Chapter 8: Death and Resurrection (1)
"Who the hell are you?" took a deep breath and forced the killing intent in his heart, and the black-clothed commander asked in a deep voice.
Afterimage, the acquired martial artist may not be able to understand the meaning of it, but as an innate powerhouse, he knows very well what a terrifying existence it is.
Even if he is a congenital powerhouse, it is difficult to do this, at least it is absolutely impossible for him to pull out the afterimage.
This is undoubtedly an anti-heaven level body method, to say that there is no greed is pure nonsense, but at this moment, what swelled up in the heart of the black-clothed commander was an inexplicable fear.
The terrifying explosiveness, the perverted afterimage, and the weird methods that he showed before, these are all connected, and he can't help but think about it too much. After all, no one would believe that an ordinary acquired martial artist could learn these methods casually, right?
"Don't you think it's a bit superfluous to ask?" glanced at the black-clothed commander lightly, and Fang Cun didn't even jump his eyelids.
It's not that Fang Cun doesn't want to take advantage of the situation to scare the other party, it's just that at this point, it is impossible for the other party to stop, and Fang Cun can see this more clearly than anyone else.
"Then let's die!" In such a moment, the black-clothed commander had already reacted, he had already injured Fang Cun to this extent, he would inevitably be held with a grudge, and no matter who was behind Fang Cun, as long as Fang Cun escaped today, the person who died would inevitably be him.
On the contrary, if Fang Cun and Leng Xinling are wiped out, there is still a glimmer of life.
War!
The dagger had long since been shattered, but for the Assassins, anything could be turned into a murderous weapon, even with empty hands, without the slightest fear.
Turning around and fighting back, even the black-clothed commander never thought that Fang Cun would be so bold and dare to fight back at such a point.
"Bang!"
In a hurry, even the black-clothed commander couldn't react at all, pulled out an afterimage, and suddenly appeared beside him, punching him right in the lower abdomen!
Inch!
Without any preparation at all, he hit with one blow, ten times the terrifying explosive power, and suddenly knocked the black-clothed commander back three steps away!
"Die!"
The moment his body was hit, the black-clothed commander fought back without hesitation, grabbing Fang Cun's head with one hand like lightning like an eagle's claw.
If this claw is grasped, it will immediately be the end of the brain, not to mention the square inch, even if it is a congenital master, he will not dare to let him grasp it casually.
With one hand, the black-clothed leader watched his fingers pass through Fang Cun's head, however, the tentacles were still meaningless. The next moment, the figure that was scratched was suddenly shattered!
Afterimage, afterimage!
The speed of the limit was beyond people's imagination, and even the black-clothed commander couldn't react before it hit.
couldn't help but snort, and the body of the black-clothed commander trembled slightly, obviously injured.
"Zheng!"
A crisp sword roar sounded, and the black-clothed commander finally pulled out his long sword from behind his back, even if Fang Cun was only an acquired realm, at this moment, the black-clothed commander had to put the other party on an equal footing with himself, and he no longer had the slightest arrogance.
The shot was like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, three sword qi suddenly broke through the air, directly taking the key point of the square inch.
Sword qi, after cultivating to reach the innate level, the killing moves released with the help of the power of heaven and earth are equally fast and cannot be captured.
"Poof!"
A blood groove was suddenly taken out of his shoulder, and the blood rushed out, Fang Cun suddenly fell to the ground, rolled quickly, avoided the other two sword qi, and fled to the depths of the forest with his life.
After all, the word trick is not omnipotent, although in terms of speed, under the limit speed, Fang Cun is still not slower than the opponent's sword qi speed, but this advantage is almost negligible.
The reason is very simple, for an ordinary person, is there a difference between the time of one-tenth of a second and the time of one-twentieth of a second?
The distance between him and the other party is too close, and at such a distance, even the line of words is not enough to avoid the opponent's sword qi. What's more, if he wanted to burst out of this extreme speed, the consumption of true qi in Fang Cun's body was also extremely terrifying, and it was impossible for him to let him perform his words without restrictions.
"Give up, you don't have a chance!" snorted coldly, and the black-clothed commander sneered casually, while the person chased towards Fang Cun without the slightest pause.
The injuries on his body continued to deteriorate as he performed the word trick again and again, and even if it was a square inch, he knew very well that he wouldn't be able to last long at all.
Desperate situation, with the appearance of sword qi, after comprehending the word trick, Fang Cun was once again forced into a desperate situation!
The spirit has already been tensed to the extreme, in this case, any slightest mistake may directly kill his surname, Fang Cun must be very careful to control the rhythm, every line of words is precious.
It's just that, even so, Fang Cun still didn't have the slightest fluster, and was as calm as a stone.
If someone measures Fang Cun's heartbeat at this time, they will find that this guy's heartbeat is still at a normal level! It is impossible to imagine that he is in such a life-and-death crisis.
"Huh?" Suddenly, the black-clothed commander suddenly sensed a powerful aura that appeared in the direction of Fang Cun's escape.
"Boy, are you looking for death?" In an instant, the black-clothed commander had already judged that there was a spirit beast in that direction, and the strength was enough to compare to the spirit beast of the innate powerhouse.
Spirit beasts will never reason with you, and once they enter their territory, they will immediately be attacked by their undying attacks.
Even to a certain extent, in the forest, the threat of spirit beasts is even higher than that of the innate powerhouse.
Fang Cun plunged into the territory of the spirit beast like this, it was simply a clear search for death!
However, just in the blink of an eye, the black-clothed commander understood Fang Cun's thoughts, anyway, he had been forced to this extent, the left and right were just death, what is the difference between death in his own hands and the hands of dead spirit beasts?
This is simply gambling on his life, even if he gives up and doesn't chase it, under the attack of the spirit beast, he will also die for a lifetime!
After a slight hesitation, the black-clothed commander finally gritted his teeth and chased after him like lightning.
Isn't it just ruthless?
Could it be that he is still afraid that this kid will not succeed? The black-clothed commander has long been determined to put Fang Cun to death, and if he does not see Fang Cun die with his own eyes, he will not give up at all.
As a killer, I never believe in this thing! Only by slaughtering the other party with my own hands is the truest guarantee.
What's more, as long as you kill Fang Cun and face the spirit beast, even if you really can't beat it, with the strength of the innate powerhouse, you still have a chance to get out.
ps: Wipe, the network was actually disconnected yesterday, sad urging!
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