Zimo looked at Wang Fuyun scolding there, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, so you are irritable, and next, you will be even more irritable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The moment you catch up, you have to have the consciousness of losing your life.

Zimo glanced at the sky, in the wasteland, he often had to face this kind of chase, this kind of pursuit battle, he was very familiar with it, either to get rid of the enemy in this pursuit, or to achieve a counter-kill.

Otherwise, there is only one result - death.

There was a flash of nostalgia in Zimo's eyes, the current situation was so similar to the situation in the wasteland. The same enemy who is stronger than himself behind him, and he also has to run away.

But compared to being in the wasteland, the situation is much better, and although there is a gap between the strength of yourself and the enemy, it is not too much. Zimo is confident that he will achieve a counter-kill, even if Wang Fuyun has that silver-white armor on his body.

The silver-white armor also needs to be supported by the power of his life, no matter how strong his power of life is, Zimo believes that there will be a time when it will be exhausted.

What's more, even if it's not exhausted? You don't have to kill someone yourself, and you can kill an enemy without breaking your defenses.

The key is to see how you kill.

Zimo had already sentenced Wang Fuyun to death in his heart, and he was confident. This confidence comes from the wasteland, from his own experience in countless chase battles.

That's one of the reasons why I've survived in the wasteland.

If you are not strong, then you have to learn two other skills, Hardy and Running. How to escape, this is a science, and when you escape, to achieve counter-killing, this is another science.

It just so happens that these Zimo understand.

These thoughts drifted through Zimo's mind, and the experience of escaping and chasing in the wasteland began to appear in his mind continuously.

What a familiar scene!

Wang Fuyun, who was rushing towards Zimo, felt a ball of things rushing towards him, what is this, there is no taste, Wang Fuyun hesitated, or flashed, dodged, in case it was a stinky boy's conspiracy, he was infected with something, but he would die, he didn't want to die.

Zimo frowned, and sure enough, he was right, the old man seemed to be brainless, and he didn't care about any attacks, but he was actually awake in his heart.

Sure of something, he is naturally not afraid.

This unknown and unconfirmed thing, he still avoided it.

Sure enough, he is still old and immortal, old and immortal, and the older he gets, the more shrewd he becomes.

It seems that if you kill this old man, you will need to play with him for a while. Thinking of this, Zimo calculated the time, and killed this old man within three days, after all, he still had to deal with Yan Haoran, and that was the real big battle.

At this moment, Zimo suddenly had a feeling, did Yan Haoran already expect that the battle between himself and this old man would take three days to solve?

Tianfeng Building, Tianfeng Building, Zimo suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, confirmed the next direction, and ran in the direction of Tianfeng Building.

And Wang Fuyun, who was dodging, changed his face, what a secret weapon, what a stinky boy got just now was a pile of water, and he was scared like this by a pile of water.

"Damn boy."

Wang Fuyun scolded, and rushed towards Zimo with an ugly face, and he was a dignified seventh-level evolutionary who was scared away by a basin of water.

Zimo heard the scolding behind him and said, "Old man, be careful, the ground is slippery." ”

As soon as Zimo's "slippery ground" was spoken, Wang Fuyun had already fallen to the ground, Wang Fuyun got up, and the fire in his heart completely came out.

Although he was not injured in this fall because of the protection of the silver-white armor, what was it?

Humiliation, naked humiliation.

Wang Fuyun felt that his face was hot, although he was covered with silver-white armor, he couldn't see it.

He was actually calculated like this by a hairy boy.

"Stinky boy, don't let me catch up with you, or I will break your body into pieces and feed your body to the dogs."

Wang Fuyun's voice was resentful, but it was as piercing as a duck.

"Anyone can shout slogans, and I'm louder than you, so you'd better catch up with me first, old man! Friendly reminder to you, old man, you better go back, otherwise you have to be careful, careful, careful. ”

Zimo's faint voice came from afar, and Wang Fuyun was almost fainted. Zimo is like this, of course, it is not without purpose, provoking this old man, he is more likely to show his flaws, and he doesn't say anything, he is still afraid of this old man, and he will really be afraid to continue not to hunt him down.

Then how can he kill this old man?

Wang Fuyun was furious, "Stinky boy, you'd better pray, you haven't been caught up by me, otherwise, if I don't smoke your bones and drink your blood, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart." ”

Wang Fuyun said and sped up again, chasing after Zimo.

When Zimo was on the run, he had already begun to calculate in his heart, of course, there were the traps that he kept arranging for the old man, these were all learned by him in the wasteland, although these small traps were not enough to be fatal, but it was enough to interfere with the enemy and cause trouble for the old man.

On the one hand, it can slow down the old man's speed, and on the other hand, it gives Zimo time, giving him time to create an attack that can really kill the old man.

At this time, Zimo thought in his heart, the old man's silver-white armor, this is the effect of the old man's natal power, as long as it is natal, there are defects, Zimo never doubted this.

There is no invincible destiny.

Zimo can't deal with it, it can't be said that the old man's life is invincible, it can only show that Zimo didn't find the old man's flaws.

Silver and white armor, this should be a natal like armor or iron, iron, armor, iron, armor, what are you afraid of this kind of natal life? What are you afraid of?

Zimo's eyes rolled, and he suddenly had an idea in his heart, old man, you are dead.

Not to mention Zimo, Wang Fuyun has wanted to cry without tears all the way, and he has not suffered any major injuries along the way, but small troubles continue, especially Zimo doesn't know where to attract a group of bloody eyes, that battle, but almost killed him.

The more this is the case, the greater the hatred for Zimo in his heart, Wang Fuyun reminded himself in his heart, be careful, be careful, this kid, except for playing these conspiracies, there is nothing else, as long as he catches up with him, this kid is dead.

In this way, the chase between Wang Fuyun and Zimo has been going on for almost two days, and Zimo has already completed the last step, waiting for the arrival of the old man.

Wang Fuyun's face was a little embarrassed at this moment, if it weren't for his natal power, the protection of the silver-white armor, he was afraid that he would have lost his life, and his natal power was also strong, so it was enough to support it for three days.

This also made Zimo completely abandon the plan to wait for the old man's natal power to be exhausted and the silver-white armor to disappear.

However, these are no longer important.

Even if Wang Fuyun's silver-white armor can still support it, Zimo is still confident that he can kill Wang Fuyun with this lore.

Excessive belief in the power you possess will kill people in itself, and there are also many ways to think that your defense is invincible and not break the defense to kill.