Facing Fang Senyan, a great enemy who was painstakingly trying to deal with himself...... Little Lord Fokker didn't say anything at all, at this time, the language Yijing was complete nonsense, his eyes flashed like ghosts, and the hand that Fang Senyan grabbed the sword blade was immediately condensed by a bleak chill, and the chill reached his heart.

Since Fang Senyan had reached the point of being poor at this time, he did not hesitate at this time, and pulled out his backhand. West, aim at little Lord Falk and behead him! Lord Falk Jr. slashed with his backhand, and the two weapons staggered in the air, splashing a little chill and blue starry.

The two of them let out a muffled roar from their throats at the same time, and at the same time, they pressed forward together! The black qi around Lord Little Fokke's body was condensed like a substance, churning and surging, and the faces of the two were only less than twenty centimeters apart, but there were two sharp weapons between them, and the eyes of both sides seemed to be about to disembowel the enemy, dig out their hearts and lungs!

Fang Senyan snorted, and with a single force, he pressed Little Lord Falk back half a step. You can see that the armor on the shoulders of Little Fokker that had been cut by Sival earlier came out with streams of purple-black rotten gas, flowing out like blood, and falling on the ground like sulfuric acid! The squeaky white sè smell is extremely unpleasant.

At this time, the distance between the two was still only half a meter close, and the strong rotten aura on Lord Fokker's body came to his face, but Yijing could not control his own lù out of decline, at this time, he fell into Fang Senyan's calculations, and he was indeed in the weakest state: he first teleported through the distance of space with Momore, and it would cost him half of his black magic ceiling, so it would be difficult to release the ultimate, which was the first bad news.

Leaving one's nest to fight in a different place, the strength will drop by half compared with the heyday at this time, which is the second bad news.

Next, his mount, Mormor, is trapped by the undead pirates on the Black Pearl......... After the knight has no mount, there is naturally no need to say much about his strength......... Needless to say, the strength has dropped by half again!

Then when he was chasing Fang Senyan again, he went on a killing spree along the way! Although the spirit of the person killed by Lord Falk Jr. will be converted into his liliang, the danshi conversion also requires a process, just like a person who drinks nutrients will not take effect immediately, at least through the digestion and absorption of the stomach, large intestine, and small intestine.

Those dead húns will not be converted into the instant combat power of Lord Little Fokker until three days later, but the dark magic power and energy he consumed in the killing process cannot be replenished in a short time!

What's more, in the process, he was also hit hard by Sivale! This makes his strength drop by half again!

In other words, at this time, the little Lord Fokker who fell into Fang Senyan's calculations, his strength was only one-half by one-half by one-half in his normal state! Moreover, among the remaining one-eighth of his strength, Lord Little Fokk's most powerful disease and cold effect Fang Senyan is still close to immunity! That's why Fang Senyan has the confidence to dare to single-handedly challenge him!

By the way, it is conceivable that the strength of a little Fokker in his heyday can indeed reach the perverted strength of one person to resist a legendary warship in hand-to-hand combat! (Except, of course, the Black Pearl)

"This damn ...... Ant! Little Fock's cold eyes locked on the strange skeleton in front of him, feeling the weakness transmitted from the depths of his body one after another, and the heavier and heavier breathing, and a ridiculous feeling in his heart: Could it be that he abandoned the title, money, and beauty in exchange for the infinitely powerful Liliang, who has been staring at Shijie for more than ten years, and has not died in the hands of those powerful legendary figures, during the sacred sacrifice, but he has to be buried in the hands of this ant-like little person who died with a nose?

After this thought was derived, Little Lord Faok's cold eyes also became empty in an instant! Then there was a ghostly flash!

He turned his head away, and Fang Senyan's long knife slashed at the wound cut by Sival earlier, and the rancid purple-black liquid squirted out, pouring Fang Senyan all over his body. At the same time, an incomparably cold vortex formed on Little Lord Fock's right hand, and then aimed at Fang Senyan and pushed out!

At this moment, an indescribable low temperature enveloped Fang Senyan's whole body, and that feeling was as if the cold pale cheeks of thousands of dead people were clinging to his skin in an instant, and the death intention of the dead was greedily absorbing the temperature of all life. , the wind impacts!!

The sound of ice cracking cracked on the surface of Fang Senyan's body! At this time, Little Fokker suddenly raised the Ice Blade Rune Sword in his hand and slashed out from top to bottom!

With a "roar", from the tip of the rune sword, there was an extremely cold ice pick arrow, shooting through the air!

Fang Senyan barely crossed his blade, and Ten Seven West collided with this ice blade arrow in the air, exploding and shattering, leaving deep marks on the surface of his skull.

As soon as Fang Senyan breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Lord Xiao Fudong open his mouth, "...... Burst...... A bang. A swirling ball of phosphorus fire flew out of his mouth and swooped in.

Fang Senyan's resistance to illness and cold was high at this time, but Danshi's resistance to flames was normal. He was stunned, and he could only have time to catch it.

At this time, the moon disappeared into the clouds again, and Fang Senyan returned to his human form, and he could see that the slender scale fire that Little Lord Fokker spewed out was pinched tightly in the palm of his hand, and then squeezed and twisted, and it was because of the fresh skin and flesh that it burned blazing! The flesh of his one hand was scorched, as if it was an unwilling and rebellious snake, still struggling.

At this time, Lord Little Falk strictly speaking, Yijing is detached from the essence of the sub-knight, and his sword is more like a magic wand, often based on all kinds of weird black magic. The difference with the mage is that this guy is also wearing a very heavy plate armor and a very strange and evil mount!

Seeing that Fang Senyan was about to extinguish the phosphorus fire alive, Little Lord Fokker smashed a backhand punch on his shoulder wound, and a large cloud of jet-black purple and black liquid sprayed out and poured on the phosphorus fire.

I saw that the phosphorus fire that was about to be extinguished immediately re-ignited and churned, and a distorted and painful face appeared on it, howling in pain, although the location of the decisive battle between the two was on the top of the cliff, Danshi's howls were mixed together, and there was an echo of hitting each other in the confined space, which was so terrible that it was like a ghost crying god!

In addition to the sharp momentum, even Fang Senyan's skin and flesh were ignited drop by drop of liquid, and after falling to the ground, a large area of blue and black ghost flames immediately burst out, and even the hard rock was burned with a "crackling" sound.

In the face of this kind of attack that could not be prevented at all, the tragic and bloody feeling rose in Fang Senyan's heart again, and the continuous burns triggered the passive ability on the armor, and his kind of brave and rebellious xìng Zi once again churned out from the depths of the spirit, and he actually shouted, not retreating, but advancing! With a raging flame, he drew his sword and slashed at Little Lord Fawker!

At this time, the disadvantages of Lord Falk Jr. losing his mount are reflected, and there will be a cast delay period after he casts the spell. Therefore, there was no way to dodge, and the angry Fang Senyan violently brandished his long knife to attack and attack, exchanging injuries for injuries!

The light of the dark blue sè flickered continuously, and the piercing sound of chopping meat and bones kept ringing! What's even more weird is that with Fang Senyan's last swing, the gloves he was wearing suddenly flashed with silver light, and you can see that the humid water vapor in the four directions actually converged wildly, forming a huge azure bubble that wrapped Little Lord Fokker inside, and it was difficult for him to move half a step inside!

This is Fang Senyan's newly acquired passive ability of the "Deformed Thick Scales": Tidal Impact! Once you are wrapped in this blister, if you don't break the blister, the guy who gets hit will continue to slow down by 80%!

Little Lord Fokker didn't expect such a situation, he hesitated slightly, and then ate Fang Senyan with a knife! This knife has two critical hit effects! There was a crisp click on little Falk's shoulder, half of the plate epaulette flew out, and his entire arm drooped down. The purple-black sè gas gushed out wildly, turning into a relieved face in the air, and fled frantically. It seems that little Lord Fokker has actually sealed countless painful deaths in his own body, and this is where his magic liliang comes from!

Fang Senyan did not hesitate at this time, he raised his knife again, and there was a flash of golden light on the mouth West, Odin's divine power blessed it, and the damage to Little Lord Fokker was also extraordinarily great, and then Fang Senyan slashed it hard!

The knife completely severed the wounded arm of Little Lord Fokker and flew high into the air, appearing as a parabola that fell to the ground with a clatter. It's just that at this time, in the other hand of Little Lord Fock, a cold light flashed, and a long ice spear was suddenly condensed! Look at the specifications and standards of the ice spear, it is a compulsory weapon for medieval knights, the knight's spear!

Fang Senyan didn't know that before Little Fokker fell, he even reached the top three in the knight selection of the British Peninsula that year!

Then Little Lord Falk threw the spear in his hand violently, the ice spear!

I saw that the cold lightning flashed, and it penetrated Fang Senyan's xiōng mouth, and suddenly, his entire left half of his body was numb! Even the blood that spurted out of the wound on his back condensed into strings of bright red ice chips in the air in an instant!

The ice spear was even more powerful, dragging Fang Senyan out of five or six meters, and then nailed it to the rock behind.