In the west, Xuan Yu, who was advancing rapidly, stopped again, and the aura on Xuan Yu's body rose a little again, but after a moment of silence, he moved forward again.

About half an hour later, Xuan Yu, who was advancing quickly, suddenly had a sudden jump in the breath of his body, and he successfully recovered his sixth-level cultivation. This time, Xuan Yu's surprise was not small. In Xuan Yu's perception, the gray chains on his body, which were originally a dozen, had already broken four.

This kind of gray chain, originally called "Rashomon", is a high-level exercise that the demon clan does not spread, and it can gather the power of many characters to suppress one person. Each gray chain represents an elite warrior, which means that at least four of the elite team that has been chasing after him for thousands of miles have died.

Just when Xuan Yu was puzzled, the sound of a Force gun suddenly sounded in the distance, followed by a flash of Force breath, feeling that somewhat familiar breath, Xuan Yu's face was full of astonishment, and his delicate and deep eyes were full of incredulity.

The little boss who seemed to have only ignited a Force node was able to use the Force Gun, and the sudden burst of Force was deep and pure, even if it was thousands of meters away, Xuan Yu subconsciously squinted his eyes.

But thinking of the black figure leading the team, Xuan Yu wrinkled his straight nose, that is not a simple thing, a guy who is really from a famous local family, even if the young man behind him can kill four elite soldiers, but he probably can't escape!

However, the current Xuan Yu can't take care of others, even if the young man is planning to help him, after standing for a while, Xuan Yu once again moved forward quickly, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Wang Wuwei chased down the wisp of breath, and after only an hour, he locked on the other party. It's just that after looking at this location, Wang Wuwei's face turned pale.

Fang Zhuo's chosen hiding place was the first garbage dump on the outskirts of the city on the way forward, filled with steel wreckage and municipal domestic waste left behind by the industrial age. All kinds of mixed unpleasant smells, for the demons who are born with a habit of cleanliness, fighting here, the combat effectiveness will be reduced by at least one-tenth.

Therefore, this is the final place of life and death chosen by Fang Zhuo!

"Little guy, pray that you won't be found by me for a while, otherwise I will never let you die simply!" Wang Wuwei looked at the steel wreckage dozens of meters high and the extremely unpleasant smell in front of him, said coldly, and then tightened the cloak behind him and entered the garbage dump.

The entire garbage dump is surrounded by the remnants of the old industrial era, and from the sky, it looks like a doughnut magnified countless times.

Fang Zhuo was hiding in an abandoned cockpit at this time, and the entire cockpit was only half left, thrown in the middle of dozens of extremely thick steels, from here, the field of vision could cover most of the front of him, which was an excellent position. Fang Zhuo put up the beetail in his hand, because the body of the gun was covered with a matte coating, so he didn't have to worry about reflection at all.

After taking a deep breath, Fang Zhuo could still hear a slight heartbeat. However, Fang Zhuo knew that this slight tension was the best state of imminent battle.

This time, Fang Zhuo was in the bee tail and suppressed five Force bombs in one go. However, from the aura he felt, the other party's strength was at least level eighth, even if Fang Zhuo's fourth-level cultivation that had been hidden all along, it was like an ant compared to it. Fang Zhuo's chance was that Wang Wuwei would never have imagined that in a small place on the Scarlet Continent, there were Force bombs specially supplied by the kamikaze legion guards.

Therefore, even in a garbage dump with an extremely favorable environment, Fang Zhuo only had one, at most two chances, otherwise he would inevitably have to face the master who was at least level eight cultivation, which would definitely be fatal.

So, it must be a one-hit kill!

After all the camouflage was done, the purple mandala in Fang Zhuo's Force node slowly enlarged, and the aura of the whole person disappeared from this pungent and unpleasant garbage dump.

It didn't take long for Wang Wuwei's figure wrapped in a black cloak to appear in Fang Zhuo's field of vision, with a magic power so rich that it was almost ink, which was particularly conspicuous in Fang Zhuo's tactical telescope, but Fang Zhuo did not pull the trigger. At this time, although Wang Wuwei was restricted by the environment, he was in a vigilant and focused moment, and the possibility of being sniped was too small.

It's a pity that Fang Zhuo didn't overestimate his own strength, but underestimated a demon knight's firm confidence in capturing a suspected genius on the Cangming List, and even underestimated Wang Wuwei's background from a famous demon clan.

The moment he entered the garbage dump, Wang Wuwei judged that it was unlikely that he wanted to find a deliberately hidden guy in this garbage dump.

According to experience, after investigating several possible hiding places, Wang Wuwei, who found nothing, quietly occupied dozens of breaths, and actually began to search from the route in, one meter and one meter, and the resoluteness shown behind this action was a little admired by Fang Zhuo.

However, the emotion flashed away, and the Force gun in Fang Zhuo's hand still firmly put Wang Wuwei in the aiming ruler, just waiting for an appropriate time.

Time passed, about five minutes passed, and Fang Zhuo's grasp of this shot became bigger and bigger. However, Fang Zhuo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, this feeling was like Fang Zhuo was taking a bath, but suddenly found that the door was not closed, and then there was a person who suddenly stood at the door and looked at him.

Quickly opening his field of vision, Fang Zhuo saw a gray wild bird squatting not far in front of him, with a pure gray body, a pair of eyes that were indeed pupils, and a trace of weird aura was revealed in his agility.

The moment he saw this gray wild bird, Fang Zhuo was sure that he had found the reason for that strange feeling, and almost at the same time, the bee tail in Fang Zhuo's hand trembled violently, and a milky white package instantly crossed the space and appeared in front of Wang Wuwei.

Fang Zhuo didn't look at the results of his shot, but a military thorn appeared in his hand, and it was thrown out in an instant, allowing the gray wild bird to penetrate directly, and then flew into the garbage heap opposite!

"Ah!" A shout that tore through the air appeared instantly, it was Wang Wuwei.

Listening to the pain and madness revealed in the shout, Fang Zhuo frowned, his own shot was certainly powerful, but it was not the best time just now, that shot would bring trouble to the other party at most, and it should not make the other party suffer so much.

There were doubts in his heart, but Fang Zhuo's movements were extremely fast, like a black shadow, quickly transferring between countless scrap steel, and behind him was a loud bang, and the cockpit, which was originally only half left, was completely smashed to pieces by an abandoned locomotive that flew over.

"Boy, you will understand that provoking me is the stupidest action in your life!" Wang Wuwei, who rushed over quickly, his red eyes were full of killing intent, but the speed was extremely fast, and it seemed that the shot did not cause harm.

At this moment, Fang Zhuo realized that his understanding of the strength of his demon warrior was not clear, at least he did not know enough about a demon knight with an eighth-level cultivation.

After being shot, Wang Wuwei was still as fast as electricity, and the environment of the garbage dump did not seem to have the slightest effect, and instantly appeared behind Fang Zhuo, holding the steel rod that he pulled out halfway in his hand, looking like he was going to smash Fang Zhuo out as a ball.

The steel rod whistled into the wind, and it was extremely heavy in itself, coupled with Wang Wuwei's strength, if it was smashed this time, Fang Zhuo would have to lose half his life if he didn't die.

However, this did not happen, because a second mass of Force Bullets wrapped in milky white light appeared in an instant, blasting the steel rod in Wang Wuwei's hand into nothingness.

But after the second shot was fired, the effect of the original force gun in Fang Zhuo's hand disappeared.

Dodging the whistling steel rod, he could no longer dodge the ensuing kick, Fang Zhuo was kicked into the garbage heap in the distance like a cannonball, and the original force gun in his hand was nowhere to be found.

Before he could calm down, Fang Zhuo saw Wang Wuwei standing in front of him, and these two black magic powers were wrapped around his body, completely restricting Fang Zhuo's movements.

However, Wang Wuwei didn't look at Fang Zhuo who was sitting on the ground, but reached out and touched the snow bamboo on the two scars on his face, his cold face couldn't hide the depression, looking at Fang Zhuo in front of him, bared his teeth and said: "It seems that my luck is really good, I thought I was just a Terran kid with a little talent, but I didn't expect it to be a surprise, it seems that you are still in the mouth of the Terran, Rune Sealer?"

"That's my bad luck, not your luck!" Fang Zhuo turned his head and spat at the mouth, and spoke.

"No, it's my luck, it's your misfortune!" a sneer flashed on Wang Wuwei's face.

"In my opinion, of course it's your bad luck!" An extremely pleasant voice suddenly sounded, Fang Zhuo and Wang Wuwei raised their heads at the same time, and a slender figure stood at the top of the garbage heap, with a faint smile on his face, as if the powerful demon knight in front of him did not exist.

didn't care about the question of whose luck was good, and didn't care about Wang Wuwei, who was close at hand in front of him, Fang Zhuo laughed!