Seeing his ten knuckles fall to the ground, Clinton had a trace of astonishment on his face, as if he didn't believe that this kind of thing could happen, and the originally clean white gloves had been stained red by his own blood at this time, which was so dazzling.

Ten fingers, each one missing, looks very abrupt.

For Clinton, who has always pursued appearance and demeanor, this kind of injury is more in the bottom of his heart than on his body, after all, for everyone's horror online experiencers, the injuries in the mission world are only temporary injuries, as long as you can leave alive, the group owner will help you recover, so you don't need to worry too much.

However, this scene was imprinted in Clinton's heart, and being cut off ten fingers by a person in the Oriental circle who had almost been stalked so many times was equivalent to knocking all the pride he had shown before to the ground, and he also stepped on it a few times.

Zhao Zhu took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the ground, the two daggers on his shoulders had disappeared, but the two blood holes were still on Zhao Zhu's body.

If it weren't for Zhao Zhu's ability to simulate the laws of space and see the path of the laws of space, he might have been tortured to death by Clinton now.

Clinton raised his head again and looked at Zhao Zhu, this time, the indifferent and sure look in his eyes disappeared, and an emotion called "anger" began to appear, this emotion rarely appeared in Clinton, after entering the circle, as he became stronger and stronger, the number of times became less and less, but today, now. He regained the taste of this anger.

He didn't like the smell very much, and he hated it.

Clinton's body began to tremble slightly, along with the trembling space.

Zhao Zhu's body was also trembling slightly, he didn't want to attract the resonance of the surrounding space. It's because his body was damaged by the two daggers and the additional damage caused by the daggers before, plus this body was originally sewn up with silk threads, which already looked a little ...... It's unusable.

"Space Trial!"

This time, Clinton didn't talk nonsense or ramble anymore.

The trembling of the surrounding space reached the highest level at this time, and then a huge beam of light was projected on Zhao Zhu's body from the center, and immediately, the surrounding space suddenly began to shrink. It seems that Zhao Zhu is going to be pressed into a pie like this, and he uses the movement of space to kill people, which is very dignified, but it makes it difficult for you to defend, which is completely overwhelming.

Zhao Zhu pointed a finger at the center of his eyebrows, and in an instant, all the surrounding feng shui patterns were under his control.

"Expand!"

Zhao Zhu let out a low sigh, and the barrier of the feng shui pattern suddenly formed. Twelve defenses were formed around him.

However, these defenses are indeed somewhat inadequate in the face of the "space trial". When the space was compressed, the eleven feng shui pattern defense lines arranged by Zhao Zhu collapsed in one breath, and the last one was only struggling, and it couldn't last long at all.

Zhao Zhu's control of the feng shui pattern at this time is certainly superb, but it is far from being able to confront the power of space, but Zhao Zhu is not really naïve enough to use the power of the feng shui pattern to fight.

"There are three thousand worlds of Buddha!"

In an instant. Another Zhao Zhu appeared in front of Clinton, this is not the real Zhao Zhu, the real Zhao Zhu is still trapped in the pattern of "space trial", it seems that it is only a matter of time before he is crushed into meat sauce, this is just a projection of Zhao Zhu. Legend has it that the Buddha was able to project himself into his own 3,000 Buddha kingdom to teach the teachings, but Zhao Zhu was just painting a scoop based on the gourd at this time.

Zhao Zhu of this projection did not drag the mud and water in the slightest, and the spiritual fire directly ignited on his body, and rushed towards Clinton.

It's a gamble, but it's also a gesture;

My body can die, before I die, pull you as a back!

Zhao Zhu's fighting style has not changed from the beginning.

In the same way, these Westerners have never changed their way of fighting, and they ...... Spare your life.

Clinton's figure retreated, he had seen Zhao Zhu's previous picture of using spiritual fire to directly ignite Dharaza, and naturally he was unwilling to let this flame contaminate his own body, but his retreat, or his move, made the "space trial" pattern begin to loosen, and Zhao Zhu waited for this opportunity.

The frequency of his divine consciousness is in a state of a thousand times, and he directly found the loose position, driven by the power of his mind, he directly stretched the loose position and stretched it open, breaking the face on one side, and the "space trial" that was menacing before and killing Zhao Zhu in one fell swoop was directly resolved in this way, if it weren't for Clinton himself to retreat first, Zhao Zhu's game would be really difficult to solve.

"Ahem......"

Zhao Zhu bent down and coughed heavily.

"You can't kill me like this." Zhao Zhu's voice was very soft, but with an obvious contempt, "This is fighting, this is fighting, you calculate too much, and you care too much, so you will never be able to kill me." ”

Clinton didn't speak, he hadn't spoken since his ten fingers were broken before, even if his killing move against Zhao Zhu failed again, he didn't speak, just continued to prepare for the next killing move.

Clinton's change made Zhao Zhu feel a dangerous atmosphere, he seemed to have driven this opponent a little crazy, like bullying a roommate to tears, it is estimated that it will be himself who will not be at ease at that time, for fear that his roommate will directly take a knife to stab himself or poison himself in a water cup at night.

Zhao Zhu felt this way at this time, a Clinton who didn't speak and didn't play with the British gentleman's demeanor was even more terrifying;

If Zhao Zhu can learn how to fight in battle, will Clinton not?

He's also learning.

Clinton raised his hand, revealing his bloody gloves, and then gently stroked it in front of him, and a glass appeared like this, and then, around Zhao Zhu, hundreds of such glasses appeared.

Clinton walked into the glass, and yes, the whole person was gone.

The others disappeared, but Zhao Zhu sensed that hundreds of Clinton's breaths appeared around him at the same time!

The next moment, a breath belonging to Clinton soared, appeared on Zhao Zhu's left side, and walked out of the mirror on the left side, Zhao Zhu moved his body without hesitation to avoid it.

At this time, on the other side, there was another Clinton whose breath suddenly soared, and Zhao Zhu retreated again.

More than ten times in a row, Zhao Zhu didn't dare to slack off once, and chose to dodge all of them.

It's not that Zhao Zhu hasn't tried to leave this area, but the mirror seems to exist according to Zhao Zhu's fixed point, and when he goes there, these hundreds of mirrors will appear wherever they are, like a shadow, and Clinton is likely to come out of a mirror and launch a sneak attack on himself.

You know he's going to sneak up on you, and you're already wary, but it seems ...... There's still no way to guard against it.

After a while, Zhao Zhu was relieved, he just stood there, not guarded, you are going to come to a sneak attack, okay, come on.

And then...... Clinton is coming.

Behind Zhao Zhu, in the mirror, a hand stretched out, and all the fingers of that hand were cut off, but there was a cold dagger in the palm of his hand, which stabbed directly at Zhao Zhu's neck.

Zhao Zhu didn't turn around, even if he sensed the breath behind him, he still didn't turn around, he just turned his head slightly sideways at this time.

"Poof!"

The dagger still pierced into Zhao Zhu's neck, but because of Zhao Zhu's previous movement, it did not pierce into the center, but grazed the skin, bringing a large piece of flesh and blood from Zhao Zhu's neck.

Then, in the mirror on Zhao Zhu's front, a hand also stretched out, and that hand also held the dagger and stabbed Zhao Zhu's lower abdomen.

Zhao Zhu didn't dodge.

"Poof!"

The dagger pierced into Zhao Zhu's lower abdomen, and when the dagger was about to turn to expand the results, Zhao Zhu raised his head, pointed above him, and shouted in a low voice:

"Spiritual...... Storm! ”

"Buzz!"

In the sky above Zhao Zhu's head, a terrible spiritual storm broke out, and the spiritual power strangled everything and raged, there, there was also a mirror, and from it slowly came out of Clinton's head.

Under the raging mental storm, Clinton's head was covered with blood, and blood was gushing out of his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes, making this British aristocratic gentleman look like a murderer rolling out of a pool of blood at this time.

"Two points can determine a plane, and three points can determine a simple spatial pattern."

Zhao Zhu stubbornly withstood Clinton's two stabs and found Clinton's third position to attack, which is still a way to kill a thousand enemies and lose oneself even more than a thousand.

At this time, Clinton finally wanted to speak, he opened his mouth, his mouth was full of blood, and his teeth were full of blood foam, obviously, he was suffering the blow of Zhao Zhu's mental storm, and it was also a cruel torture for him.

"Huh...... Do you think I'm going to retreat this time?

You've made me angry, you've made me angry, and when you've humiliated me again and again in this life-for-life way, I feel like my reason has slowly been overshadowed by anger.

You can die, why, I can't?

Come on, let's compare together, on the premise that we don't want to die, will you die first, or I will die first! ”

As soon as the words fell, the two daggers began to tremble, began to dissipate, began to annihilate, and together with Zhao Zhu's body near the dagger, his skin, his flesh, and even his bones, were beginning to annihilate together.

A silver mask slowly floated out at this time and was put on Zhao Zhu's face, and Zhao Zhu only had a pair of eyes exposed at this time, which was very cold.

"Okay, good, I love this game, it's really fucking exciting!"

At the same time, Zhao Zhu's spiritual storm coefficient directly skyrocketed, and the blood in Clinton's skull was gushing out like a faucet. (To be continued......)