So far, there have been countless encounters with evil forces, but this is indeed a rare occurrence.
I still have confidence in my own perception before paying. Although this negative effect is not exactly the same as losing color, there are actually some similarities in the core.
After some operations, the mysterious opponent finally rose in rank, and the result was such a power?
There is no doubt that it is a different kind of danger to him, but it is also a surprise to a certain extent. The origin of this night butcher is becoming more and more curious.
Folding...is there any special meaning behind this name?
In addition, this eclipse effect feels more like a special attack directed at oneself.
After all, according to Dorian's description, this knife seemed to be only made for torture. When killing indigenous people, the process was far from refreshing.
Although the final result is still clean, leaving no trace at all.
But in the final analysis, the white-faced man in front of me is essentially similar to the real projection in this dream.
Even if Dorian works hard to strengthen it, it should only be close to it and not stronger than its original body.
I couldn't bear the blow of a few blows. It's hard to imagine that the aborigines could have been abused for so long.
Of course, it would be best if I could answer these questions.
"What do you call it?"
With a gentle tone, facing the white-faced man who was looking at him again, Fu Qian smiled and said hello again like last time.
when!
It's a pity that even though the rank is no longer what it used to be, the opponent still chose the same response as last time and took action directly.
This sword was even more cruel in comparison, and was about to cut Fu Qianqian in half.
However, it may be sudden, but Fu Qian, who is used to seeing all kinds of characters with mental problems, will not really let down his guard, and this knife was successfully shot away again.
Although after two consecutive times, the blood vessels and bones under the skin of the right hand were clearly distinguishable.
…
Boom!
I thought the reason why I didn't like to communicate before was because the projection was too unstable.
Now it seems that the mental state of the main body is very worrying.
No need to look down, you can know the condition of your right hand before paying.
And he fired back casually, silently calculating how many more blows he could take. At the same time, what he cared about most was still the safety of his opponent.
This time Dorian undoubtedly exerted all his strength, and I believe he has reached the limit within his capabilities.
The effect is also amazing, unlike other "hims" who are of high rank but are not complete in nature and only show a trace of authority.
The thing standing in front of me gives the impression that it is almost a real First Order, and it has responded to this call.
It's a pity that all I can feel from the white-faced man is the naked killing and animality. It seems that I can't talk more about it.
But this information is not completely meaningless.
First of all, a first-order person who loses his mind, wanders in a special night, and kills with abandon can be said to have once again weakened the possibility of happening in reality.
Secondly, the probability that such a character will deliberately avoid himself is even smaller.
In the two healing dreams, he cut himself down without mercy, which proves this to a certain extent.
But I had been strutting around in the night, but I never came across it...
Dang! Bang!
The knife flew away again, and after the previous shot was easily dodged, he returned another shot. At the same time, Fu Qian disappeared on the spot and reappeared some distance away.
It's a pity that the opponent's next slash came almost simultaneously, not even half a minute slower.
After using the blood to conquer the invisible, although the white-faced man did not show the ability to kill across dimensions for a while, his first-order sense of smell was still reflected, and he almost walked in sync with his hidden self.
It seems impossible to get rid of it this way.
He didn't even dodge the knife before it was delivered.
This can be called a terrifying knife, which directly cut a vicious wound in his waist.
The reason why it was half way was because at the same time, a fist surrounded by golden flames also hit the swordsman's body, knocking him away completely.
And there was even real white dust erupting from that body, as if it was beaten to ashes in one step.
…
Of course it's not that simple.
Feeling the strange touch coming from his fist, Fu Qian, who was injured instead of pursuing, observed himself.
There is no doubt that the wound stained by the strange grease on the knife shows no signs of healing.
At the same time, what's more serious is that at a glance, you can already see the internal organs inside and even the church behind it.
If the eclipse also had a health bar, this knife would have cut off at least nearly half of it.
My next fault tolerance has been infinitely compressed.
This is not the only negative impact. The opponent who was knocked into the air has returned, full of energy.
That punch just now, with his current rank and that special flame, would probably have hurt even Mr. Yasui back then.
However, judging from the feel, it probably only left a small crater on the inhuman body.
The loss of color is not only reflected in the moment when you are forced to leave this world, but the damage it causes yourself seems to be discounted as a result - even non-physical damage.
roar--
Facing the white-faced man who attacks again, this time the response is a full-force gospel explosion.
However, the white-faced man's movements did not hesitate at all, and he had already cut him off with one stroke.
Although this sword missed, Fu Qian had disappeared again.
No sanity plus the effect of loss of color? Make this kind of mental shock completely useless?
While analyzing the reason, Fu Qian appeared again from the Blood Conquest. This time, the distance was farther away, and he was only one step away from entering the church.
Of course, there is no doubt that the long knife named Zipeng has also been caught.
when!
And this time, the one who responded to it was another hand burning with golden flames, only one size larger.
The body that swelled in an instant, making it impossible to look directly at, grabbed the long knife at an incredible speed before being hit.
"Don't you want to give up weapons? Of course, it suits your style very well."
Fu Qian, who transformed into the King of Abandoned Prison, swung out his other fist and hit the same spot again.
At that moment, I seemed to hear countless layers of wailing, and the originally indestructible body was reduced by half in an instant.
Click!
Amidst the crisp cracking sound, the long folding knife that still refused to let go was directly crushed into dozens of pieces.
"Let me confirm the angle again..."
Facing the body that collapsed but was still trying to struggle, Fu Qian muttered to himself, visually checked the direction and distance to the church, and raised his feet.
boom!
The earth-shattering impact and violent trampling directly trampled the broken body deep into the ground.
"Your mental state is not optimistic. Let me introduce you to some good doctors."