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"Crush it to me!"
With a roar, a murderous intent burst out from King Killer's eyes, and the power obtained by burning the soul broke through the limit in an instant, cutting the soul vortex behind him with a single sword, even if the little devil did his best, he couldn't stop the burning soul. Saint-level powerhouses, especially in such a hasty situation, don't even have a chance to react.
It was shattered with one sword, until now, everyone really saw the strength of killing the king clearly, and that kind of demeanor was indeed far from what the heavenly powerhouse could match.
The blood shadow was fleeting, and the speed of the burst at that moment had almost reached the extreme that the naked eye could see, infinitely close to the space shuttle.
The gray calamity cloud kept rolling, without any sign at all, and he couldn't help but make further preparations. In an instant, his whole mind was completely integrated into the heart demon calamity, and he lost control of his body again, completely unable to stop the killing. King's erosion.
"Bastard!" The little devil swung its claws vigorously, and the little devil only had time to catch an afterimage of King Killer in the air, but it had no chance to stop it at all, unless it planned to kill even a square inch!
Flying wildly in the air, it took a long time for the little devil to calm down again, staring at the sky fiercely, with a ferocious sneer on his face.
Yes, the situation seems to have reached an irreparable desperate situation, and even it can't help at all, but so what?
Are there few seemingly hopeless situations that Fangcun has experienced in the past? At that time, didn't it also just sit on the sidelines, without any intention of making a move? Why, could it be that now, instead of trusting Fangcun's strength? Since seeing Fang Cun, even the Fang Cun that other people have heard about, has it ever been smooth sailing along the way? But when Fangcun didn't pass through miraculously smoothly?
After thinking up to this point, the little devil completely calmed down. That's right, the catastrophe of the heart demon is indeed terrifying, and there is another king-killing attack. Anyone else would be dead, but what about the Necromancer? If the Necromancer is in such a predicament, who dares to say that the Necromancer cannot break out? That's right, the prestige of Fangcun today seems to be far from being comparable to that of the Necromancer Emperor, but in retrospect, the little devil has to admit that at least until now, Fangcun's potential does not seem to be inferior to that of the Necromancer Emperor!
Under the bombardment of Zixiao Tianlei, who can even calmly lay out, comprehend the origin of thunder, and forcibly condense the true body of thunder, how can ordinary people be able to compare?
Thinking of this, the little devil waved his bloody wings and glanced coldly at the surrounding people. His eyes were full of indifference and murderous intent!
pain!
The heart-piercing pain, at this moment, even with Fangcun's endurance, the body could not help but start to tremble slightly. If it were an ordinary person, I would have passed out long ago. However, Fangcun can rely on terrifying willpower to make people Open your eyes again.
Surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, their cold muzzles pointed at Fang Cun, exuding 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 upright, the square inch of memory was in chaos, and countless fragments came one after another, which even made him feel like he was in a dream, unable to grasp what was the real world. Of course, the only thing that allowed him to clearly feel his own existence was the heart-piercing pain!
Wounds, wounds from bullets, and not just one or two, but at least twenty.
"Fang Cun, I admit that you are very powerful, but now, do you think you still have a chance to come back? Under the aim of more than thirty micro punches, with your seriously injured body." Behind these soldiers, stood A young man in a black suit, with a hostile look between his brows, and a faint trace of blood on his fair fingers, lazily fiddled with the bloody ring on his index finger.
"Where is this?" Fang Cun's mind was in a mess, how could he appear here? Moreover, he was shot more than twenty times in one breath? In such a situation, even if there is no embarrassment, there is a great possibility that he will bleed to death.
"Where is it?" There was a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, and the young man said disdainfully, "I think you have been frightened stupid? You dare to call yourself the number one assassin. In front of this young master, you are just like a dog." Powerless? If you knelt down and begged for mercy now, maybe, young master, if I am happy, I will let you go as a fart?"
"I hate people talking to me like this." Looking at the young man calmly, Fang Cun raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Hate? Haha, how dare you talk to me with such a tone and emphasis?" As if hearing some big joke, the young man patted his chest exaggeratedly, with a sneer on his face.?, the tone was full of contempt.
"Whoosh!"
Almost instantly, Fang Cun rushed out like a cheetah, the dagger in his hand showed a little cold light, and the monstrous killing intent filled the air, as if making time freeze for a moment.
"Papa papa!"
Almost at the same time as Fang Cun started to move, dozens of soldiers fired at the same time, the sound of shooting was endless, and the slightly charged bullets poured down like raindrops, making it impossible to dodge.
"Pfft!"
In the blink of an eye, Fang Cun had already attacked and killed the young man, but at the moment when the lore was about to be completed, a soldier beside the young man stood in front of the young man, blocking the death for him. of a knife.
Holding the head in one hand, Fangcun also had dozens of wounds on his body again, and his clothes were completely stained red with blood. The severe pain stabbed Fangcun's nerves deeply, as if it could be taken away at any time. his life.
"My speedwhy is it so slow?" My mind was still in a state of confusion. In Fang Cun's instinctive reaction, my speed was already very fast, so fast that I didn't even give the other party any chance to react. However, this One shot was more than ten times slower than Fang Cun expected.
"Impossible! No one can survive so many shots." Same as Fang Cun, the young man couldn't help being a little dumbfounded. Even if Fang Cun was fast and dodged most of the bullets, at least he was shot again. Thirty to fifty shots were fired, so calculated, Fang Cun has almost received hundreds of shots on his body! The most exaggerated thing is that Fang Cun does not have a bulletproof vest on his body. In other words, he completely relies on his own body to resist so many guns and still survive? How can this be? It simply subverts people's cognition.
These words also reminded Fang Cun that his mind was getting more and more chaotic, and all kinds of complicated thoughts made Fang Cun feel oppressed and had a severe headache, but he just couldn't figure it out. What is left is only the fighting instinct and the unchanging style of behavior.
Can the human body withstand the attack of nearly a hundred bullets without dying?
Should my own speed really be that fast? If not, then why do I feel this way?
Obviously already in a desperate situation, why from the subconscious, I still have a feeling that these people are the real weak, as long as I want, I can even kill them all without any damage.
These questions kept circling in Fangcun's mind, but he couldn't find the answer at all.
"I don't believe it anymore, young master. Could it be that you are really immortal?" There was a hint of viciousness in his eyes, and the young man waved his hand fiercely, issuing a kill order.
"Papa papa!"
Orders and prohibitions, for these soldiers, obeying orders is their bounden duty. With a single sentence, they can shoot and kill without blinking an eye. .
The micro punch in his hand is constantly swallowing flames, harvesting life, like a real god of death, without mercy.
"Puff puff!"
Blood splattered everywhere, even though Fang Cun had already exerted his speed to the extreme, however, facing dozens of micro-punch shots, dodging seemed to be a joke, and the whole person was almost smashed into a sieve, but the strange thing was that even In this way, Fang Cun still didn't fall down, even though he was tormented by the severe pain and was about to collapse, his consciousness was still clear.
"How is it possible?!" Looking at Fang Cun, who could even see the bones, even these iron-blooded soldiers couldn't help but be moved by it, and even unconsciously had a hint of retreat!
"What a number one assassin! Don't say anything else, but this perseverance is enough to be admirable. It's a pity, today, you will definitely die!" With his arms folded, the young man's face was full of sarcasm, with a look of superiority. It looked like watching a ferocious beast make its final struggle in the Colosseum, it was so cruel and heinous.
Assassins! ! !
Hearing these two simple words, Fang Cun's ears were struck by lightning. For a moment, the complicated thoughts in his mind seemed to have a mysterious connection, and Fang Cun's mind went blank for a moment.
"I am an assassin?"
There was a slight murmur in the mouth, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Fangcun's eyes, and the deduction was quickly deduced in his mind.
"Idiot, don't you even remember who you are?" Looking at Fang Cun coldly, the young man said solemnly, "I think you've been frightened out of your wits, if that's the case, let me send you on your way! Give me Shoot him, beat him to the point where not even the dregs are left!"
"Boom!" There was a roar in Fangcun's mind!
Assassins have always been hidden in shadows and darkness, how could they appear in the sun? How could he let himself be trapped in such a desperate situation?
If it is really an assassin, then the only explanation isall of this is not real at all!
In an instant, all the memory fragments in the brain seemed to be connected together at an extremely fast speed, and the memory began to slowly recover! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Boom! "One sound, Fangcun's brain roared!
Assassins have always been hidden in shadows and darkness, how could they appear in the sun? How could he let himself be trapped in such a desperate situation?
If it is really an assassin, then the only explanation isall of this is not real at all!
In an instant, all the memory fragments in the brain seemed to be connected together at an extremely fast speed, and the memory began to slowly recover! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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