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Eren hid in a hole in the ground, which he dug himself, slanting from the ground to the ground, and digging a space to hide. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The ground exit was fully camouflaged, and he reined in all his qi, even if a strong man stood on top of his head and sensed it with all his might, he might not be able to find him.

He was very confident in his disguise and concealment, but he didn't dare to be careless this time, after all, it was a supreme who was chasing him.

At the moment, his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep. In addition to recovering his physical strength as soon as possible in this gesture, he also replayed the scene of the fight with Frius in his mind with an amazing memory.

Playing against the Supreme is a rare opportunity, and Alan has to seize all the time to digest this experience as soon as possible, so that he can have a little bit of a life-saving grasp in the next encounter.

Frius's movements and shots are different from those of ordinary strong players.

Below the Supreme, Allen came into contact with none other than Starck and Baal, these two people were powerful, and Alan also suffered under them. But no matter how strong they are, there are traces of movement and attack.

Frius was nowhere to be found.

His movements, his attacks, seemed to have merged with the space. So Allen's keen perception didn't work at all, especially Frieus's attack, and Allen's so many punches and kicks were not in vain. He had already fully experienced with his body how terrifying the supreme's attack was, and it was not that Frius did not use the source power, but his source power was not released, and it was only the moment he hit the opponent that he was full of momentum.

It was a very short process, and the power of the mountain was burst out in every square inch, and even Allen's physique after this second transformation could not withstand it.

Alan rehearsed that battle dozens of times in his mind.

Defeat in every battle!

But it was not without gain, and deducing Frius's movements from constant memories was actually a learning process for Allen. He knew that when he was able to perform the same moves as Frieus, it would mean that his skills had truly reached the level of perfection.

And just like that, two days passed.

Eren had fought Frius three hundred and sixty-seven times on the imaginary battlefield and had died three hundred and sixty-six times. Only the last time, he did everything he could, earning half a point of the lead, and slashed Frius's fist with a hymn.

After a slash, he opened his eyes. With a slight smile, he regained his fighting spirit.

Eren began to move his hands and feet, and as he moved, a layer of debris shook off his body. It was blood scabs, dead skin, and mud powder. When the debris was gone, his skin was still as smooth as jade, and the wounds from the battle with Frieus were healed.

At this time, a cold snort entered his ears. The sound was so close that it sounded like it sounded in his ears, and Alan's heart pounded as he knew that Frius was coming.

Frius did come, even standing on the ground above Alan's head. He raised his foot and stomped on it, and the ground within a hundred meters shook nearly a hundred times in an instant, and the amplitude of the earthquake changed excessively, and the ground immediately sank under the feet of the Black Emperor. Moments later, Frius was already standing where Eren had been hiding before, but the latter had long since disappeared.

Frius said lightly: "Space jumping? It's really a handy ability. ”

In the distance, there was a faint aura of Allen. Frius set the direction and got out of the pit in one step. The second step was already a few dozen meters away when it fell, and he continued to chase it.

For the next five days, the two chased and fought. Each encounter is extremely short, but the process is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, it will be a pattern of blood spattering on the spot. In the first four days, each time Allen was killed and fled. On the fifth day, Eren ventured out to hide in the corpse of a newly dead beast, using the scent of the flesh and blood of the beast to disguise himself. When Frius passed by, he attacked and attacked for the first time that he had fought with Frius.

It's a pity that it's only half a knife.

In order not to let the Black Emperor find out that Eren did not dare to use the Anthem of Destruction, he used the Red King instead. When the Red King slashed away, Frieus returned the punch. The fist swept away the Red King, and at the same time, the continuous vibration of the source force also shattered the long knife that had been following Allen for a long time. Alan dragged the knife away regardless of the heartache, and the knife was never cut off, so it could only be regarded as half a knife.

However, this half-knife also forced Frieus to adopt a defensive position for the first time, and Allen was slightly relieved.

The two of them went all the way west, and they had already left the scope of the Demon Shadow Country. The Western Regions are desolate, thousands of miles away. Allen has traveled all the way, and the population is rare. Sometimes when you are alone, you feel that the world is silent, and you are alone. This kind of loneliness and silence is the most test of will, if it weren't for the fact that Alan would not be in a hurry to deduce the battle with Frius, and digest the experience of killing along the way. Or set up a sneak attack on the Black Emperor, otherwise he might not be able to bear this lonely feeling and turn back to the south.

At the end of the week, Alan said nothing. When he meditates, his qi dies like a dead tree and a dead stone.

The combat skills are constantly breaking through, although there is still a distance from the untraceable perfection realm, but it is completely different from the past. When caught up by Frius on the ninth day, the two exchanged five punches and two stabs. Alan blocked four punches and was knocked away by Frieus's fifth punch, but he also slashed the side of the Black Emperor's face with a blade, cutting off a strand of his hair.

On the twelfth day, Alan plunged into the mountains. The plains are extinct here, and the rolling mountains lie in front of him, and the environment here is even more complicated. With Allen's masterful gaze, one can pick out several suitable places for ambushes.

Of course, if not sure, Alan will not risk an ambush. After all, the opponent is the Black Emperor, and every ambush means gambling with his life.

By this time, Eren was no different from a savage. The original long coat on his body had been badly worn out during the battle. The robe had been thrown away by Alan, his pants had turned into a pair of shorts, and his shoes were missing. Eren was wearing only one animal skin, which had been taken from a strange beast along the way. This animal skin has not even undergone any processing, but the temperature in the Western Regions is cold, so the smell of the fur is light. Alan used it to cover up his scent, which can be regarded as symbolically dressing himself in a "dress".

On the third day of entering the mountains, Frius did not seem to follow, and there was no sign at all. But Alan knew that it was an illusion, and whenever he stopped, he would always feel a faint pinprick feeling, which was the oppression that Frius gave him.

Even if the man didn't even release a little bit of qi, Alan just sensed it. After going deeper into the mountains, he began to find some traces of human activity. At first it was an apparently machined stone spear, followed by several broken vessels piled alongside rubble. Soon after, Alan discovered a mass grave that resembled a mass grave. In addition to the bones being directly exposed to the ground, he also found a corpse that had just died, and several strange beasts were feasting on the corpse.

These signs all point to one thing, the presence of barbarians in the mountains, and even one or two tribes.

On the fifth day, a figure appeared on top of a lonely peak. It was sunset, and the sunset in the distance was more than fire, and the figure was even more domineering. Alan glanced at the figure from a distance across the three mountains, and then quickened his pace.

Frius has already come after him.

On the seventh day of Allen's entry into the mountains, a valley was flat and small. Two groups of centaurs were fighting, neither of them clothed, most of them wearing a striped skirt around their waists. The weapons they hold are also very rough, but everyone has a lot of strength, and they all look like they are sixteen or seventeen.

The sixteenth and seventeenth level source power, even if it is thrown in the two empires, it is among the elite soldiers. But these people in the valley are obviously uncivilized Bal people. In the middle of the battlefield, two men are fighting. The two men were taller than the others. In addition to the skirt around the waist, there are chains of animal teeth on the neck and wrists. One of them was bald and carrying an axe, while the other had long hair and a hammer in both hands. The two of them were full of arrogance, and there was a phantom of a strange beast behind them, but they both had the strength of level twenty-seven or eight.

Apparently this is the leader of both sides.

The two men were in the midst of a fierce battle, and after each of them collided with each other with fierce moves, they retreated at the same time. Oppressed by their qi, both sides retreated, revealing a blank space. The two leaders wanted to fight again, and suddenly there were more figures in the middle of the battlefield.

It was a silver-haired young man, clad in animal skins, and carrying a surprisingly large war knife in his hand. The two leaders looked at each other, seeing that the man clearly did not belong to either side. If you look closely, you don't have half of the source strength on his body, but I don't know how he appeared on the battlefield.

The next moment, there was another figure opposite the silver-haired man.

The same man, with a slender build. Dressed in the best armor that made the eyes of the two leaders shine, the battlefield was still fighting non-stop. There was a strange silence in the middle, and the two men looked at each other as if they could not see the savages around them.

Finally, the bald leader couldn't help it. Whether it was the giant knife in the silver-haired man's hand or the armor on the black-haired man's body, they were all great treasures in his eyes. He was so powerful that he raised his axe and slashed at the black-haired man closest to him.

The leader on the other side was afraid that his movements would be slow, and he even snatched the giant knife in the hand of the silver-haired man in front of him, and suddenly let out a loud roar, and smashed the double hammer on the head of the man who was obviously much thinner than him.

Then the barbarians on both sides saw an incredible picture.

The black-haired man raised his hand and pointed a finger at the bald leader's great axe, and then the giant axe vibrated violently, and the vibration spread to the leader. The bald man's eyes were as big as copper bells, and the next moment the giant axe shattered inch by inch, and the man exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

On the other side, the silver-haired man simply lifted the giant knife. Seeing no other movements, the leader with the double hammer suddenly froze, followed by a red thread from the center of his eyebrows to his waist, and finally his body was separated in the center, and blood and internal organs flowed out after falling to the ground.

The scene was as quiet as a ghost domain, but the sound of killing was still on the periphery of the battlefield, and the atmosphere was extremely strange. Then the barbarians on both sides screamed and squeezed out desperately, and they shouted and screamed, and those who were still fighting finally stopped, and then slowly retreated, and finally escaped out of the valley.

Frius shrugged, "It's finally quiet." ”

"That's right."

"Let's get started, then." The Black Emperor threw a punch, ignoring the space, and before the punch, Allen's face continued to expand, and then it was obscured by the blade of the broken hymn.

When, the moment the fist and the knife collided together, a cracked texture floated on the ground under the feet of the two, and then hundreds of air columns exploded, blasting into the air like spears!

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