No. 127 screamed wildly, and the vascular tentacles up and down his body flew wildly, like ropes wrapped together, and they were heavily pumped on Fang Lin's back!

Fang Lin, who had closed his eyes tightly, was knocked out like a small stone! The blood on his back was blurred by the whiplash, and the flesh and skin were rolled up, but the corners of Fang Lin's mouth showed a sneering smile, because No. 127 had missed another opportunity to severely damage the enemy - what Fang Lin was most worried about was that No. 127 took advantage of his punch into his body, and before he had time to pull it out, he used thousands of veins to twist and twitch to lay a dense net-like defensive formation on the surface of his body, sealing his retreat, and then methodically taking turns to stab him with the vasculature sharply, That's the tricky part!

But this possibility is very small, because human beings are animals that act according to instinct, and to make the above choices that are beneficial to themselves on the 127th is like an ordinary person who endures the feeling of itching on his arm, watching the highly poisonous mosquitoes greedily sucking blood, and tiptoeing methodically to find mosquito killers to spray on his arms. [No pop-up novel network]

The reaction of a normal person after being bitten by a mosquito is only one, that is, a "snap" slap past. No. 127 reacted similarly, pumping it with a "snap" of his vascular tentacles. The difference is that mosquitoes will be slapped to death by ordinary people, but Fang Lin will be swept away by the vascular tentacles, thus getting out of danger!

The fist "wave" burning with purple flames was drawn out of No. 127's body with a bang!

The 127th, who was originally fangs and claws, howled in pain, and most of the vascular tentacles above and below his body softened weakly. Its body trembled violently with pain and anger. It tried to turn around and launch a series of attacks on Fang Lin's terrifyingly scheming opponent - but this easy move was as difficult as the sky!

Fang Lin closed his eyes, he sat next to him in a very embarrassed manner, it looked as if his spinal bones had been broken, but he immediately stretched out his hand, and then climbed the edge of the flower stand next to him, Fang Lin's fingers gave people a tight, powerful, and calm feeling, and then he rolled backwards, loaded himself, and raised his gun!

The muzzle of the defender's black hole hole is again pointed at number 127! Then a large number of dense bullets were spilled over, and No. 127's veins twitched and stirred wildly, but his ** was temporarily constructed from human fresh flesh and blood after all, unlike the butcher's thick fat soaked in purple-black venom, so the scorching bullets splashed No. 127's body surface with flesh and blood, as if dense raindrops hit the calm water, which looked extremely poignant.

And No. 127 was staggered backwards after being beaten, and he was still roaring angrily, stabbing deeply into a big tree next to him with his vascular tentacles, and then pulled it up and threw it at Fang Lin! At the same time, its body is silently sideways.

This was not only the attack of No. 127, but also his temptation, because he couldn't figure out how Fang Lin could capture his true location when his eyesight was completely lost and his mental power detection was hazy and misplaced! The purpose of his tree throwing was to try to see if Fang Lin used sound to perceive the external environment.

In the face of No. 127's temptation, Fang Lin simply ignored it, and continued to hold the defender's gun mount and aim calmly, giving people the feeling that he was completely focused on shooting and attacking, and completely ignored everything outside his body. The medium-sized tree with a large amount of sand and gravel smashed on Fang Lin's body, but it couldn't bring him any real damage, and soon turned into a blazing torch, and the fiery bullets also bombarded the body of the escaped No. 127 intensively and accurately!

"Damn." Number 127 felt seven or eight fiery bullets embedded in his lungs, and it was definitely not a pleasant feeling, and it was the most uncomfortable thing for him. From the very beginning, there were a number of deviations in his plan:

Fang Lin was actually able to find his whereabouts accurately, the butcher could actually throw three terrifying bloody chains, and Fang Lin did not dodge or dodge in the face of his tree-throwing attack, insisting on continuing to attack himself until the last second.

On top of that, Number 127 has no idea where his deprived vision skills are flawed!

For No. 127, who is also good at calculating layouts, in such a life-and-death battle, one thing exceeding his own estimate is already a mistake, two things exceeding his prediction is a serious loophole, and the third thing in the battle situation that is not expected by him is really a failure! The psychological blow can also be said to be extremely serious!

So number 127 ignores one thing.

A crucial thing.

The butcher did not die, but was only controlled by his massive vasculature, which resembled muscle columns similar to nerves, and temporarily lost the ability to move. And No. 127 was hit by Fang Lin's heavy punch at this time, and then he was shot indiscriminately, even though most of the flesh and blood on his body were absorbed by the pedestrians next to him, he was still greatly traumatized.

This led to the butcher being able to move freely again!

When No. 127 hurriedly tried to insert the vasculature into the butcher's body again, he had already seen the butcher roar and bend down to pick up two giant knives and slash down with a thousand people, and then slashed down like chopping ribs!

The two huge monsters rolled together, and the strong smell of blood came to the nostrils, gathering little by little into the fountain in front of them, and then being inhaled by the electric pump of the fountain that was not closed, and sprayed out, so that the air formed a faint pink, dyed with a bloody remnant sun, it really looked like hell on earth.

No. 127 was still trying to fight back, and after his vascular tentacles pierced the butcher's body, he tried his best to paralyze the butcher again, but all of a sudden, the butcher's whole body swelled up and down like a swollen ball, and his eyes were also red! No. 127 suddenly felt that he had encountered a mountain that looked like a high wall, and it was crushed from top to bottom.

Powerful Magic: Crazy State Blessing!

Such an oppressive force immediately broke the fragile balance between the two, and the huge thousand people slashed out seven or eight terrible blood marks in the air, and the sharp blade slashed horizontally, slashing No. 127 in half alive!

In the final analysis, No. 127 is actually just a mentally powerful elder.

Even though he has special skills, his melee combat effectiveness will not be stronger than that of a butcher who fights in close quarters full-time. No. 127 is strong in the corrosive surname of the flesh and blood absorbed from the body, as well as the sharpness and density of the vasculature flying in the sky, and of course, the most important thing is his shielding vision and mental power detection dislocation.

In addition to these, it can be said that No. 127's hand-to-hand combat melee ability is definitely inferior to that of the butcher, his corrosive flesh and blood is ineffective against the butcher who can spew purple-black poisonous gas, and the terrifying veins are less than one-fifth left after being interrupted by Fang Lin, and although the dislocation of shielding vision and mental power detection is still effective, but for Fang Lin, he doesn't know why it is ineffective!

In such a situation, it is reasonable that No. 127 is not a butcher's opponent at all. No. 127, who was beheaded in half, was slashed into the body hidden in it by this knife, he pointed at Fang Lin's lips and snorted violently, but he couldn't say half a word, so that the last image that swept through the pair of dark green pupils that gradually lost their luster was the figure that would make people feel like they were looking up to the mountains when they saw it, and of course, the faint sneering smile on the corner of Fang Lin's mouth.

"Player No. 127's stamina has been reduced to less than 1/10, and he is eligible for defeat."

"You beat player 127."

"You get the bet. 150,000 points. ”

Fang Lin walked in front of No. 127, who was still twitching and writhing, and said lightly:

"Want to know why I can see things?"

No. 127 was still in a dying struggle at this time, not completely dead, he heard Fang Lin's words and gasped sharply, and his five fingers dug deep into the ground! He was so eager to know the answer to this question, because he could quickly find out the hidden dangers of his skills. Avoid the next failure.

"Give me 20,000 points, and I'll tell you." Fang Lin suddenly smiled mysteriously. It's a pity that No. 127 can't see the expression on his face, otherwise a chill will definitely rise in his heart.

No. 127 didn't say a word, he directly traded 20,000 points, and said hoarsely:

"Come on, I don't have much time."

Fang Lin unceremoniously accepted the 20,000 points, and said with a slight smile:

"I'm just saying it casually, bye."

When this slut said goodbye, he had already stepped on No. 127's face, No. 127 was really naked, and he never thought that there would be such a shameless person in the world.

It wasn't until No. 127 disappeared into the air that the expression on Fang Lin's face became serious, and he said lightly:

"Your ability to shield your eyesight is indeed very powerful, and even mental power detection can interfere with blurred dislocation....... it's a pity that you met me! When I entered the square, I had already memorized the location of every grass, tree, stone and brick on this wide square, so although the mental power detection was hazy and displaced, I only needed to come into contact with the unique landmark building on the square - the statue that was placed. It can be deduced that the deviation between the misaligned scenery in the eye and the actual scenery is 7.8 meters to the left, so that the normal situation can be easily understood. According to this data, you seem to be directly in front of me, then your actual position is 7.8 meters on the left, of course, normal people can't have such a strong sense of direction data, can accurately on each scene, with the naked eye to calculate the distance of 7.8 meters to the left, but I can do it effortlessly, so I know your situation well! ”

(To be continued)