These fluttering words shook everyone's thinking like a thousand-ton giant hammer.
Did they hear it right just now?
"I don't know how high the sky is!" Fan Chaosheng laughed angrily and bent down on his knees, "I see that your breath is not stable. It seems that you are exhausted after the battle, and you still dare to talk nonsense."
"Do you understand that under the eight realms, everyone is just an ant!"
In Fan Qisheng's perception, the invisible "qi" around Lu Ze was not as thick as the mountains in the Eight Realms, but became thinner and thinner.
Today, he was going to kill Lu Ze in front of countless people in this hunting camp.
Establish rules for his pilgrimage!
Buzz~
Everyone felt their eardrums bulge heavily and the earth trembled.
I saw a black shadow rolling back into the dust wave and rising into the air like a dragon. Like a black lightning, it pulled out an afterimage nearly ten meters long. It was like a giant blade that instantly hung in the air and was about to be slashed down with the force of a violent wave in the next second.
"That's Fan Qisheng's ultimate kick technique!"
"The guillotine, the name of the guillotine... can break the city gate with one leg, everyone, get out of the way, get out of the way!"
However, before everyone could react, Fan Qisheng's figure had already pulled out layers of afterimages in mid-air, and violently rolled down with the fog within ten meters around him.
Wrapped in waves of dust, his legs are like long knives.
The gravel that had risen from the ground was chopped into powder the moment it hit the leg knife.
Lu Ze raised his head indifferently and stared at the leg knife whose speed exceeded 100 meters per second in an instant. At this moment, several white waves suddenly rose from around his feet, and the two fingers of his right hand were like knives lying across his side.
In an instant, layers of air waves spread beside the two fingers, creating ripples visible to the naked eye.
"How dare you speak about the Eight Realms?"
The sound waves rolled and stirred in all directions.
Lu Ze slightly clasped his fingers together, bringing up countless residual winds. Everyone saw in a trance that the air waves merged into a surging river at this moment, like a dragon soaring across the sky.
hold head high--
The gas at the fingertips stirs up at high speed, causing simultaneous resonance all around.
Lu Ze did not dodge, but stood on the spot. Just when he was about to be hit by Fan Chaosheng's leg knife on the side of his neck, he suddenly bent his right hand.
"late!"
Fan Qisheng laughed wildly and suppressed his laughter.
In his eyes, Lu Zetuo didn't dodge, which actually allowed him to save all the plans for changing his moves.
At this moment, his leg speed has exceeded Mach 0.6!
No one in this camp can escape his power that can break metal into pieces and trample mountains and plains.
However, as Fan Qisheng laughed, from all directions——
Hundreds of people, including the Hibiscus Team, Yanhuang Warriors, Li Hui, Bi Yanming, and even dozens of tactical team members gathered here, felt their eardrums suddenly bulge.
They truly felt the air pressure in the area where they were at this time drop sharply.
The image of the white dragon that suddenly dragged out five overlapping phantoms appeared on their retinas!
He became angry and roared, followed by Lu Ze's two fingers pointing at the void in front of his shoulder at the same time.
In the Star Source Consciousness Sea, the number 400 evaporated instantly.
Zhi——
It's like the sound of thousands of pieces of steel rubbing and shaking together, making the listeners' teeth sore and their fingers numb.
The terrifying scene of black clouds looming over the city was instantly frozen in mid-air, and the white dragon leaping across the water disappeared at the same time.
Under the black clouds, there is a right leg that has returned from an afterimage to stillness, with a metallic luster all over its body.
On the right leg, between the shin and fibula, there is a Juxu point, but Lu Ze pressed his two fingers horizontally here and tapped lightly.
--boom!
A wave of air perpendicular to the earth dispersed and collapsed from the fingertips.
The Nujiang White Dragon crashed through the black city, spanning ten meters in an instant!
Fan Qisheng was like a carp shot in the air by a giant torpedo. He was pushed ten meters horizontally and was slammed against the camp wall.
Fine cracks spread out like spider webs, and the earth trembled.
puff--
A mouthful of blood mist spurted out, and Fan Qisheng slid down against the wall. He was about to stand up, but he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.
Fan Qisheng was stunned and looked down.
The armor condensed from the liquid metal attached to the knee of his right leg and then... disappeared completely!
Drops of blood slid down the edge of the broken armor.
The feeling of emptiness floods into the brain from bottom to top.
His eyes suddenly went dark.
"mine……"
"Where are the legs!"
Fan Qisheng howled sadly.
The crowd fell silent at first, and then countless eyes looked at Lu Ze in fear, who calmly put away his two fingers.
An uncontrollable trembling exclamation suddenly sounded.
"Using strength to control Qi, he can penetrate a hundred steps with force. He is a warrior!"
"The metal battle suit, the protective energy, can be broken with one blow..."
"He is the real one..."
"Eighth Realm Warrior!"
Everyone was in an uproar and looked at the young man who calmly turned around and walked towards the remaining five Yanhuang warriors in disbelief.
The Eighth Realm Warrior is a transcendent existence that only exists outside the battle fortress, only exists on the Internet and TV, and only exists in admiration and legend!
Today, I just showed up at the freedom camp so casually.
As the deputy commander of the camp, Bi Yanming's eyes were turning black at this moment. If the assistant beside him didn't help him carefully, he might have fainted on the spot.
Wang Yun, who was frozen on the spot holding a tea cup, looked at Lu Ze with his face flushed, and his whole body was trembling.
So, Lu Ze is a war, war, war... general. The person she had been tit-for-tat with before and almost pointed her nose at him and scolded him is... the Eighth Realm War General!
At this moment, it was as if his whole body was being electrified, and the tea cup in Wang Yun's hand was swaying and about to fall.
Lu Ze looked at the five Yanhuang warriors. Every time he took a step, the five of them took a step back.
"Lord General, no, it's none of our business."
"We're just helping move things."
"We didn't take action." Zhao Rong, who had unusually long arms, cried with a sad face and shouted loudly while holding the knife and retreating.
However, at this moment, when everyone's eyes fell on Lu Ze again, no one expected that Fan Qisheng under the wall would use the power of the ground to bounce up instantly, pulling up an afterimage and leaping into the air.
He looked at Lu Ze with hatred and resentment, threw out his right arm, and a rotating golden revolver suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.
As his arm was thrown forward, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the back of Lu Ze's head!
No one knows that he is a master of both arms and legs!
Fan Qisheng, who had lost his leg, had scarlet eyes, a twisted and crazy smile on his face, and he suddenly pressed the trigger.
--go to hell!
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"still."
At the moment when the trigger was pressed, these two words sounded in Lu Ze's mouth at the same time, as if he had expected it.
Lu Ze's right foot landed naturally, and he lifted his left heel off the ground, looking calmly at the completely frozen world of silence in front of him.
Nearby, there are the frightened eyes of the five Yanhuang warriors, and their bodies leaning back slightly to retreat again.
In the distance, Li Hui and Bi Yanming looked at each other in shock and numbness.
The corner of Lu Ze's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he inserted his right hand behind his head, pinched his two fingers casually, and gently clamped a metal bullet hovering in the air.
The left foot that was about to be lifted was gently pressed down, turning into the center of the circle, and taking advantage of the momentum to turn around.
With two fingers holding the warhead, he threw it with his backhand, sending out layers of ripples and solidifying in the air.
In the sea of consciousness, the static golden pointer resumed its trembling.
boom--
A huge gunshot sounded over the camp.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden change and looked towards the side of the wall fearfully.
They saw the source of the gunfire and the huge golden revolver.
Everyone also saw the bloody flower blooming suddenly between Fan Qisheng's brows.
Plop.
Fan Qisheng's body fell heavily to the ground, his right hand still holding the golden revolver tightly, his eyes wide open with confusion.
General Yanhuang, Warrior of the Seventh Realm, Fan Qisheng...
died.
Everyone turned their necks stiffly and saw the young man looking at each other indifferently, with a wisp of white smoke dissipating between his two raised fingers.
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