The soul that enters the spiritual space will not be able to survive in the first place!

Like food eaten in the stomach, even if Alex doesn't kill them, time will digest them.

Now, in order to speed up the process, Alex is constantly beating them to death and scattering. Soon the effects were seen, and they were getting weaker and weaker.

"Thers'er!" Justifa suddenly shouted.

The first to be absorbed by the space was the black woman, who, after a death, was never able to condense into a clump and come back to life, but turned into a mass of particles scattered in space, and finally turned into nothingness.

"You demon!"

At this time, Justifa had already understood that there must be something wrong with the place he was in, which was neither heaven nor hell. After he died a few times, it immediately became clear that this place was draining his energy.

"Boom!"

With Alex's attack, Justifa was shattered again, but surprisingly, he was able to come back to life. If you were an ordinary person, it is estimated that you would have lost your will a long time ago and let the space corrode and digest.

I don't know if it's because people who practice witchcraft are more determined, or if it's something else, the couple's souls are obviously more difficult to deal with than Kane. However, on the other hand, the quality of soul energy is also higher, perhaps there is not much difference between everyone in terms of quantity, but the quality of soul is still very different.

This time, Justifa condensed the appearance of a black man, but a white old man who looked like he was seventy or eighty years old.

Seeing this change, Alex almost suspected that space had been invaded. This guy in front of you may be some kind of power.

However, from the fluctuation of his soul energy, he could immediately tell that this person was still Justifah!

"You're not Justifa!"

Alex soon understood that little Richard's uncle, the real Justifa had been occupied by a dove and had been dead for an unknown number of years.

"Hmph, that stupid fellow, thought I was going to give him the sacrificial sorcery! But I didn't know that I was leading him on this path for the sake of his new body! The old white man in front of him is almost gone. I still look like I'm strong in the world.

"You're Justifah's teacher?"

"Not bad. I taught him sorcery and took his body as well. It's a pity that it still fell to such a point because of this guy. ”

That makes sense, when little Richard first came up. Justifa, who was an uncle, was unmoved. Not even secretly helping. Just watched little Richard suffer from it.

Because Justifa has long since ceased to exist. Only the white wizard in front of him didn't know how many years he had lived.

No matter who the other party is, Alex can't let him live. In order to save time, he stopped asking.

I don't know if the old white man gave up his resistance, or if it was because he had been killed too many times, this time Alex quickly eliminated him completely. After the space absorbed the souls of two wizards in a row, it quickly changed.

As for what kind of changes have been made, Alex did not delve into it, after all, there are dangers outside.

"Let's get rid of the crazy old man first!"

Alex thought about it, his mind moved, and a puppet was automatically generated in the space, and then under his control, the appearance of the puppet became a crazy eight.

Yes, he's going to copy the skills of the crazy eight.

As long as he comes out of the way and touches the crazy eight, he will be able to copy the opponent's skills, and he will also be able to penetrate the opponent's thoughts and dodge the attack first.

This is equivalent to combining yourself with the crazy old eight and fighting the crazy old eight together! He didn't believe that in such a situation, he would be defeated by the crazy eight!

"But my left hand is injured and I can't use my strength, which is really a problem!"

No matter what, the danger outside always has to be solved, and it is not a way for him to hide in the space, it will only continue to consume the energy of his body.

Returning to the realm of reality, time is still stuck at the moment when he enters the spiritual space. Crazy Lao Eight is approaching, and he is already only five or six meters away.

At this moment, the figure of the eighth child flickered, and his speed suddenly became faster.

Like a ferocious cheetah, pounce on its prey.

In the blink of an eye, he burst out in front of Alex. The crazy old eight didn't say a word, and the big palm fanned him, stirring up a strong wind to press on him, and he could hardly even breathe smoothly.

This move is aimed at Alex's injured left arm, which seems random, but in fact it is extremely ruthless. The part of the attack is Alex's weakness at this time, no matter how you deal with it, it will be very passive, and if you are not careful, it will be full of flaws.

"Bang!"

Fists to palms, slamming together, making a sound like hitting leather.

In the future, the ferocious palm blocked Alex's fist, and he didn't seem to be able to dodge, so he had to resist the crazy old eight.

At this moment, the force of the shock made the two of them churn all over their bodies, and their chests were almost suffocated, as if in the process of long-distance running, they suddenly couldn't catch it in one breath, and they almost vomited blood.

"Peak of Dark Strength!"

The crazy old eight was shocked to find that the "Wang Long" in front of him, who seemed to be a half-breed, was really a master of dark energy, and he was also the kind of kung fu master who had already practiced to the peak of dark energy, and he was about to break through to the realm of transformation strength one step further.

Before this, he had seen the scene of Kane's killing, and he had simulated what happened in it, and speculated that the murderer "Wang Long" was a master of dark energy. It's just that at that time, he judged that some of the traces of the fight just showed that the strength of "Wang Long" had not really reached the peak state of dark energy.

Maybe you can occasionally break through to this level within one or two moves, but that is an uncontrollable move that includes a certain element of luck.

It's like when some people practice, not every move can make a breaking sound like the sound of a whip. Only when the state is excellent, and the body movements are very coordinated, plus a little chance of chance, it is possible to play such a fierce and sharp move.

From this, it can be judged that the murderer must have just hit the dark energy. At most, it is the middle level of dark energy.

At that time, the crazy old man guessed so, and he did analyze it accurately, Alex at that time had just practiced to the dark energy, even if he sometimes hit the peak of the dark energy, it also depends on luck.

But what Lao Ba didn't expect was that it didn't take long for "Wang Long" to reach the peak of dark gold.

He would think so, because the move just now was under his full bombardment, and only those who had truly reached the peak of dark energy could resist it. There is no second possibility.

Know the way. "Wang Lung" is in a situation where one arm cannot be used properly. Resisted this trick.

"It's kind of interesting!"

The crazy old man suddenly grinned, he felt that he was chasing after him this time, and it was a very correct thing to do. Not only can you help Kane get revenge, but you can also find an opponent of equal strength.

He is also at the peak of his dark power at the moment. If nothing surprises. I'm afraid it will stay at this level for a long time.

Kung Fu is not practiced. It's typed!

The eighth always thinks so.

Every time he faces an opponent of equal strength, or even an opponent who is stronger than him, the crazy old eight will have a sense of excitement. This feeling allows him to bring out 200 per cent of his strength. It is precisely because of this that he is able to kill his enemies and slap them in empty-handed combat every time.

For whatever reason, others call him crazy, precisely because once he enters that state of excitement, he will become uncontrollable, and even his own people will feel afraid.

Alex knew this characteristic of the other party, and he also wanted to avoid hand-to-hand combat, but unfortunately failed.

But he still has a chance, a great opportunity.

"Come on! Let's have a good fight! ”

The old eight bullied up, the door of the hole was wide open, completely ignoring the defense, only to see his eyes glow, as if he had seen something good.

Twin Wind Ear Irrigation!

I saw Lao Ba's arms raised flat, bent and closed as if holding a circle, his two hands clenched into fists, and his thumbs raised high. It seems to be a slow movement, but it is actually fast and fierce to the sides of the enemy's brain.

In the face of this move, Alex doesn't want to say that he can carry it, he can carry one side, and there is no way to resist both sides. He only has two options, one is to attack with his life and go straight to the middle, regardless of the offensive of Lao Ba.

In this way, it is almost certain that at the same time that the eighth child will smash his head, he will also be able to break the other party's heart with one kick.

This is a lose-lose move, but he doesn't dare to use it, and he won't use it. Don't say whether he can hit or not, even if he can hit, maybe the other party will have a way to move the injured position, and when the time comes, Lao Ba is not dead but seriously injured, and his own head will be gone first.

The other is to step back and go all the way to a safe position. However, he was sure that Lao Ba would not let him dodge so casually, and there must be a backhand to prepare next.

Once he retreats, he is completely at a disadvantage, and then it is likely that there will be no way to continue to compete with Lao Ba. You must know that the crazy old eight is the kind of imposing style of play, as long as the fight is up, after the momentum soars, no one can suppress it.

This is also the reason why the crazy old eight can exert his combat power to two hundred percent, he is the kind of guy who gets crazier and crazier the more he fights.

Alex, who knows the characteristics of the crazy old eight, said secretly in his heart: "You must not follow the rhythm of the other party." ”

I saw that Alex did not retreat, nor did he attack forward, and just as the fist of the crazy old eight was about to hit the target, an accident suddenly occurred.

"Bang!"

Very suddenly, a gunshot rang out!

The shot hit the left arm of the crazy eight, and Alex was originally aiming at his heart.

It's just that when the trigger was pulled, Lao Ba suddenly felt dangerous, so he reluctantly moved a little distance, otherwise if this shot hit the chest or heart, the result would be needless to say.

Before the crazy old man could feel the pain, Alex fired two more shots: "Bang bang! ”

The crazy old man didn't care to check the wound, and hurriedly jumped back, jumping three times in a row, and each time the position of the landing point was not in the same straight line. This time he finally dodged Alex's shooting at close range, but it was really dangerous.

"You still have a gun?" The crazy old man said in a deep voice.

At some point, Alex grabbed a pistol in his left hand. It was a gun seized from Sersel, which was originally inserted into the waist on the left side, but I didn't expect it to play a role at such a critical time.

"Do you think there's only one left?" Alex smiled and looked at each other and said, "Maybe I have one or two?" Why don't you guess how many guns I have? ”

The crazy old man smiled proudly: "No matter how many you have, you will die today!" ”

"Hmph, who dies and who lives, it's not necessarily!"

The distance is slightly widened, and the crazy old eight can prejudge the direction of Alex's shooting according to his own feelings. Then use this to dodge the bullets, which works almost every time, dodge and dodge, and the bullets of this gun are quickly out again.

"Out of bullets?" The crazy old eight quickly pounced.

Alex hadn't planned to shoot the eighth with a gun, and he knew that there would never be a better chance like just now. Once the opponent is bent on dodging the bullet, there is basically no possibility of shooting.

Throwing away the gun in his hand, he also pounced fiercely.

After such a long delay, the injury on his left arm has improved somewhat, and he was unable to move at first, to being able to stealthily pull out his gun and shoot, and now he can swing it at will. Even if it is not intact, it can slightly block the opponent's attack.

On the other hand, the arm of the crazy old eight, the blood flowed, and the gunshot wound could not heal under the intense exercise.

Coupled with a series of accidents, interrupting his momentum like a mad tiger, his strength has decreased a lot.

The two fought hard for a few moves, punching to the flesh, and splashing blood with their moves.

The sound of the wind, the sound of boxing, and the shouts during the fight made the atmosphere of this originally quiet manor like a tomb become much hotter.

The more the crazy old man fought, the more frightened he became, and he found that the other party seemed to have penetrated his own tricks, and he had been blocked halfway before he could make a move.

In hand-to-hand combat, unlike shooting, it is fired in a muscular condition. Sometimes, during a fight, you don't have time to think at all, and maybe even with a vague feeling, the body will act on its own.

In such a situation, it is impossible to predict at all, and in most cases it depends on a lot of experience and a little luck. It is possible to gain the upper hand advantage between one and a half moves.

But the "Wang Long" on the opposite side is different, he has already seen through his moves at the beginning, and at the same time crushed his "potential" all the way, and he can't give full play to his strengths at all.

After fighting like this for more than ten moves, the more the eighth man fought, the more depressed he became, almost until he was so depressed that he vomited blood. But he can't retreat, if he dares to have such a move or even a thought, the other party will definitely pounce on him without hesitation.

At that time, it will not be the crazy old eight chasing Alex, but Alex chasing him on the contrary.

Impetitive, Alex saw an opportunity and slammed the eighth man in the chest.

"Bang!"

I saw the old eight flying out of the air, falling to the ground and not moving.

He's dead? It's like it's dead!

Alex thought to himself, and he walked over step by step. The crazy old eight was lying on his side, with his back to Alex, and from behind it looked as if he was really dead. (To be continued......)