Dare to hurt Dubi in front of me, it is absolutely unforgivable!

Falkmai moved his legs and chased after the shadow.

In fact, in the dark night, he could not see where the black shadow went. The reason why I was able to keep up was because of the smell of blood in the air.

The Shadow didn't seem to be familiar with Orlan, and he didn't run away with all his might, so it didn't seem to be moving very quickly. Because of this, the distance between Falk and the black shadow is getting closer and closer.

All Fake knew now was that he had to find this guy and beat him up. As for what it was, and whether it was an opponent or not, I never thought about it. That's right, for Fake, who dared to do it directly in the face of Zhao Fei, he really didn't care who the opponent was.

Around the corner, Farke noticed that the smell of blood had not become stronger again.

"Did you stop?"

Falk stopped, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Dead end, huh?"

Unable to see the situation and his opponent, Farke cautiously approached forward.

Although he will recklessly find someone to challenge, it doesn't mean that when he really fights, he will be reckless and don't think about the situation.

Sensing that it was already close, Fack was more careful. Judging from the situation just now, Falk didn't see how he did it. Although there was a reason for it to be too sudden, I really didn't react.

In the face of such an opponent, we must be cautious.

The shadow suddenly turned, its crimson eyes opened again, and suddenly appeared in front of Falk.

Startled, Falk swung his fist with his left hand, wrapping his fighting spirit and hitting it. The fist was just to buy space for himself, and his right hand tightened the sword in his hand and swung it over.

Falke obviously felt that he had been hit, but the touch from his hand should have been hit in his fist. But the feeling of feedback back is not like it is blocked, but it is difficult to save.

The sword in his right hand struck him. Fack also felt the sensation of the sword embedded in the object.

Obviously it should have been hit, but why, the black shadow in front of him, there was no howl, no struggle, as if he was not hurt at all?

"Whew!"

A gentle wind pressure hit, and it was the black shadow who struck.

It was so fast that Falk didn't have time to dodge. He withdrew his left hand and blocked it in front of him, trying to defend against this attack.

"Bang!"

The huge force came, and Falk felt that the arm blocking him was almost broken, and the huge force made the sword held in his right hand almost come out of his hand.

Slipping backwards and going far away, Fark was out of breath in a cold sweat from the pain.

[I didn't expect it to be so powerful!]

For this opponent, Farke has a deep experience. However, he never admits defeat, even in the face of Zhao Fei, he has never thought of admitting defeat, not to mention that this opponent has not yet shown the pressure of despair. Compared to the demonic beast that can completely crush itself with one finger, this opponent is indeed far behind.

I wanted to use my sword to support my body, but I didn't expect to stumble.

Turning his head in surprise, he looked at the sword in his hand. To his horror, the hilt of the sword was still in his hand, but the body of the sword was only half left!

[How is it possible!] It was obviously slashed just now, why, now only half of the sword is left!]

Fack was angry and horrified. This sword was picked out of the batch of weapons that Dubi bought, and it was not comparable to ordinary goods. But it was broken so easily, and the guy in front of him may be even more difficult to deal with than imagined!

Throwing the broken sword, he suddenly burst out with fighting energy all over his body, waved his fist, and rushed forward, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

The anger and horror still affected Fack's movements, and when he attacked again, his movements were no longer as smooth as before.

Falk gritted his teeth, the battle in the dark was too much for him! The other party didn't seem to be affected by the vision at all, but whether he hit or not, he had to judge from the feeling of feedback from his hand or sword. As a result, the action is already much slower.

The touch on the fist means that this time it did hit. Cheng dù, which is sunken inward, is much deeper than the previous one. It seems that the outbreak of vindictiveness and the intensification of the attack are really effective!

It's just that Falke was suddenly horrified to find that the fist he hit seemed to have been caught, and he couldn't pull it back! Feeling the attack coming, Farke hurriedly blocked the attack with his other hand.

[Not as strong as last time?]

Falke was still puzzled, the feeling of hitting his hand this time was different from the previous time, and he felt that when the attack hit his arm, his arm was also caught!

His feet gradually lifted off the ground, and Farke was lifted up like this.

[Don't think that if I leave the ground, I will lose my combat effectiveness!]

Fake's feet began to concentrate on their vindictiveness.

"Because I can't stay in the air, this trick has never been completed. But rejoice, you'll be the first to experience it!"

"Bang ......"

The sound rang out endlessly, and Fack's feet almost became phantoms, kicking at the black shadow at great speed. In a short period of time, he kicked a lot of kicks, wrapped in vindictive feet, making every blow not easy.

Falk has always regretted that he couldn't stay in the air for a long time, and this move couldn't be kicked out at all. Originally, I thought that I would have to wait until my level was higher in the future, and after I could master the technique of staying in the air, I would be able to use it completely. Today, I didn't expect that by chance, he could still use it, but he played very well.

With such an attack, the black shadow is indeed not easy. Falck clearly felt that his hands were loose.

It seemed that such a continuous attack angered the black shadow, and a strong smell of blood suddenly surged over.

A bad premonition occurred in my heart, and it took effect immediately. Falke felt that the hands that were grabbed suddenly tightened, and the feet that he kicked out were also violently opened. Now he has an empty door and is completely unable to defend his body.

"Bang ......"

It was exactly the same as Fack's attack just now, and the extremely fast attack hit the unsuspecting Fak.

[How could it be?]

Falk was horrified as he flew upside down, and the sheer force that sent him flying made him crash into the wall again and again, and this was his last thought before he passed out.

As if he was still puzzled, the black shadow continued to pounce towards Fake, as if he wanted to finish him off completely after he was unconscious!

"Whew!"

Something arrived, with a strong wind pressure, and the black shadow slammed into it.

"Bang!"

An axe smashed into the ground in front of the black shadow, deeply embedded in the ground. It is conceivable that if the black shadow had not stopped, the axe must have been embedded in the body!

"It should be over there!

Loud noises, flickering fires, the guards were finally about to catch up.

As if knowing that something could not be done, the crimson eyes stared at Fack coldly, then closed, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

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