Chapter 3: The Strength of the Ascetics

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"Let's go!"

As soon as he saw Fang Zheng to the end, he knew that Fang Zheng was the other of his own people of the Chosen One, not only did he not have the slightest intention of helping Fang Zheng, but he turned Fang Zheng into a usable person who could attract others, and ran towards the surrounding subway lanes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Zheng had already expected in his heart that if it were him, he would definitely do the same when he saw a lone Chosen One. It's just that at this time, Fang Zheng's heart has changed his initial opinion of these Chosen One. Although they, like themselves, can suppress their strength and keep it at the quasi-bronze level, they are real dishes, and those who are together with the Chosen One are not prepared to accept this Chosen One who is also an earthling.

And when Fang Zheng was pretending to be garlic, Officer Charlotte was also frightened, although he had been threatening people with a gun all kinds of things, but at this time, someone in front of him was directly killed, and it was the first time he had seen it.

Charlotte felt a little uneasy in her heart, and at the same time, she ran towards the bald head who had chased out, but the other party left directly, leaving only a man dressed as an ascetic, and it was not difficult to ask, "What else do you want to do?" ”

"I've helped you as agreed, isn't it above, can you help me with a few kind words......" Rubbing her hands, Charlotte's ugly face at this time was undoubtedly revealed.

"Good words?" This man sneered, seeing that Charlotte still had the face to say such a thing, the anger in his heart made him angry: "Get out!" Kind words for you? Let you surround these people is surrounding, you actually let them escape because of your hatred with a few little ruffians, and ruin our big things, you will spend your life in a hospital bed! ”

"Click!"

With a punch and a kick, Charlotte was just knocked away, and her legs twisted out a weird arc to the side under the opponent's foot, and she spun and flew out upside down.

"Smack!"

As if a mess of meat fell to the ground, Charlotte twitched a few times, and then saw that she was taking in more air and less breathing. Seeing this scene, the people around them were silent, and they finally realized once again how powerful people with cheats are. In their eyes, the Chosen One is the one who has the secrets. And the Chosen One is also the one they can't provoke.

When the bald head led the others to chase and kill the other Chosen One, the person who had already angrily kicked Charlotte who had ruined their good deeds, at this time, after seeing Charlotte's bad luck, was still angry, and saw that Hank was trying to help Fang Zheng leave, and immediately angrily kicked Hank.

Maybe for the bald head, Hank is just a small character, he doesn't even bother to watch it, and revenge is disgusted with wasting time, but this person is grumpy at this time.

Seeing that this kick could break the leg of a thick tree at the waist, Hank could not dodge it at all, and suddenly, a hand reached out in front of the man dressed as an ascetic.

"Smack!"

The palm of his hand firmly caught the other party's leg, and Fangzheng, who was barely carried by Hank, put Hankra behind him, and looked coldly at the Chosen One who was dressed like an ascetic in front of him, but was extremely cruel in his heart: "Ordinary people don't let it go, don't you think you are a little excessive?" ”

"It's just ordinary people, their lives don't belong to themselves, they only belong to power! And I'm the one who has the power! The Chosen One quickly retracted his legs, and his heart was also surprised that Fang was just forgiving and strength.

Fang Zheng seems to be only a quasi-bronze level strength, and although the strength of his leg is large, it is just a random leg, but Fang Zheng can catch it, which is amazing. Because these people are not simply the chosen ones, but the strong people in the various space-time centers who do not recognize people in front of people, and after daring to take money, they will definitely be able to do it, which is the guarantee that they believe in themselves and have these strengths.

Therefore, at this time, although this ascetic is not as powerful as the real Chosen One, among the Chosen One that he is seeing in front of him, only Ma Dang can barely make a draw with him. Ma Dang is the strength of the upper bronze level, and he is the strength of the bronze middle rank, which shows his strength.

And this kick of his, a normal quasi-bronze level Divine Chosen One, absolutely can't withstand it, but Fang Zheng can raise his hand to block his attack lightly, and Fang Zheng's strength, he has already put it in his heart.

"You have the power to control the life and death of these people at will, haven't you thought that you were once controlled by people like you? These are just ordinary people, but you are killing them all, and you are not afraid of your own actions and bringing the same retribution for your own family? Fang Zheng was really angry, it was true that everyone was now the Chosen One, but after he became stronger, he no longer estimated the life and death of the Chosen One who was once like himself.

Why? Why do people have to change when they have power? Fang Zheng's gaze was cold, and his heart was a little cold.

"Retribution? If no more than 50 people survived in the entire million-strong city before I became the Chosen One, this would be my kind retribution, and then I am now making up for the fact that I should have the ability to influence the life and death of others. For Fang Zheng's words, this person only felt naΓ―ve, he felt that Fang Zheng had not experienced anything.

Hearing the other party's words, Fang Zheng knew that the other party was the kind of person who took revenge on society, and since everyone had nothing to say, let's have a good fight. Because the other party wanted to kill Hank, and inexplicably wanted to kill himself, the Chosen One, Fang Zheng had no other choice but to share life and death with the other party.

"Drink!"

The fist was instantly covered with gray color, and after Fang Zheng had just used his skill to throw away Hank, who was already stunned, he saw the other party quickly punch him, and immediately retreated. But after the ascetic punched the air, he chased after Fang Zheng and quickly chased a punch, Fang Zheng dodged again, and the other party continued to attack.

Even a boxing can only be dodged by people like Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng believes that the best way to let go is to attack, so Fang Zheng directly hit the opponent's fist with his head at the same time, and pulled out the Soul Devouring Holy Sword from his personal space.

"Buzz!"

Thinking that Fang Zheng was going to use his head to resist his own attack, but after the ascetic was misjudged by Fang Zheng's guidance, he only saw his fist hit the shield composed of a metallic diamond-shaped square that suddenly appeared.

And the Soul Devouring Holy Sword that Fang Zheng pulled out had already slashed towards the person in front of him when the two sides were instantly still!

"Whew!"

A piece of clothing was torn, and the ascetic only felt a burning pain in his body, no, this pain was not physical-physical pain at all, as if it came from his own soul, that is, his strong physical body defended against the damage and recovered quickly, but this pain lingered in his heart.

"What a weird attack!" gave Fang Zheng an evaluation in his heart, thinking of the defense that suddenly appeared in front of Fang Zheng's head, coupled with the unexpected attack that he made at this time, this person knew that Fang Zheng was not easy to mess with, so he moved the mind of temporarily retreating.

The really strong people who can survive until now will not feel ashamed because of the temporary retreat, if they know that they can't beat it, they are really stupid.

However, how could Fang Zheng let the other party get his wish, and when he rushed towards the opponent's feet, many diamond-shaped metals that were not very powerful attacks were missed, but they made the opponent's next step empty, and Fang Zheng rushed directly into the opponent's arms, pulling the ascetic towards the drainage channel below.

There was a smell of corruption in the rectangular drainage channel, and it could be said that the filth of the whole city gathered in it, but the two Chosen Ones, Fang Zheng and the Ascetic, would not feel disgusted by this terrain, and they had seen even more disgusting things, which was just an appetizer compared to the beginning.

Compared with these, Fang Zheng and the ascetic in front of him cared more about the victory or defeat between everyone.

"You can't kill me, although I haven't condensed the golden bell jar yet, but I have reached the realm of iron cloth shirts, and if you continue to spend time here with me, my companions will come!" The ascetic said, his face shrewd.

"Why, are you thinking about me as an enemy? Since your companions will be coming soon, I'll just kill you before they arrive. Fang Zheng didn't mind talking nonsense with the other party, because he also needed time to brew, and now, time was enough.

"Iron Shirt! Bombardment punch! ”

"Disarm!"

In an instant, two people with calculations in their hearts broke out at the same time.

When the body seemed to be draped with a layer of invisible armor, the ascetic was like an invulnerable god of war, and his punch was wrapped in a powerful momentum, as if a drill was going to directly penetrate Fangzheng, and the sewage in the waterhole under the ascetic's feet in the entire sewer was brought up by the opponent's punch, and together they turned into an offensive and rushed towards Fangzheng.

However, Fang Zheng does not have the opponent's powerful attack moves, but has more explosive damage.

Countless diamond-shaped pieces of iron shimmering with the color of iron-black precipitated metal are like a world separated under Fangzheng's control, like a torrent that can tear everything apart under Fangzheng's control.

"Brush Lala!" The first pieces of iron slammed into the ascetic's fist and were blocked.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! But when the surrounding pieces of iron that were not affected by the punch flew in, they began to tear apart the ascetic's outer defenses, and continued to tear apart the opponent's body at an extremely fast speed.

"Come on!" Fang Zheng saw that the other party was about to impact him, and the Soul Devouring Holy Sword that was recovering the charge in his right hand finally slammed into the opponent's fist at this time.

"Boom!"

The support in the entire sewer began to crumble, and the ascetic's defenses were also shattering, and the ascetic's fist was heavily imprinted on Fangzheng's chest, and Fangzheng's Soul Eater Sword also pierced into the ascetic's fist, like a bamboo stick piercing through the curved sausage.

"Whoa!"

After the impact of the two men, the gravel smashed into the sewage on the ground, and the flying sewage also fell.