Chapter 1175: A Gene Worth Devouring

Between the lightning and flint, Lin Fei's eyes were full of awe.

He knew that whether or not he could avoid blocking or avoiding this blow would determine the outcome of the battle.

Whether it is Hei Tie or him, if he is hit by this peak blow, he will only end up being destroyed on the spot.

The Protoss powerhouse was expressionless, and there was only an extremely cold killing intent in his eyes. Its rushing momentum is unstoppable, like a long rainbow through the sun.

When this knife was slashed, the oncoming telekinetic barrier shattered with a loud bang.

The blow was directed at the black iron.

Because through the previous confrontation, the Protoss powerhouse already knew that the scepter in Lin Fei's hand was extremely strong and difficult to cut off.

But there was nothing in the black iron.

Lin Fei's mental power was highly concentrated, and even like a fever, his entire brain began to heat up. He made a gesture that was incomprehensible to Black Iron - with the scepter in his hand, he slashed down towards the empty land directly in front of Black Iron.

And at this moment, in Lin Fei's eyes, it seems that everything has become a slow-motion picture.

The Protoss powerhouse handed out a light blade and approached Black Iron's head.

And Lin Fei's arm was also torn in an instant, and blood arrows burst out.

He couldn't outpace the Protoss powerhouse, so he only had a big gamble to guess the opponent's thoughts in advance and respond.

Lin Fei bet that the strong man of the Protoss would choose the black iron to attack - whoever was in that angle would give up his own scepter in his hand and could be used as a defense.

He also gambled that with the fierce and ferocious, decisive and vicious style of the Protoss powerhouse, he would inevitably pursue a single blow to make meritorious contributions after consuming such physical strength and energy - similarly, this is also a normal combat mentality.

Therefore, Lin Fei's seemingly meaningless move smashed into this light blade.

Even if he predicted in advance, Lin Fei did not make the slightest unnecessary move. He swung his scepter with minimal amplitude, bursting with maximum power within an inch.

The Protoss powerhouse rushed so far, and the scepter in his hand only needed to smash an inch.

So.

"Whenβ€”"

With a loud bang, Lin Fei's arms were so shocked that even the tiger's mouth cracked open and oozed blood.

And the Protoss powerhouse's eyes widened suddenly, and he was finally moved, with a look of shock written on his face.

His supreme charged blow was defused, and the blade of light sank down!

But the strong man of the Protoss is extraordinary after all, and at this moment, he actually made a killing move to take advantage of the situation to sink one end of the blade and use the other end of the blade to slant upward!

A sharp mangs rose up, and even though Black Iron took this opportunity to retreat, it was still a little slower.

The layers of arcane shields shattered in an instant, and there was no way to stop this inexhaustible blow.

"Poof!"

Black Iron's left arm fell off by the roots, and blood spurted out wildly!

Lin Fei rushed into the sky with murderous intent, and in a gesture similar to playing baseball, he swung the staff pressed on the light blade upwards sharply.

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, the energy barrier on the face of the Protoss powerhouse was broken, the bridge of his nose was shattered, the blood was smeared, and a sunken stick mark was left on his face.

Even if he didn't see the previous Protoss powerhouse confronting the three night beast leaders, he could know that if he unleashed such a fierce blow, his state would inevitably fall and fall into the so-called weak state.

The Protoss powerhouse snorted, like a baseball that had been hit, and flew out directly, breaking trees one by one with a loud bang, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Lin Fei took this opportunity to immediately perform a healing spell on Black Iron.

But it only made its bleeding speed greatly reduced, let alone regrow a bloody arm, and even failed to completely stop the bleeding.

Black Iron is a powerhouse of the ninth layer of the upper spirit, and if he wants to quickly regenerate an arm, the life energy required is too huge, and it is obviously impossible to consume such a huge amount of arcane energy at the moment.

What's more, it's just a broken arm, except for Lin Fei, an alternative, the arcanist doesn't rely on the flesh to fight, which has little impact on Black Iron's combat effectiveness.

The powerhouse of the Protoss first fought against the three night beast leaders, and then against Lin Fei and Black Iron, and the peak blow was even broken.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

The energy in his body was disordered, and he struggled to stand up, coughing up blood. There were multiple tears on his arms, and large patches of white blood flowed out, and he couldn't stop trembling slightly because of exhaustion.

"You wait for me!" The Protoss powerhouse said these words with hatred, and turned around and ran away violently, disappearing into the darkness.

"Chase!" Black Iron was red-eyed, deeply jealous of his strength, for fear of letting the tiger return to the mountain and leave trouble.

"Stop chasing. However, Lin Fei opened his mouth hoarsely, and spat out a mouthful of blood, including fragments of organs. His face was pale, and his steps were vain.

"Little Hou Ye!" everyone was shocked and gathered around.

Hei Tie hurriedly held him up, and said nervously: "Little Hou Ye, what's wrong with you?!"

Lin Fei shook his head and motioned for him to let go of himself: "The physical body is too weak to hold on." ”

Hei Tie and the others realized that in fact, the little marquis was also at the end of the crossbow, and he was just holding on to keep calm before.

When he smashed the light blade of the Protoss powerhouse to the bottom, the force almost shattered his bones, and his internal organs were even more concussively destroyed.

"Take down the enemies in the Pure Land, and don't let them all run away. Lin Feiqiang cheered up and reluctantly performed a weakened healing technique on himself, and was about to clean up the mess.

Seeing that the situation was not good, most of the creatures of the four clans in the Pure Land had already fled. The rest were remnants of the defeated army, whose mobility was greatly impaired, and they were either unable to flee at all, or they did not get far.

Under the leadership of Black Iron, everyone captured all these creatures. And for those guys who have already run away, Lin Fei only has a simple four-word order: Poor Kou Mo chase.

The Dark Jungle is too dangerous, and it's not worth the risk to capture a group of captives of little value.

These Pure Land creatures were captured and immediately enveloped in an atmosphere of fear. It's just that some people would rather die than give in, and some people kneel and beg for mercy.

"I have nothing to say. If you want to kill or chop, listen to it!"

"My lord, spare your life, spare your life!"

"My lord, for the sake of our fellow race, let's open the net!"

The most ironic thing is that the still alive multi-eyed clan superior spirit, he was clamoring to kill Lin Fei and the others, but now he knelt on the ground and kowtowed in panic: "My lord, I was a little ghost before, I shouldn't have murderous intentions and greed for adults!"

"You spare my life, and I will be a cow and a horse in the future, and I will be sent by you!"

He was seriously injured at the moment, his energy was almost dry, and he was no threat at all, but he still let Lin Fei take a look at it.

The arms of this alien race are full of open and closed eyes, all of which are of all kinds, and each of them has strange patterns in the pupils, which contain different abilities.

There is a Erlang's god-like vertical eye in the center of his eyebrows, but at this moment it is closed and bleeding, and the red blood stains are snaking down like a small snake.

"It just so happens that this body has no divine pupils, let alone pupil arts. ”

"It's a gene worth devouring. ”