Albos' speed is certainly not as strong as his strength. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is no doubt about that.

But this is only a comparison that exists in Albos itself, and compared with the speed of the black-robed youth, it is not slow at all, not only is it not slow but also very tricky, directly occupying the foothold of the youth, leaving him with only the road of fighting strength.

In fact, the black-robed young man had been secretly observing for a long time.

He was very jealous of Albos's strong power, but since he hadn't shown any speed, he thought he could win with his speed.

Controlling power with skill was originally the only way to deal with power-type cultivators.

But now that he was forced by this barbarian to fight for strength, how could he not make the black-robed young man feel both aggrieved and frightened, and he had already made up his mind to only take one punch, and then immediately flee.

It's just that this punch of Albos is so easy to catch.

In addition to the sound of tearing his eardrums, when the fist was about to arrive, the black-robed young man felt that the air seemed to burn, and a burning sensation made him no longer care about his chic image.

Wrap your hands around and protect your head.

"Bang".

Even if he had already made the strongest defense he could in such a passive situation, he was still broken by the power of this punch, and the Venus in front of him was chaotic, and he retreated again and again under the dizziness.

As soon as he stabilized his crumbling body, before he had time to see the situation clearly, the black-robed young man immediately turned around and wanted to escape.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Albos's stiff face without any expression.

Even an exclamation didn't have time to come out, Albos's second punch had already bombarded again, and the black-robed young man could no longer dodge this punch, so he could only bear it.

Watching the black-robed youth's head smashed like a watermelon, Albos was particularly refreshed.

His eyes stared at the body of the black-robed young man lying on the snow without blinking, he sighed comfortably, the ranking on the "Killing List" had come to the seventh place, and Albos suddenly felt that it seemed unnecessary to continue waiting for Su Hao here, and there were many people who wanted to kill him in this ranking.

However, he still felt that even if he wanted to leave, he had to finish the mockery of pretending to be a young man first.

Every time he smashed someone's head into a rotten watermelon, Arbos had to wipe the blood from his fist while taunting his opponent fiercely.

He slowly squatted down, and suddenly felt that the wind and snow had become strange.

The wind is stronger, and the snow is dancing.

Someone was approaching him at a very fast speed, definitely much faster than the black-robed youth, and faster than him, and Albos could have concluded that the man must be someone who didn't like to pretend.

It's a terrible man who won't give up until he gets his goal.

A chill ran down his lower back, the feeling of being locked in by the aura of danger.

Albos was not confused, and immediately prepared to roll to dodge.

Image is far less important to him than being able to survive, and this roll is not just a simple dodge, his strength has been cultivated to the point that all parts of his body can exert force, and when the time comes, with the help of his crotch, he can also complete a deadly counterattack.

Only this time his calculation was about to fail.

Even though his reaction was extremely fast, he couldn't completely avoid the blow that hit him in the back, and a snowball hit him in the crotch like a heavy iron ball.

The original plan to exert force on the crotch failed, and Albos could only continue to roll three times before he rolled over with grinning teeth.

The person who was still angry and sneaking up in his heart was too despicable, and he found that a shadow had come to him.

Anger immediately turned to horror.

Several consecutive miscalculations have actually made him unstable, and in this kind of life-and-death duel, being unstable is also the biggest taboo.

Nearby snowflakes suddenly came at him like blades.

There was a pain in his stiff face.

Compared to his strength, Albos's ability to resist hits is really not strong.

The attack that hides behind the snowflakes is imminent.

There was a sound.

Each blow landed on Albos's flesh, and each blow was not light, and the muscles of his face that had remained the same finally twitched, and he couldn't control them under the pain.

However, he finally saw the person who was sneaking up on him, and the eyes hiding under the hood were so calm, it was Su Hao, who he had been bent on attacking and killing before.

He suddenly had a realization in his heart that this plan might have been a mistake from the beginning.

The number one person on the current "kill list" is not so easy to deal with at all.

But Albos is also not a man to be tied.

The pain and danger aroused the violence in his heart, and he roared, regardless of it, a punch slammed into Su Hao's face, and he didn't defend against Su Hao's punch at the same time.

Trading a punch for a wound is his defense.

This approach has allowed him to turn the tables in many unfavorable situations.

Either the opponent does not have this kind of courageous determination and finally chooses to avoid, or the opponent can only exchange injuries for death in the end, and Albos's powerful punches are not able to resist hard after all.

Of course, Su Hao couldn't resist Albos's powerful punch.

So he didn't resist, just a shake, and the big fist was already in the air, but the two punches he struck really hit Albos's body.

Albos finally let out a roar of rage.

The successive losses made him go berserk, the arrogance in his blood was completely activated, and his beard was all open, like a wounded beast that would continue to be attacked regardless of it, and bombarded Su Hao with both fists one after another.

The air seemed to be torn apart by him, and the snowflakes were all running away.

The expression in Su Hao's eyes was calmer.

——This is an illusion created by Albos, the flicker in the eyes that flashed before the madness did not escape Su Hao's sharp eyes, so now it is even more impossible to retreat.

The Blue Meteor saber came to his hand at some point, but it hung low.

It looked like Su Hao had suddenly lost his balance.

Albos was by no means as savage as he seemed, and seeing that Su Hao seemed to be temporarily frustrated by his frenzied attack, he immediately turned around and fled, but he forgot the most important thing.

His speed was not as fast as Su Hao.

The bright sword light suddenly flashed in the snow, more crystal clear than snowflakes.

Bright red blood flew up, Albos' head soared into the sky, and his luck finally came to an end. Su Hao had already stopped, and the saber also returned to its scabbard, quietly watching the headless corpse fall heavily in the snow.

Ling Nianqingli's figure appeared not far away.

Su Hao turned his head and smiled lightly.

"We're going to have to wait here for a while, and there should be more people coming."

Ling Nian nodded lightly, no matter how long she waited here, no matter what kind of strong enemy she had to face, she was willing to accompany him to wait all the time.