True Qi pulled the spell, and the charm leveraged the power of nature, a ball of fire, directly enveloping the dead man.

Since the flames above his fists are not his own ability. So accelerating the combustion, can the cells of this dead soldier fail faster, leading to the overall defeat?

Rumble!

The fireball was torn apart, and the lapis armor on the dead man's body shimmered with a halo.

This time there was no hint from Wang Hao.

Obviously, this lapis lazuli armor is not a scientific creation, and it is more likely to belong to some kind of unscientific product.

The fists rolled as close as a whirlwind of flames.

The dead man did not hesitate for a moment.

Feng Lin stomped under his feet, leaned back and retreated three steps, and shook the blade of the sword, while pulling away the distance again, and blocking the opponent with sword qi.

"You can't delay, you have to deal with him as quickly as possible, creating a sense of oppression in time. "Feng Linwan knows that 10,000 ways to fight can slowly consume the opponent. But now, he must be reckless.

A sword slashed across the gloves, splattering with dazzling sparks.

The flying shoes under the feet of the dead man spewed out a long jet, and the palms pushed it, like a grinding disc, and slapped towards Feng Lin Wan.

At this time, the opponent's middle door was wide open, and Feng Linwan only needed to muster up his true qi and pierce the opponent's chest with a straight sword.

It's a pity that in this way, the distance will inevitably be shortened, and the other party's waving hands may also pull him to hell together.

A long-range sword qi attack, or a sword stab, certainly has a certain amount of power, but the lack of time to charge is not as convenient as a close-range sword.

Do you choose to continue fighting, or do you bet on your reflexes?

The opponent put this multiple-choice question directly in front of Feng Linwan, and without hesitation, he pressed his life as a bargaining chip.

However, why should Feng Linwan bet along the opponent's train of thought?

Reiki clone!

The sword in his hand had already stabbed out with the clone, and at the same time stood face to face with the dead man.

The clone stabbed out with a sword, and the dead man was naturally unwilling, but he died with a clone, so he slapped his hands suddenly, like a boy worshipping the Buddha, but accurately sandwiched the sword stabbed out by the clone between his palms.

The majestic sword qi and the special power on the fist glove erupted at the same time, and the flying sword carrying two powerful impacts trembled rapidly.

"Drink!"

The dead man shouted, and the pair of fists grew like monsters, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into hideous blood vessels, piercing into the dead man's two arms, and half of his body was mechanized and alienated.

"It turns out that this is the case, the madman suit is actually not a mechanical creation at all, it is a parasitic symbiotic life, relying on the existence of absorbing the life force of the host, the stronger the input life force, the stronger the power it explodes. Wang Hao's analysis rang in Feng Linwan's ears in due course.

It's just that Feng Linwan didn't care about it at this time.

The clone is holding a flying sword, this time... He should not be afraid of death and bravely attack.

The flying sword sprinted, and the sharp flying sword rubbed against the monster-like hands of the dead man, making a piercing sound.

Feng Linwan's real body stood not far away, thought for a while, and then used his hole cards.

A huge turtle descended from the sky, with the momentum of crushing everything, directly pounced on the dead man's body, and then swallowed it in one gulp, along with the strange fist gloves, tore it and swallowed it into the stomach.

The old turtle in the other world was finally refined into a clone by Feng Lin Wan.

The cooperation of the two clones, one restrains the opponent's hands and feet, and the other violently attacks.

In an instant, the seemingly difficult opponent was solved.

And Feng Linwan wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and his face showed a slightly weak, but relaxed expression.

"Is this your hole card?a clone from level two to level three?" a voice suddenly appeared, making the smile on Feng Linwan's face freeze.

"It's you, you're really here!" Feng Linwan's eyes flashed in a hurry, and he said in a very determined tone, as if he had already known who the person who was coming.

The visitor was dressed in a black suit, with a full head of silver hair, an elegant face, and slightly pointed ears, indicating his identity as a half-elf.

"It's a shame that you have to die here today. The Man Who Killed You... It's going to be the fat man. And that fat man will become a wanted criminal in the federal government, and if caught, he will have a sentence of at least five hundred years. Of course... No one will really be able to catch him. The person who came said such a bad thing in a very elegant tone, as if he had already won the battle.

"Still, I'm a little puzzled as to how you know about me. The man had a little confusion on his face.

But then, it was covered by an elegant smile: "However, it doesn't matter if these are all right! There will always be a lot of unknowns and incomprehensions, and leaving a small regret is not necessarily a bad thing. So, please all die now... Is that okay?"

Before the words fell, the man had turned into a shadow in the sky.

A powerful suppressive force has spread throughout the space.

The flying car that the fat man Wang Hao relied on didn't last more than two seconds in the opponent's hand, and it exploded directly.

Feng Linwan's dragon turtle clone was also helpless.

Just when everything seems to be over.

But it's not over.

For a moment, the entire space lost its light and became pitch black.

When the light shone back again, the originally elegant and personable man was already in disarray.

The most obvious is his chest, which has three deep scars that can be seen in the bones.

Among them, there was a strange power, wriggling and rolling at the wound, preventing the bleeding of his wound.

Ye Fei had already changed out of the standard female idol attire, he was wearing a black close-fitting leather coat, tied up his long hair, and covered half of his face with a mask.

Even so, it is still difficult to distinguish between male and female.

"NightClan!?"

"Who are you? Why are you meddling?" the elegant half-elf man, apparently unrecognizable to Nightfly.

Although Ye Fei used to be an ace killer, he didn't carve his name on his head.

And the strength of the fourth level is not enough for one person to move the entire galaxy.

Let everyone, remember its features and characteristics.

Of course, Yefei will not answer.

But Feng Linwan whispered: "Leave him, alive... The worst is not brain dead. ”

Even if a person is dead, as long as the soul is still there, or the brain is not dead, the message can still be read.

It can even be said that sometimes a corpse that can still leak secrets is far more cooperative than a living person.

A lot of brutal interrogations are supposed to kill people first, and then extract information directly from the other party's brain.

When Feng Linwan's words fell, Ye Fei had already lifted the black curtain again, enveloping his opponent.

When the red light flashed in the darkness, everything was torn apart again.

Ye Fei's hair was a little scattered, his eyes glowed with a strange red light, and a strange rune flashed in his pupils.

And the man who was originally elegant and confident was already covered in injuries and fainted, and was carried in his hands by Ye Fei.