The low roar, with a strong killing intent, made Zhang Qifan can't help but feel a tight in his heart, the killing intent is too pure, it doesn't look like the taste of a normal soul at all, but more like a crippled spirit body-a fierce spirit.

Fierce spirits are incomplete spirits that have evolved from resentful spirits, they do not have a complete consciousness, they only retain some kind of obsession, and they live by killing and fighting, and they do not die.

Spirits with complete consciousness and wisdom will weigh, compromise, and give in, but fierce spirits will not, and if they encounter it, they will not be beaten or not, and they will pounce on them and beat them to the death.

When Zhang Qifan was weak before, the biggest headache was to encounter this kind of brainless spirit, even if his strength was superior, he had to prevent it from dying together.

Could it be that the spirit underneath is a fierce spirit? Is there such a strong spirit?

Before the sound of killing subsided, the opponent's attacks had already followed, and a straight punch slammed into Zhang Qifan's face.

This punch was powerful and heavy, and the sound of wind and thunder was lightly raised, and the air was pressed into a series of air explosions.

Zhang Qifan put his hands in front of him, and the energy intertwined into an energy net, blocking the opponent's punch.

As if a rampaging rhinoceros crashed into the net, the energy net instantly exceeded the limit of its bearing, and the remaining strength crashed into Zhang Qifan's body.

Zhang Qifan's entire body flew upside down for seven or eight meters before he stopped his body, and the interwoven energy net was naturally shattered.

Very strong, after measuring the strength of the other party, Zhang Qifan sighed loudly.

Yes, this power projection is strong. But it's not yet invincible, as long as you are careful, you can still maneuver. At least it's much easier to deal with than its body.

At the same time as flying Zhang Qifan, the projection quickly followed, and he slashed down with one hand.

The projection had cooled into a gray-black rocky shape, but at the same time as the palm of the hand was split, it actually burned again, emitting a reddish light, and bursts of heat radiated away.

Zhang Qifan didn't dare to take it hard, and threw his hands back. Two energy whips were thrown out, and then they shrank violently, taking Zhang Qifan's body back a few meters. I avoided the hand knife of the projection.

The essence of an energy double is an aggregate of energy, and many physical rules are ineffective against it, if, like Radadar, the human mind is always used. It is simply not possible to take advantage of the energy form.

Zhang Qifan, of course, would not make such a mistake. He was now more proficient in energy migration than Batuu, and based on that, he developed many more advanced techniques.

The projection slashed into the air, and before it had time to change its move, a bullet exploded in its face.

As soon as this projection came up, Zhang Qifan was locked as the target of the attack, completely ignoring the Radadar next to him, who was obviously also experienced in combat and was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he stepped back a few positions and waited with his weapon in hand.

The projection splits the air. It was the opportunity he was waiting for, and as the first sub-gun landed on the projection's face, a large wave of dense raindrops of sub-guns followed, enveloping the projection's entire face.

However, this kind of bullet condensed by the soul itself has no physical damage, and his soul is very different from the projection body, and the bullet cannot hurt at all.

The bullet hit the projection in the face, as if it was shining with a flashlight, and there was no damage at all.

The projection continued to ignore Radadar, its toes were a little ferocious, the ground exploded, and its form leaped forward, and its left fist blasted out at the same time.

The fist instantly turned incandescent, dragging a trail in the darkness and shooting straight towards Zhang Qifan.

Zhang Qifan retreated and flashed again, like a ball of lightning dancing in the dark, giving full play to the sensitivity of the energy form.

The lightning-like white light and the dark red magma collided and clashed, and the battle was extremely fierce. Occasionally, a soy sauce-beating Radadar will sprawl out, using a very professional posture and technique, making ineffective attacks.

A few minutes later, the two sides exchanged hundreds of rounds, and the speed was almost lightning.

Zhang Qifan also roughly figured out the strength and tactics of this projection. This projection is wide open, the feet and fists are fast, and it takes a fierce route. I don't know if I don't understand or disdain, and I have never had any skills to unload the force.

The body made of lava is not malleable in itself, and when you do some large stretching movements, the joints will shatter and melt.

Its spirit is very solid, and although it does not use attack techniques such as mental shock, others don't want to hurt it with mental attacks.

Radadar had already consumed a fifth of his soul and had not done any damage to the projection.

At this moment, Radadar finally came to his senses, and raised his gun unwillingly, frowning and thinking that after he became a spirit, the only enemy he had ever touched was the Hertzians.

The soul of the ordinary Hertzian is relatively weak, and his attack method can work, so he continues this method.

But now that he encountered an enemy whose soul was strong enough to ignore the attack, Radhdar was immediately blinded.

With his mind racing, Radadar began to ponder what kind of attack would work.

Fortunately, the enemy ignored him, otherwise in this kind of rhythmic battle, how could he have a chance to think slowly.

At this time, after the projection hit the air with one move, he stomped on the ground with a fierce kick.

The ground jumped wildly, and the place where the projection was stomped, the rock turned red and cracked into a circle of cobweb-like cracks.

Zhang Qifan, who had just retreated to seven or eight meters away, suddenly burst open the rock under his feet, and a lava erupted out.

Zhang Qifan was shocked in his heart, just now he confirmed that this projection was taking a fierce route, but he didn't expect that there would be such an attack method.

Caught off guard, the magma was sprayed on Zhang Qifan's body.

Zhang Qifan didn't carry it hard, weaving a power grid under his feet, blocking all the magma, and with the strength of the magma jet, the bullet went into the air.

Then, Zhang Qifan waved his hands downward.

The energy surged between the hands, one positive and one negative, stirring up a thick lightning bolt and hitting the projection's body.

Rumble! Where the projection was struck by lightning, it was almost melted by the electricity that turned red, and the figure that rose into the sky was smashed back to the ground.

Seize the opportunity, find the opportunity, and hit the target.

Zhang Qifan, who has tens of thousands of years of combat experience, as long as the opponent's strength is not overwhelming, he really hasn't been afraid of anyone when it comes to competing skills, even if he is now using an energy stand-in that he is most unfamiliar with.

As soon as the projection that smashed to the ground stabilized its form, a stone pillar was immediately lifted under its feet, its body was pushed into the air, and it shot towards Zhang Qifan.

Now Zhang Qifan understood that this projection did not suddenly change its style, the lava just now and the current stone pillar were actually made by its body.

In fact, Zhang Qifan is not only fighting with the projection, but the other party's body is also assisting from the side, completing technical tasks such as borrowing and unloading force for it.

This made Zhang Qifan a little headache, because he couldn't figure out the depth of the opponent's body, and the variables of the battle were too great.

I'm distressed, bang! An incomparably clear gunshot exploded, and a black bullet tore a straight black line in the air and hit the projection's head.

The gray-black rock-hard skull exploded like a watermelon.

The residual strength of the exploding bullets did not disappear, spreading in all directions, and there was a flavor that Zhang Qifan was extremely familiar with in the afterglow - dark fighting spirit.

Thank you Wind Thunder Emperor, Koala is coming, lmxy, sword dance 001, stupid sheep.net, geology, monthly pass for river crab mushroom (to be continued......)