a dead hand.

Because he feels that if he doesn't kill now, he will be the one who will die.

But what made him stunned was that Ying Zheng, who was still expelling the concussion in his brain, suddenly disappeared under Fan Yuanhua's nose, without a trace, as if he was not in this position.

The next moment, when Fan Yuanhua only had time to return to the defense of his unfinished fist, Yinque fiercely slashed through the iron armor fist gloves made of unknown materials.

Fan Yuanhua watched as the yellow-tier weapon made of Lei Yuan Beast's claws and glazed steel, the Thunder Thorn Gauntlet, which he had spent a lot of money, was slashed open by Ying Zheng and split in half.

Fan Yuanhua flew out upside down, and before he could stand firm after landing, a white horse slashed towards Fan Yuanhua's lower limbs.

"Thunder Quake!"

Fan Yuanhua stomped his feet, the ground suddenly cracked inch by inch, and blue plasma shot aimlessly towards the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Ying Zheng could only temporarily put away his knife momentum and wait for Fan Yuanhua's hasty life-saving move to end. After the thunder ended, I saw Fan Yuanhua in the center gasping fiercely.

After using this set of tricks, Fan Yuanhua couldn't stand it, and now his genetic energy and physical strength are about to bottom out. But the current win is not really harmed.

Fan Yuanhua looked at the silver-white knife in Yingzheng's hand, and fear flashed in his eyes. must not be killed by this thing, Fan Yuanhua thought in his heart.

"Thunder Armor!"

As soon as the words fell, a blue thunder and lightning armor appeared behind Fan Yuan's avatar, this was his last genetic energy, he could only fight this fight, and he had to defeat the man in front of him within the time that the thunder armor lasted.

Otherwise, under the sharpness of the silver sparrow, Fan Yuanhua would not be able to escape death in the end.

Just when Fan Yuanhua's battle intent was raised to the highest, the boiling air suddenly fell silent.

I saw that Yingzheng, who was still standing with his knife drawn just now, suddenly slowly inserted the silver sparrow into the sheath. As the silver finch entered the sheath, the air gradually fell silent, and finally cold.

The jealousy in Fan Yuanhua's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he found that he couldn't move a finger! It seemed that the air that had solidified into ice had frozen him, and Fan Yuanhua could only watch as the silver finch went deeper and deeper into the scabbard, and the terrifying sense of danger grew deeper and deeper.

It's obviously a knife, but the pressure it gives is several times higher than when the knife is out!

"I don't know who said that." Ying Zheng slowly spoke, breaking the silent air, "The knife is not about killing, but about hiding. ”

"If you hide the sword in your heart, you will be afraid and fearful, and you will be able to win without a fight."

"This seems to be a little different from the old saying that the man and the sword are one, and the man and the sword are one. The unity of human and knife seems to be about killing, and my knife is about hiding. ”

"There is a character named Fu Hongxue in Gu Long's novel, whose sword drawing skills are invincible all over the world. Now I'm using it as inspiration and a quote from somewhere, creating my own moves. ”

"It's called the Hidden Knife Technique."

The voice had fallen, and Ying Zheng put away his knife and stood in front of Fan Yuan's incarnation. At this time, Fan Yuanhua had long lost his original brutal arrogance, his back placket was already soaked, and it seemed that he could pinch out the water.

The fear in Fan Yuanhua's eyes couldn't be dissipated, and when Ying Zheng held the knife, it was no longer something he could deal with. But when Ying Zheng retracted the knife, the sense of danger increased exponentially with each inch of the silver sparrow going deeper into the scabbard.

He still couldn't understand why this was happening, obviously the man in front of him had put away the knife, but the knife that was put away seemed to pierce his chest directly, and the warm blood dripped onto his face with an extremely real touch.

Fan Yuanhua knelt on his knees, and watched Ying Zheng walk past him in a daze, unable to raise the slightest thought of resisting and killing, as if these thoughts dissipated into the cold air with Ying Zheng's departure.

"Tick... Backbite... Tick..."

A stream of warm liquid dripped from between Fan Yuanhua's legs and fell to the ground, moisturizing things silently.