Fang Cheng's figure flickered. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With each flash, a green blood flower bloomed.

2.2 Agile.

Fang Cheng's speed at this time was almost comparable to the speed of a professional-level peak martial artist.

Above the high level of the professional level, it is the peak of the professional level.

A professional-level martial artist who has reached this level has extremely deep internal strength, an extremely strong physical body, and the limit speed per second can reach fifty meters.

But with the same speed, here in Fang Cheng, it can give full play to the advantages of world differences.

After the agility reaches 2.2, the effect of the earth's gravity is almost halved.

And...... Even if Fang Cheng was fifty meters per second, there was not the slightest sound of tearing wind.

It was only when the knife was swung and punched that there was a tearing explosion of air.

This means that the wind resistance is weakened by a quarter!

Fang Cheng's eyes became brighter and brighter.

This battlefield is at his disposal.

He is Fang Cheng.

He is...... Jedi Warrior!

One by one, the warriors who were on the verge of death were rescued.

One by one, the crazy Blah enemies were slashed by Fang Cheng.

Crisp and clean.

Resolute.

Or a knife, or a punch.

Lin Tianyu gasped heavily, enjoying the fresh taste of life and feeling the smell of blood.

It's both ecstasy and frenzy.

This figure ...... It's Fang Cheng!

The Heaven Splitting Phoenix Lou Yu does not have this kind of majesty.

The old school in the sectarian world also talked about Fang Cheng...... said that it was to teach a hard lesson and suppress the limelight of Fang Cheng.

They are up-and-coming, and they still want to cover Fang Cheng...... Give Fang Cheng more time to grow.

This goods, where is the genius.

He is clearly a martial arts powerhouse with the peak strength of the professional level.

The high pro level, or even the pinnacle of the pro level, is nothing more than that.

Lin Tianyu's upper and lower teeth collided, making a gurgling sound, and he looked at Fang Cheng's rapid figure in a daze.

Quell.

"What!What's that!?"

Lin Tianyu knelt on the ground with a bang, his upper and lower teeth bit his tongue, and the incomparable pain came to his mind.

He hissed and exclaimed:

"Illusory Will! Invincible Strong! Impossible!"

Behind Fang Cheng's body, there was a faint white ball of light circling and standing.

It's as if the unreal has come to the world.

It's as if fantasy begets reality.

It was a pure white day!

A brah attacked.

Lin Tianyu slapped him away, as if crying and laughing, and tears flowed down directly:

"First Level! Invincible Strongman! Jedi Warrior!"

............

Three minutes later.

"Wow!"

The last brah neighed ferociously.

The white man Clarley moved his right arm and swung his great sword.

Die!

Finally...... Killed.

Clarey's eyes were so sour that he almost burst into tears as he fell to his knees on the ground, trembling and looking around at the silence.

Too quiet.

It's too eerie to be quiet.

The white Clarey was emotionally tumbling, afraid to look, didn't want to look, but had to look.

This tranquility not only heralded the annihilation of the Bura enemy...... It also represents:

Death to comrades-in-arms!

No...... Am I the only one left!?

Clarley's eyes widened, and she turned heavily to look around.

“......”

As a professional-level high-level martial artist, Clarley's throat moved.

Clarley froze, then raised his right hand, which was covered in green blood, and wiped it on his uniform several times, then rubbed his eyes.

At a glance.

There were lying people on the ground, and there were sitting people.

But most of the people looked at the figure standing in the center in a daze.

Even if you take a cursory look, you can see more than a dozen surviving comrades.

The white Clarley's tears flew at once, the tear ducts collapsed, and he opened his mouth wide and laughed wildly three times, and roared:

"Fang Cheng!?Jedi Warrior!?"

The figure paused, turned his head, and looked at Clarley with a strange look.

It was Fang Cheng.

The white Clarey slammed the ground hard, ignoring the wound on his left wrist that was almost broken, and roared: "Brothers, we live, we live!"

.........

Five minutes later.

Twenty-one registered war martial artists, with countless major injuries and small wounds, stood quietly on the top of the hacksaw mountain.

The warm rays of the sun could not illuminate the gloom in everyone's hearts.

A team of sixty-five.

Three, escaped.

Forty-one people, dead.

Twenty-one, alive.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists, his face was pale, his cheeks trembled, he restrained his sadness, and quietly looked at the corpse in front of him.

The corpse, until it was dying, was waving its fist forward.

It seems that there is still unwillingness.

The enemy has not been destroyed, the war has not been over, how can it be destroyed?

However, reality does not give people the opportunity to imagine extravagantly.

The corpse, the head was bitten off.

Fang Cheng recognized that this was the ...... of their Ninth Patrol of Hacksaw Mountain Chen Hu.

Wang Youwei had tears in his eyes and whispered his blessings sadly:

"Brother, Brother Chen...... Heaven goes all the way, your family is my family, I swear by the king, no matter what happens......

Whether I'm here or not, I won't let my siblings and nephews suffer any grievances. ”

Mourning, sorrow, pervades the land.

The white Clarey took a deep breath, stopped being silent, and sat down on the ground.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the bloodstained comrade-in-arms on the side and laughed in a low voice:

"Xiao Lai, you guy is always reluctant to give up this cigarette, give it to me this time. ”

Pursing her lips, Clarey smiled again:

"Stingy ghost, I know, you said you won't give it to ......"

"Alright man, a million dollars a cigarette is fine, last year you said you were going to buy your sister some supercar, but you never had the time and didn't have that much money. ”

"Smack. ”

Clarley rubbed his fingers, the flames flashed, he took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke: "It's okay buddy, I've got money...... I have money ......."

This comrade-in-arms, but he did not move.

This bloodstained comrade-in-arms has a big left eye and a ...... right eye Teared down.

He's Wright.

He is a registered warrior from the United States.

Lin Tianyu's eyes were dim, staring at his brother lying on the ground.

Yu Lin is his good brother.

The two of them supported them all the way in the Ice Immortal Sect, and after how much suffering and how much disdain they tasted, they struggled to reach the strength of the professional level and high level.

After another year or two, you can advance to the professional level.

Lin Tianyu snorted, and bright red spit smashed on the gravel ground.

......

Ten minutes later.

Everyone stood up straight, facing the sun, facing the forty-one comrades, and bent deeply.

What's more, kneeling on the ground, kissing the ground, crying silently.

The white man Clarey turned his gaze and walked towards Fang Cheng, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Fang ...... Jedi side, thanks to you this time. ”

One regiment of the Bula enemy, a total of 1,309 Bula enemies.

Fang Cheng killed more than a hundred Blah enemies.

Without Fang Cheng this time, everyone would definitely die here.

Thinking of this, a smile flashed through the heart of the white Clarley...... Jedi warriors, it's better to meet than to be famous.

More than a dozen people who were rescued by Fang Cheng either supported each other, or walked in front of Fang Cheng tremblingly.

Fists collide.

This is friendship, this is recognition, this is respect, this is respect.

Fang Cheng's eyes were silent, without the slightest hint of joy.