Fang Cheng's body flashed.

Every time it flashes, a green blood flower blooms.

2.2 Agility.

Fang Cheng's speed at this time is almost comparable to that of a professional-level peak warrior.

The top of the professional level is the peak of the professional level.

Professional level warriors who have reached this level have extremely deep internal strength and extremely strong physical body. The maximum speed of each second can reach fifty meters.

But at the same speed, Fang Cheng can give full play to the advantages of being different.

After the agility reached 2.2, the effect of the earth's gravity was almost reduced by half.

And... even though Fang Cheng had a speed of fifty meters in seconds, there was no sound of tearing.

Only when the knife hits the fist will there be a burst of air tearing.

This means that the wind resistance is weakened to a quarter!

Fang Cheng's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Let him gallop on this battlefield.

He is Fang Cheng.

He is... a Jedi!

One by one, the warriors who were on the verge of death were rescued.

Crazy Budian enemies were killed by Fang Cheng.

Be clean and neat.

Be vigorous and decisive.

One is a knife or a punch.

Lin Tianyu gasped heavily, enjoying the fresh smell of life and the bloody air.

It is both ecstasy and terrifying.

This figure...is Fang Cheng!

The Fiery Phoenix Tower Feather is not as majestic as this.

The old sects in the sectarian world have also talked about Fang Cheng... They say they want to teach a lesson and suppress Fang Cheng's limelight.

Their emerging faction actually wanted to protect Fang Cheng... to give Fang Cheng more time to grow.

This guy is not a genius.

He is clearly a martial arts master with the peak professional strength.

The high-level profession level or even the peak of profession level is nothing more than that.

Lin Tianyu collided with his gums, making a clattering sound, staring at Fang Cheng's rapid figure in a daze.

Suddenly.

"What! What is that!?"

Lin Tianyu knelt on the ground with a bang, biting his upper and lower teeth on his tongue, and the incomparable pain spread to his mind.

He screamed:

"The phantom of will! The invincible strong man! Impossible!"

Behind Fang Cheng's body, a white ball of light was vaguely circling and standing.

It seems as if the illusion has come to the world.

It seems that fantasy generates reality.

That was a pure white sun!

A cloth trash enemy attacked.

Lin Tianyu slapped him away, as if he was crying or laughing, and tears flowed down his face:

"First level! Invincible strong man! Jedi warrior!"

…………

Three minutes later.

"Ahhh!"

The last cloth trash enemy made a brutal hiss.

The white man Clare moved his right arm and swung his sword.

die!

Finally...killed.

Clarey's eyes felt sour, and he almost couldn't help but burst out tears. He knelt on the ground and looked around the silent.

Too quiet.

It's so quiet that it's too weird.

The white Clarley was in a state of emotion, afraid to see, and didn't want to see, but he had to see.

This tranquility not only indicates the destruction of the Buzhe enemy... it also represents:

The death of comrades!

No... Isn't it just me left!?

Clare widened his eyes and turned around and looked around.

“…”

As a professional-level high-level warrior, Clare's Adam's apple moved.

Clare stood there in a daze, raised his right hand covered in green blood, wiped it on the military uniform several times, and then rubbed his eyes.

At first glance.

There are people lying on the ground and people sitting on the ground.

But most people stared blankly at the figure standing in the center.

Even if you take a quick look, you can see more than a dozen surviving comrades.

The white Clare's tears suddenly flew away, and the tears collapsed. He opened his mouth and laughed wildly three times, shouting:

"Fang Cheng!? Jedi Warrior!?"

The figure paused, turned his head, and looked at Clare with a strange look.

It is Fang Cheng.

Clare, a white man, whipped hard on the ground, roaring, regardless of the wound on his almost broken left wrist, "Brothers, we are alive, we are alive!"

………

Five minutes later.

Twenty-one registered warriors, with numerous major injuries and minor injuries, stood quietly on the top of the hacksaw mountain.

The warm sunlight cannot shine on the darkness in everyone's hearts.

A team of sixty-five people.

Three people escape.

Forty-one people died.

Twenty-one, survive.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists, his face turned pale, his cheeks trembled, restraining his sadness, and quietly looking at the corpse in front of him.

The corpse waved its fists forward until it was dying.

It seems that there is still unwillingness.

How can the enemy be destroyed and the battle is not over?

However, reality does not give people the opportunity to imagine.

The corpse was bitten off in the head.

Fang Cheng recognized that this was from their 9th Hacksaw Mountain Patrol... Chen Hu.

Wang Youwei's eyes were filled with tears, and he whispered in a sad way:

"Brother, Brother Chen... Go all the way to heaven. Your family is my family. I, Wang Youwei, swear, no matter what after this...

I am not here or not, and I will not let my younger brother and sister and nephew suffer any grievances.”

Sorrow, sadness, permeates the land.
To be continued...