Although Nangong Rong was not familiar with the various tactics of the young man in front of him, he could still feel the changes in his spiritual power very clearly, and he noticed it as soon as the other party condensed his spiritual power, and immediately turned over and made an evasive action. How could a young man as steady as an old dog choose to use his body to meet the enemy's attack, but because the two sides were too close, it was useless for him to dodge, because the blade condensed by the young man's mental power would always adjust its position according to the young man's movements.

This was much faster and more agile than wielding a real sword in his hand, and Nangong Rong even had the illusion that the thing hanging above his head was not a cold weapon but a homing missile, although in the true sense of the word, it was neither.

What should I do? After a short period of thought, the brain came to the conclusion that there was no way, and if he couldn't even avoid it, he could only carry it, so Nangong Rong didn't hesitate at all, and directly called the materials on his body to wear that set of armor and made a helmet with an extremely simple style on his head.

The protagonist doesn't wear a helmet or something, this kind of thing will only appear in film and television works, but in reality, if you really want to do this, it is purely death, as the legendary stable Nangong Rong will not die, even if the young man knows very well in his heart that the best way to avoid being attacked by the other party is to fight back first, he still has to prepare a helmet for himself before launching a counterattack.

As for how to fight back, the young man planned to continue to use this magical armor on his body, but his right hand could not be freed, so he set up a small gun mount like a figure model on his left forearm, and aimed it directly at the young man's chest.

Using the abyssal energy in the opponent's body to disintegrate and level the enemy This method is only suitable for low-strength miscellaneous fish cannon fodder, and it can also achieve certain results when used on the small boss, but for the young man in front of him, this is a joke, Nangong Rong has transformed and absorbed all the abyssal energy in his body, and the time he has absorbed is enough for him to kill the boy ten or twenty times.

Therefore, Nangong Rong decided to use a more simple way to level the young man, although it may not be effective, but in the end, it will make the other party react defensively or evasively, so maybe the young man will find some opportunities in it.

At the same time that the wrist cannon in his hand stimulated a dazzling beam of light, the young man's spiritual power blade also happened to fall on the helmet that Nangong Rong had hurriedly concocted. This item, which was made in imitation of the bulletproof helmet of an ordinary soldier in Razfield's hometown, was easily cut without even the slightest obstruction, as if its hardness was not steel at all but cream level, and Nangong Rong could even clearly feel through his scalp that the helmet was effortlessly split in two by some sharp weapon, instead of being brutally smashed by some huge force.

Nangong Rong believed that his skull should not be able to block the blade of the opponent's spiritual power, and now the young man only hoped that his attack could hit the young man realistically and then repelled it, and the spiritual power condensed after the body was seriously injured would naturally be affected and dissipated;

Unfortunately, the worst guess in Nangong Rong's heart, who was disgusted by the goddess of luck for some reason during this time, did not come true after a while - the beam of light from his wrist cannon failed to hit the young man's body, but was blocked by something transparent shield-like about a few centimeters in front of the opponent's chest, and even the temperature could not be transmitted.

After all, the energy contained in that beam of light could ignite ordinary clothes in the air, and now there is no reaction.

Obviously, the young man also imposed some kind of protection on himself like Nangong Rong, but the young man chose to transform the material, while the other party chose to condense his own spiritual power. This shield may be a one-off, or maybe the bombardment of the wrist cannon can be broken through a little more, but in any case, it does block the boy's counterattack now, so that Nangong Rong completely loses the opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

However, this did not mean that the man had won the battle, and Nangong Rong did not really fail, because the former's attack only broke the boy's helmet, but after touching his hair, things suddenly got out of control.

To be honest, Nangong Rong really felt the blade of the young man against his head, and just when he thought that thing would cause heavy bleeding and severe pain, he found that the thing had somehow softened inexplicably, from a cold and sharp blade to a gentle breeze in an instant.

Then, there is no then.

"What the hell, can you actually disperse the opponent's condensed and even substantiated spiritual power!?" Since the two sides were very close, Nangong Rong could clearly see the shocked expression on the young man's face, which was as if he had seen the skeleton soldiers run into the temple to pray, "The eldest lady didn't mention that the other party's mental ability has reached this level when she was doing the mission briefing, is it the other party's deliberate concealment that caused the intelligence work to be wrong?"

I'm not, I don't, don't mess around there, you'll be bald or not!

Nangong Rong really wanted to tell the young man that he was also very surprised that his spiritual power could be dispersed and dissolved and came into contact with his condensed and materialized spiritual power, from the very beginning, the young man didn't know that he still had such a powerful and domineering ability to blow up the sky, everything was just a coincidence, but the problem was ...... Will people believe it?

In fact, if it was Nangong Rong, who had calmly and quietly made a salted fish with soy sauce before, even if his spiritual power had extremely rare divergent characteristics, at most, he could only transform the young man's attack from a deadly blade into a flat blunt weapon, and he might not be killed on the spot, but a red and swollen bag bulged out on his head would definitely not be able to escape.

However, now the boy has broken through in the battle, and as a result, there is an imbalance in the originally similar strength of the two sides, in other words, if it weren't for Nangong Rong's no way to mobilize his surging spiritual power to do something more tangible than creating a puppet, the boy would have hung up the enemy in front of him and fought him.

This is also the reason why Nangong Rong, who is as steady as a dog, did not show much squeeze, because he had no other means of attack other than a puppet, and he really had no advantage in front of young men.

At least that's what the boy thought then, but now...... I heard that your psychic shield is very strong, so try to take my punch and take a look?

Nangong Rong immediately put away his wrist cannon and swung his left fist at the opponent, and after smashing it on the transparent shield that had blocked the beam before, he really felt a little obstacle as if he was stuck in the mud. However, the mud quickly turned into grit, then from grit to air, and finally disappeared without a trace in less than a second, causing almost negligible obstacles.

The young man on the opposite side was also on guard against this situation, and with a slight sideways body, he avoided Nangong Rong's indiscriminate punches, who had little combat experience, and took advantage of the opportunity of the young man's unstable posture after swinging his fist to break free from the right hand held by the other party, and quickly distanced himself from him.

What are you kidding, what a man is best at is to materialize the spiritual power into a variety of shapes to constantly attack nearby enemies, in addition to martial arts and magic or anything, he will not know anything at all, and now in the face of a guy who can easily disperse and dissolve all the condensed spiritual power, where is there still the possibility of continuing to fight, even if the other party also does not know any martial arts and magic, but people can arm themselves like Iron Man, and in the end, it is no problem to be beaten to death by a fist.

"Miss, I'm in big trouble here, I request an immediate replacement!" The young man said loudly on the spot after successfully widening the distance between him and Nangong Rong, it should be as if he was using some kind of communicator to communicate with Stephanie, "That kid can disintegrate my condensed spiritual power, and restrain me more than his attribute of being able to absorb abyss energy, and if he continues to fight, he will lose sooner or later." Stand still and wait for your teleportation?Okay, I see, please hurry up, I don't want to confront that kid for even a second. ”

His most proud ability is not enough to be described by the opponent's natural restraint or something, and the young man is now thinking about hiding as far away as possible, and as for who is responsible for replacing him, whether he wants to explain something to the other party, he has not even considered it at all.

This guy is no longer a son of the plane who fights hard against the abyss to protect others, and if he can't even sacrifice his life to complete the task, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely how to save his own life and nothing else.

Although it felt a little inappropriate to let the young man leave and return to the body of the black earth dragon like this, even if he went back, it was impossible for him to intervene in the fight between the two giant beasts, and Stephanie's teleportation was impossible to stop with Nangong Rong's strength, so the young man finally chose to let it go.

The state of the teenager who has just completed the breakthrough is actually not stable, and it can even be said that there are great ups and downs, and it is likely that there will be some bad effects on the young man all the time, resulting in the consequences of the breakthrough being relatively limited, so Nangong Rong also hopes to have time to slow down a little, and now that people want to take the initiative to retreat, why bother with it?

Even if it can only be exchanged for more than ten seconds of calm.

It had gradually begun to make Nangong Rong feel that the familiar water ripple fluctuations appeared in the air diagonally above the young man, which was a precursor to the imminent activation of Stephanie's spatial skills. This is probably the only weakness of Hei Changzhi, enemies who are always vigilant or act quickly can detect this sign and have a chance to dodge, which is why Octavil was able to overstep the level and entangle the opponent so that the girl could not launch an additional attack on Nangong Rong.

It's just that now the object of the skill is his own side, and the young man naturally has no need to dodge, just wait for the skill to have an effect.

Then, all kinds of noisy sounds on the battlefield seemed to disappear in an instant, and in the eyes of the young man and Nangong Rong who turned from calm to stunned, a pitch-black crossbow arrow flew out of the ripples like lightning across the sky, and went straight into the man's chest before everyone had time to react.

Then, the surrounding sounds resumed.

"What......" Nangong Rong opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to say something, but in the end only one syllable was uttered, and then there was no movement, raising his right hand slightly as if to keep his friend who was about to leave, and his face was completely confused, and the shape was exaggerated like an art sculpture.

The young man was even more miserable, and before he could make a sound, his throat was filled with a constant gushing of red liquid, which rolled around with every attempt to breathe, sometimes out of his mouth, sometimes into his lungs and trachea, and he was able to make a sound.

Nangong Rong had 10,000 reasons to believe that Stephanie definitely didn't cause this strange situation because of her mistakes, but the young man couldn't figure out why Hei Changzhi wanted to abandon his right-hand men at this time, after all, the dragon that was fighting with Godzilla was made by a young man, and if he burped and caused the dragon to disintegrate into dirt, who would be responsible for stopping the little monster?

Unless a man's sacrifice can be exchanged for more powerful combat power than the black earth dragon, only in this way can it meet the characteristics of the sacrificial summoning, otherwise if the sacrifice of a three-headed dog of hell summons a slime, wouldn't it be a loss to death? After all, not every slime is reincarnated and has its own system.

The young man didn't die on the ground because he had lost his strength, because before that his whole body burned as if it had been ignited, and some kind of dark purple flame gushed out from the surface of the crossbow bolt that pierced the man's body, engulfing it completely.

It's just that the flames came out of the man's eyes, nose and nose and even some other holes when they surged, and the situation looked a little too terrifying, as if something evil was trying to encroach on an unlucky man from within, and there were many similar scenes in various science fiction films.

It didn't take long for Nangong Rong to know why Stephanie was doing this, or rather, he knew what kind of thing Hei Changzhi was summoning.

The terrifying evil aura, the mental pressure like a mountain, and the negative emotions that are almost sticky into substance, there is no mistake, no matter how long it takes, Nangong Rong will never forget that these characteristics only belong to one kind of existence, even if the other party is just a clone of ordinary humans, it is absolutely impossible to compete with the super boss.

The Abyssal Will, using the young man's body as the foundation, descended in this plane.

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