There are no fancy tricks, no terrifying true qi, and some are just the most simple and direct attacks.

However, these tricks that are so simple that any person who practices martial arts can use them already have the power to turn decay into magic in Yuhuatian's hands.

The easiest attack, the least easy timing.

Every move and every style seemed to be able to block Wang Yan's attack trajectory, and every time it could also bring Wang Yan a huge sense of crisis.

Yuhuatian seems to be defensive, but at the same time it is attacking.

In the face of such an opponent, Wang Yan is like a dog biting a hedgehog and has no way to speak, but this hedgehog is quite irritable and chases him.

"Something is wrong! Not a level at all! ”

Wang Yan felt bad in his heart, he didn't dare to continue to hide his clumsiness, and the nanofilaments in his body shot out and cut towards Yuhuatian's head.

The diameter of nanofilaments is 45 nanometers, which is about one thousandth of the diameter of a human hair.

It is impossible to observe such subtle things with human eyes, but Yuhuatian is not very human.

"Huh?"

Yuhuatian could not see the nanofilament, but could sense its trajectory in the air.

The sudden attack caught Yu Huatian off guard, but he was a top master after all, and his reaction was not ordinarily fast.

Leaning back, the nanowires swept across his face, making no waves except for a few loose hairs.

"A powerful hidden weapon! And this unstoppable attack! Crooked and heretical ways, it is useless! ”

Yu Huatian sneered, his hands slammed hard, and the half-cut long sword immediately shattered into countless fragments and shot towards Wang Yan.

"Snort!"

Sharp metal fragments scattered out in all directions, and the long sword in Wang Yan's hand swung into the wind, but he was still hit by one of them.

"Bang!"

Sharp shards came in front of him, and the psionic talisman automatically triggered, but almost instantaneously it was shattered by the terrifying force.

"Poof!"

The splinters tore through the close-fitting clothes, and the tough bulletproof vest was no different from the papier-mâché in front of it.

Fortunately, Wang Yan's luck was good, but he was cut on his left arm, and he didn't hurt the vital point.

"As the Overseer of the West Factory, even if he is seriously injured, he is not something I can deal with, and the psionic talisman that can block the coconut for at least ten seconds has not lasted a second."

There was no time to stop the bleeding, and Yuhuatian would not give him a chance to stop the bleeding.

Wang Yan shouted angrily, and the ghost sword in his hand slashed towards Yuhuatian. And the nanosilk was not idle, cooperating with Wang Yan's attack to cut over.

Relying on the advantage of weapons, Wang Yan attacked wildly.

The ghost sword is like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and it is like a king going to sea. There are no flashy tricks, but the same routine as Yuhuatian, which deals the most damage in the simplest way and kills the target in the most direct way.

"Good time!"

The weapon in his hand shattered, and Yuhuatian did not show the slightest panic.

His neck was crooked to avoid Wang Yan's long sword, and his body leaned back to dodge the horizontal slash of the nanowires. Yu Huatian took advantage of the situation and kicked out, pointing his toes straight at Wang Yan's chin.

"Bang!"

Holding the sword in his right hand and slashing down, his left hand turned into a palm to block Yuhuatian's bottom-up kicks. Wang Yan's reaction was also very fast, but Yuhuatian still found an opportunity to take advantage of.

Reaching out and slapping it on the ground, he rolled on the spot with the help of the force of the shock. Yu Huatian picked up his legs and slammed them on Wang Yan's arm.

"Click!"

With a piercing pain in the crisp voice, Wang Yan trembled, and the ghost sword in his hand flew out uncontrollably, while the nanosilk took the opportunity to seize the opportunity.

"Whew!"

kicked Wang Yan's left arm off, and Yuhuatian not only did not get cheap, but suffered a big loss.

Forcibly enduring the pain of drilling the heart on his arm, the nanosilk directly cut off the soles of Yuhuatian's feet in half.

Compared to the injury on his left arm, Yuhuatian is actually a little more tragic.

The severed left arm can grow back, but the severed ball of the foot cannot be replaced.

And not only that, the breaking of Wang Yan's left arm did not have much impact on his strength, and the strength of Yuhuatian's foot, which had already dropped a lot after being cut, was weakened a few points again.

If Wang Yan couldn't be killed in a short period of time, then the blood gushing out of the soles of his feet alone would be enough to make him go into shock.

A master like Yuhuatian naturally has some knowledge of medical skills. But even the most skilled physician has to take time to stop the bleeding. What Yuhuatian lacks now is time.

After shaving the soles of Yuhuatian's feet, Wang Yan bit like a mad dog.

He knew that if he didn't take advantage of Yu Huatian's serious injury to kill him, he might not even be qualified to injure him next time.

Under serious injuries, Wang Yan can be suppressed, and once the injury is exhausted, Wang Yan will never be an opponent.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan's heart suddenly became ruthless, and he simply gave up his defense and used nanowire moves to attack wildly.

After the broken soles of his feet, blood gushed like a spring, and Yuhuatian couldn't support it for long.

Although Wang Yan's arm is broken, it will not affect him to kill people for a certain period of time, even if it is not treated for a long time, at most, the arm bone is crooked.

And nanowires are different from swords, guns, swords, and halberds, relying on telekinesis. Even if he is paralyzed, as long as he does not lose consciousness, his combat effectiveness will not decline.

There was no need to think about it at all, Wang Yan instantly knew which was more important and what he should do now.

"Snort!"

The nanosilk is like a stealthy poisonous snake, biting the rain and the field.

The pain on the soles of the feet is a small matter, because the dizziness caused by constant blood loss is really fatal.

Yu Huatian knew that he would not be able to hold on for much longer, and at most thirty breaths, he would die at the hands of the nameless assassin in front of him.

"Overseer, it's too late for your subordinates!"

Just when Yu Huatian was thinking about how to get out, an angry shout came from a distance, which made him feel overjoyed.

Wang Yan glanced at it and saw a bald man with gloomy eyes coming quickly, and the weapon in his hand was aimed directly at Wang Yan's head. It is one of Yuhuatian's right-hand men, Tan Luzi, the second head of the West Factory.

"The First God!"

Seeing Tan Luzi attacking, Wang Yan directly summoned the first number god.

"Puppet? Nothing to laugh at! ”

Tan Luzi, who was anxious about the Savior, didn't take the First God in his eyes at all, and slashed the sword in his hand at the First God obliquely, and then continued to rush towards Wang Yan.

Tan Luzi's impatience and contempt were destined to turn over, and the first god couldn't speak, so he smashed it directly with a punch.

"Bang!"

The fist bigger than his face fell on his shoulder, and Tan Luzi fell directly on his stomach when he was caught off guard.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Tan Luzi is also a master no matter what he says, and the moment he landed, he slapped him hard, adjusted his body with this power, and slashed his backhand at the neck of the first god with his sword.

"Ding!"

The slashing sword landed on the First Trumpet's body with a crisp sound of gold and iron, and the sharp blade curled up, but the neck of the First Trumpeter God did not change in the slightest.