"Crush this king!"

With a roar, a touch of killing intent burst out in the eyes of the killing king, and the power obtained by burning the soul in exchange broke through the limit in an instant, smashing the soul vortex behind him with a sword, even if the little devil did it with all his strength, he couldn't stop the saint-level powerhouse who burned the soul at all, especially in this hasty situation, he didn't even have a chance to react.

Shattered with a sword, it was not until this moment that everyone really saw the strength of the king slain, and that kind of demeanor was indeed far from being comparable to the heaven-level powerhouses.

The blood shadow flickered and disappeared, and the speed that burst out in that moment had almost reached the extreme that the naked eye could see, and it was infinitely close to the space shuttle.

The gray clouds of calamity kept rolling, without any warning at all, and there was no way to prepare at all, and in an instant, the entire mind was completely integrated into the heart demon tribulation, and once again lost control of the body, completely unable to stop the erosion of the killing king.

"Bastard!" The claws swung vigorously, and the little devil only had time to catch an afterimage of the king in the air, but it had no chance to stop it at all, unless it planned to wipe out every inch together!

Flying in the air like a frenzy, after a long time, the little devil calmed down again, staring at the sky calmly, with a hideous sneer on his face.

True, the situation seems to have reached an irretrievable hope, and even it can't help at all, but so what?

At that time, wasn't it also the same kind of indifferent spectator, without the slightest intention of making a move? Why, is it that now, on the contrary, it does not trust the strength of Fang Cun? From the beginning of seeing Fang Cun, and even the Fang Cun that other people have heard about, how has it been smooth sailing along the way? But which time has Fang Cun not been miraculously passed?

As soon as he thought of this, the little devil completely calmed down, that's right, the heart demon tribulation is indeed terrifying, and there is a king killer attack, and anyone else is afraid that they will be dead, but what if it is the Necromantic Emperor? If the Necromantic Emperor is in such a predicament, who dares to say that the Necromantic Emperor cannot break the situation? That's right, the prestige of the current square inch theory seems to be far from being comparable to the Necromantic Emperor, but, thinking about it carefully, the little devil has to admit that at least until now, the potential shown by Fang Cun does not seem to be worse than that of the Necromantic Emperor!

Under the bombardment of Zixiao Heavenly Thunder, how can a person who can even calmly lay out, comprehend the origin of thunder, and forcibly condense the true body of the origin of thunder, how can ordinary people be compared?

Thinking of this, the little devil even waved his blood-colored wings and swept his eyes coldly towards the people around him, his eyes were full of indifference and murderous intent!

Pain!

Heart-rending pain, at this moment, even with Fang Cun's endurance, his body couldn't help but start to tremble slightly, and ordinary people were afraid that he would have passed out long ago, but Fang Cun was able to reopen his eyes with terrifying willpower.

The surroundings were full of heavily armed soldiers, and the cold muzzles of their guns were pointed at Fang Cun, revealing an indescribable coercion, as if they could tear Fang Cun's body to pieces at any time.

Struggling to support his body and slowly standing up straight, Fang Cun's memory was disordered, and countless fragments came one after another, even making him feel like he was in a dream, and he couldn't catch what was the real world. Of course, the only thing that made him still clearly feel his existence was the heart-rending pain!

Wounds, wounds from bullets, and not just one or two, but at least twenty more.

"Fang Cun, I admit that you are very powerful, but now, do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables? Under the aim of more than thirty micro rushes, with your seriously injured body. Behind these soldiers, there stood a young man in a black suit, with a smug anger between his eyebrows, a faint trace of blood on his white fingers, lazily fiddling with the bloody ring on his index finger.

"Where is this?" Fang Cun's mind was in a mess, how could he be here? Moreover, he was shot more than 20 times in one go? In such a situation, even if no one is embarrassed, there is a high possibility that the surname will bleed too much and die.

"Where?" A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the young man said disdainfully, "I think you are scared stupid, right? You still dare to claim to be the number one assassin, in front of this young master, you are not as powerless as a dog? If you kneel down and wag your tail and beg for mercy now, maybe, young master, as soon as I am happy, I will let you go as a fart?"

"I hate it when people talk to me like that. Looking at the young man calmly, Fang Cun raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Hate?haha, you dare to talk to me in such a tone and with such emphasis?" As if hearing some big joke, the young man patted his chest exaggeratedly, with a sarcastic face, and his tone was full of contempt.

"Whoosh!"

Almost instantly, Fang Cun suddenly burst out like a cheetah, the dagger in his hand revealed a little cold, and the monstrous killing intent permeated out, as if time had a moment of froze.

"Bang Bang!"

Almost at the same time as the square inch moved, dozens of soldiers opened fire at the same time, and the sound of gunfire was incessant, and the slightly rushing bullets poured down like raindrops, and there was no way to dodge.

"Poof!"

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cun had already attacked and killed the young man, but at the moment when he was about to complete the kill, a soldier beside the young man was stubbornly blocked in front of the young man, blocking the death knife for him.

Holding his head in one hand, Fang Cun also had dozens of wounds on his body again, bloodily dyeing his clothes completely red, and the intense pain was even more deeply stinging Fang Cun's nerves, as if he could take his life away at any time.

"Why is my speed so slow?" his mind was still in chaos, in Fang Cun's instinctive reaction, his speed was already very fast, so fast that he didn't give the other party any chance to react at all, but this time, his shot was more than ten times slower than Fang Cun's expected speed.

"No one! No one can get shot so many and still be alive. "Same as Fang Cun, the young man couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, even if Fang Cun was fast just now, and dodged most of the bullets, but then he was at least thirty or fifty shots, so calculated, Fang Cun was almost a hundred shots! The most exaggerated thing is that Fang Cun has no body armor on his body, in other words, he completely relied on his own body, and he resisted so many guns without dying? How is this possible? It simply subverts people's cognition.

These words also reminded Fang Cun, his mind became more and more chaotic, and all kinds of mixed thoughts made Fang Cun feel a sense of breathless depression, and his head was in severe pain, but he couldn't figure it out. All that's left is the instinct to fight and the way of doing things that hasn't changed.

Can a human body withstand nearly a hundred bullets without dying?

Is it really supposed to be that fast, and if not, then why do you feel that way?

Obviously he is already in a desperate situation, why from his subconscious force, he still has a feeling that it seems that these people are the real weakling, as long as he is willing, he can even kill all these people unscathed.

These questions are constantly circling in Fang Cun's mind, but he can't find the answers at all.

"Young Master Ben doesn't believe it, are you really an immortal?" There was a hint of viciousness in his eyes, and the young man waved his hand violently, and Sen Ran issued a killing order.

"Bang Bang!"

Orders are forbidden, for these soldiers, obeying orders is their duty, in a word, they can shoot and kill people without blinking, even if there is a strange time that the other party is still not dead after nearly a hundred shots, it is not good that they can't shake their minds.

The slight rush in his hand continued to swallow the tongue of fire, harvesting life, like a real god of death, without mercy.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

Blood splashed everywhere, even if Fang Cun had exerted his speed to the extreme, however, in the face of dozens of micro-rush strafing, dodging seemed to be a joke entirely, and the whole person had almost been beaten into a sieve, but the strange thing was that even so, Fang Cun still hadn't fallen, even if he was about to collapse from the severe pain, his consciousness was still sober.

"How is it possible?!" Looking at Fang Cun's body, he could even see the white bones of Sensen, even if it was these iron-blooded soldiers, he couldn't help but be moved, and even unconsciously had a hint of retreat!

"What a number one assassin! Not to mention anything else, but this perseverance is admirable enough, but unfortunately, today, you will definitely die!" With his hands on his chest, the young man's face was full of sarcasm, and he looked like he was in the Colosseum watching the ferocious beast make its final struggle, and the cruelty was outrageous.

Assassin!!!

These two simple words were like being struck by lightning in Fang Cun's ears, and the mixed thoughts in his mind seemed to have a mysterious connection in an instant, which made Fang Cun's mind blank in an instant.

"I'm an Assassin?"

There was a slight murmur in his mouth, and a trace of essence suddenly flashed in Fang Cun's eyes, and his mind quickly spread.

"Idiot, don't you even remember who you are?" Looking at Fang Cun coldly, the young man said solemnly, "I think you have been scared stupid, since this is the case, then Young Master Ben will send you on the road! Shoot me, and don't even leave the scum of him for me!"

"Boom!", Fang Cun's brain roared!

The Assassin has always been hidden in shadow and darkness, how could he appear in the sunlight, and how could he allow himself to be trapped in such a desperate situation?

If it was really an Assassin, then the only explanation was that none of this was real!

In an instant, all the memory fragments in the brain seemed to be connected at an extremely fast speed, and the memories began to slowly recover!

(To be continued)