In fact, he may not be able to hit if he takes action. It's just that a trace of curiosity flashed in his heart at that moment and he restrained his intention to take out the gun. The other party's actions were obviously interesting. He changed the point of the gun tip for the second time without firing. His intention was very concealed. At that time
The live broadcast room was filled with chaos, and it was obvious that most people did not understand his intentions - but this was normal, after all, they were at that level.
But the other party made the correct judgment, twice in a row. Is this a coincidence? Or is it a gift? Or is there something else to rely on? But if there is another way to rely on, the only thing he can think of is the Hailin Crown.
He walked forward.
"Did I escape?" Fang Pliong asked in a low voice while running.
r was noncommittal. In fact, he had not said a word since before.
"He didn't take action, Ed." On the other end of the video, the girl with eyes like a star flower twitched her long silver ears slightly and replied: "He is also reading your intentions, so be careful."
He, read my intentions? Fang Yu was greatly surprised. With the opponent's level of strength, what's the use of reading his own intentions? But a word came to his mind - cautious, just like a hunter examining his prey, coldly, and
It is precise and does not use any extra effort. This is exactly what hunters in nature do.
But when it falls on one person, it only reminds people of a cautious and powerful opponent, which is the type that makes people feel the most troublesome.
A silver light emerged from the darkness.
Fang Yu was startled for a moment, and then he saw clearly that it was a straight line, written by R. It was the mark projected by the latter into the enhanced field of vision under his system. "Ed, behind." It was at this moment,
Miya's voice came again.
Almost silently, a green spear parted the darkness. It came first, passed through his right side, and blocked his way forward with one shot.
Fang Plover's heart tightened, but he also realized that the opponent did not kill him. He turned around and saw a blue shadow floating behind him like a ghost, but it was just the afterimage of the opponent's last attack. Fang Plover had just raised his hand.
When he started to raise his hand, he saw Qing already appearing in front of him——
He subconsciously took a step back, but Qing also moved to the left. The speed was almost the same as that of Flash, and he still chased after him. Then he raised his hand and struck with an elbow. Fang Plover didn't even see the opponent's right hand clearly.
Then he felt a huge force coming from his chest, and his whole body flew into the air, flying four or five meters away.
He hit a rock wall hard and slipped down again. The magic furnace made a loud noise and many parts fell down. However, Fang Yu's first reaction was to check his magic furnace as he saw stars in his eyes.
The efficiency of the furnace dropped by 20% and the failure rate increased by half.
But it can still be used.
Fang Yu stood up, gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher...ahem, I blocked it."
r said nothing.
But when Fang Plover raised his head, he was slightly startled.
In the darkness, a silver line was extending to the right, and like a bolt of lightning that separated the dark night sky, it was falling into his heart——
Qing raised his right hand into a knife and slowly lowered it. He looked at this scene with some surprise. The opponent took his blow and didn't faint. Everyone in the live broadcast room was discussing how high this guy's defense was.
But he understands.
Even at the last moment, the opponent reacted and made half a step in the most ideal direction. Otherwise, this blow would have taken away at least two-thirds of the opponent's life. According to the self-protection rules of Aitaria's life form,
It should be in a state of shock.
But that’s where it ends.
He didn't intend to cause trouble and give a combat craftsman time to release his flexible structure, so he took a step forward and divided his body into four.
It was not a clone technique, it was just Qing's four changes of direction from left to right. Fang Plover's dynamic vision could no longer catch up to its limit. Four shadows with different movements were projected on the retina. But he still bit his teeth.
Teeth, gritted his teeth and raised his hands.
The silver line is still extending forward.
A soft sound.
The front half of the claw of the 'Lone King's Pride' flew out of his hand, exactly in the direction pointed by the silver thread.
There was a long arc of light in the darkness, sparks flying.
At this moment, everyone in Qing's live broadcast room couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Ah?"
Qing turned around in mid-air, waved his hand, and knocked away Fang Plover's flying claws. But he was shocked, it was extraordinary, how did the other party capture it - that was just a combat craftsman, a newcomer!
His thoughts flashed like lightning, and he immediately stopped on the spot, then turned again, leaving seven or eight consecutive shadows in Fang Plover's field of vision, and finally jumped.
On Fang Plover's retina, a silver light flew back towards him - he didn't need to look at Qing, he just needed to look at the silver light, gritted his teeth and opened the shield to the maximum, then raised his left hand to strengthen it.
Gloves.
The silver light folded down, and he blocked it with his left hand. There was another fire in the darkness, and the force hit him almost off balance. The shield plug-in on the magic furnace also exploded with a ball of sparks, and was declared useless. And the silver light
Without stopping for a moment, he turned to the middle again.
As Fang Pliong leaned back with his left hand, he launched a rocket flying claw. Qing Zheng punched him, but he hit the rocket flying claw, causing sparks to fly, and his left fist flew out.
After missing two consecutive blows, Qing's face was still indifferent, but his heart was shaken. He almost had a love for talents, and while taking a step back, he still had time to ask: "Hand over the Hailin Crown, I won't
kill you."
Fang Yu staggered back. Did he have the strength to answer? But the other party mentioned Hailin Crown, which surprised him greatly.
He only thought that the other party was from the Dragon Fire Guild, so he raised his left hand and gave the middle finger without thinking.
But before the action was completed, he saw the opponent's right hand turned into a whip, and a hand knife was swung at him. "!?" He couldn't help but cursed in his heart. The opponent had gone too far, and he didn't even have a chance to breathe.
Give.
At this moment, the silver line turned to the upper left, Fang Plover took a step back, and his right hand retracted the pride of the lonely king with a 'click'. He raised his right hand again and used it as a block with his chest.
This blow hit the 'Lone King's Pride', and he could almost hear a heart-wrenching groan coming from his reinforced gloves. With the strength of the legendary equipment, it was almost hit by the opponent's hand knife.
To be scrapped.
Fang Yu didn't have time to feel sorry for his equipment, because a huge force had passed through his arm, hit his chest, and swept him away. He fell heavily to the ground, and he heard the sound of the bones in his right hand breaking.
There is almost no feeling in my right hand.
The three fights are a long story, but in fact they were just a flash of lightning. The audience in the live broadcast room had no time to see the movements of the two people clearly. They could only see three bangs and three groups of sparks blooming in the darkness. Qing continued to attack.
Three times, it can be said that all three times failed to do their best.
There was silence in the live broadcast room, and everyone was completely stunned. Fang Yu's three blocks were almost perfect judgment, and the blocks were so beautiful that even as supporters of the enemy, they couldn't help but
I exclaimed in my heart that it was so beautiful.
Some fights are like art, enough to leave the deepest impression on people.
Although it was only three short battles, it was enough for these people to remember the appearance of this young man. In fact, what people like Ru Qing fear most is not meeting well-matched opponents and high-quality games. And they, fans,
Why don't you want to see a pleasing fight?
But after this brief illusion passed, people suddenly thought of another problem - the other party was not an equal opponent, but just a newcomer. When one was in the Dawn Star Forest, he could not raise his head when facing a mere Qin Zhi.
of newcomers.
The other party has actually grown to this point?
how can that be possible?
Many people couldn't help but recall the statement widely circulated in the community. In the next twenty years, has the next generation of the ten kings of the Chinese division been born? Fox, the gray king, is close to retiring. The next
Will one of the ten kings be decided first among the battle craftsmen?
Some people say it will be a loofah, but some people will involuntarily have a shadow flash in their hearts.
That shadow once touched the hearts of many people underground on Fenris Island.
Qing himself was stunned for a moment.
Others may not know it clearly, but at that moment, he really had the illusion that he was fighting an opponent who was not inferior to him. He didn't know if he was thinking too much, because he could almost feel the opponent's judgment and response.
The intuitive feeling of fighting is almost superior to him in all directions, forming a crushing effect.
But how is it possible?
The fact is that the other party behaved as a new person should.
He said nothing, only stretched out his hand backwards, and the spear on the side automatically flew into his hand. He held the green spear in his hand, and there was only determination in his heart. He had already noticed a trace of uneasiness. With his caution, he would never
Let this uneasiness spread and grow.
Qing raised his spear and swung it forward with all his strength, and two staggered blades of light flew into the darkness.
At this moment, everyone in the live broadcast room could see that Qing was serious about it.
The light blade seemed to be very slow, but in fact it was very fast - the blade swept across it and plowed a ravine in the rear. Wherever it passed, the lava was bent over.
In Fang Plover's eyes, it looked like a pair of white fangs, biting straight at him. As soon as the superior man saw this light, he already understood in his heart that his opponent turned out to be someone from the third level.
The Chosen One of the Second World.
Only the Chosen One of the Second World can particleize magic power at such a long distance. The opponent had not used all his strength before, so the idea flashed across his mind, but fortunately, the opponent did not kill him as soon as he came up.
But at this moment, this blow could no longer keep him.
The silver line bent in a very far direction, a hundred feet away, and R didn't seem to care at all whether he could reach that place in one go.
But at the moment when Fang Plover flew out, his left hand had firmly caught the flying claws flying back, and held it gently. A light blue light door also opened from behind him, and a silver graceful figure emerged from him.
He showed up behind him and struck him with the blades of both hands.
Fluorescence flashed from Angel Angel's body, and then the two of them turned into ether together. Between the interlacing of light and shadow, two light gates unfolded one by one.
The 'two people' continuously passed between the two light gates and retreated. The next moment, the light blade almost swept past the 'two people' and hit the rock wall in that direction.
After the position was shaken, two staggered slash marks were left behind.
Qing's attack failed again, but no one in the live broadcast room dared to speak——
Everyone could see at this moment that the young man opposite them was actually not strong, just like his identity - a newbie combat craftsman. But the opponent's fighting will and judgment were simply wonderful.
This wonderful thing would be enough to make anyone applaud anywhere, but here, the young man was the enemy of their supporters.
What's more important is that the descendants of Flor actually have a long-standing grudge with the other party.
"how come?"
Qing Ye frowned, glanced at the direction where Fang Plover disappeared, and silently put away his spear. At the last moment, he seemed to have caught something, and that thought flashed past and disappeared from his mind.
Without a trace.
The other end of the cave.
Fang Yu's right hand hung weakly, and with the help of the capable angel, he stood up from the ground. He fumbled for the life potion from his pocket with his left hand, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
He looked back and saw that the Angel's two flashes were definitely not enough to escape the opponent's pursuit, but it was pitch black in that direction, and he didn't know when the opponent would catch up. But after a round of fighting, he felt a little more confident.
.
That was a person from the second world, and he was actually able to go through a round under the other party. He let out a breath, and there was still a feeling of unreality. Of course, this was not his fault alone.
That's all.
He looked at Miya and then at R. For the first time, he felt from the two of them the strength of a truly top selector.
"Ed," Miya suddenly said at this time: "The other party is not from the Dragon Fire Guild."
Fang Plover was slightly startled.
"The descendant of Flor," R spoke for the first time after such a long time: "The Spear of Cang, the leader of the Cang Tour Group."
There was a different meaning in his voice, and he looked at Fang Plover: "Do you know who that is?"
"Captain of the brigade?"
Fang Plover himself was shocked. This was not one of those half-assed troupes in the first world, but a troupe in the second world. How could they be ordinary people, let alone the leader of a troupe? He was actually the leader of a real troupe.
I walked away with my hand, is this not a joke?
But what R said next made him almost faint: "This title is actually the title of Dragon Knight."
"ah?"
Fang Yu felt that he was doomed. If the other party summoned the Dragon Knight, would he still be alive? Not to mention dodge, the other party could kill him with just a flick of his finger. But in the second world,
Is the Dragon Knight really that free to trouble a newcomer like him?
And why are people descended from Flor here?
"What are you going to do?" R asked.
Fang Yu gently pressed the location of the Golden Flame Ring with his left hand.
He raised his head and looked in one direction, and the ring was exuding scorching heat on his chest - he let go of his hand, and a ray of light that only he could see extended forward in the darkness and pointed in that direction.
And there, there was only darkness.
But no matter what, he has to get the dragon's heart back.
He suddenly felt something in his heart. When he turned around, he saw Qing Yi holding a spear and appearing on the other side of the cave. Obviously, the other party had no intention of letting him go. He relied on the powerful angel to escape for the rest of his life, but he could not always do it.
Escape.
What's more, it was beyond the other party's expectations the first time. If he does it again, there's no guarantee what will happen.
As soon as Qing appeared in that direction, he immediately flashed and disappeared from his field of vision. Fang Yu felt a warning sign in his heart, knowing that if the other party moved, he would appear next to him the next moment. With his perception ability, he basically chased after him.
Can't match the opponent's speed.
But fortunately, he is not the only one here.
r said: "On the left side."
Fang Yu only had time to turn around, and the shadow of a gun flashed out of the corner of his eye. He subconsciously asked the angel to block it. But after a loud noise, the construct flew back, hit him, and knocked him away.
He fell to the ground again, and a sharp pain came from his right arm, but he did not dare to neglect at all, and immediately raised his head, only to see the silver line in that direction folding back first. But his right hand was completely unconscious at this moment, almost
Yu hung helplessly, unable to make another move.
He just subconsciously wanted to retreat.
However, R's cold voice came: "If you retreat, you will be dead."
He added: "You only have one chance, but only if you can seize it."
"Follow my orders."
In an instant, Fang Plover actually lost the last chance to dodge. After the light and shadow passed by each other, Qing almost immediately appeared on his side. There was almost no intermediate process from the opponent's starting to arriving.
The silver mark flashed past, and all Fang Plover could see was the gleaming gun blade, infinitely magnified in his field of vision.
But at that moment, under the instructions of R, the silver threads suddenly spread out, forming shining dots distributed in the darkness. Only Fang Plover could clearly understand these numerous stars-like rays of light.
What means.
The tacit teacher-student understanding formed between the two many years ago almost does not need to be conveyed in words at this moment.
Just when everyone thought Fang Plover was going to die from this shot, Qing saw a silver light in the corner of his eye.
That is Fang Plover's powerful angel.
Suddenly, there was a trembling sound.
No one saw clearly how the blade arm in the construct's hand blocked Qing's spear. After a splash of sparks, the capable angel flew backwards. But after Qing blocked the sword, a fatal one appeared.
Mistakes.
He was stunned for a moment and did not attack immediately. It was this moment of confusion that gave Fang Yu the opportunity to summon the second powerful angel. As soon as the blue light appeared, the second light gate suddenly opened.
The capable angel launched an attack first and stabbed the opponent with his sword. However, this sword did not attack the enemy to save him, but only pointed at the spear in Qing's hand.
Qing tried to get around it, but to no avail, another burst of fire burst out.
Then came the third powerful angel, and Qing felt a chill in his heart - he couldn't help but look at Fang Pliance. But Fang Piao didn't look at him at all, he only kept changing the control gestures of his left hand. Three powerful angels, you retreat and I advance.
, launching attacks indiscriminately.
In the eyes of others, this round of offensive was so quick that Qing was once at a disadvantage and had to defend passively.
And in the final blow, the Energizer couldn't bear the strength, and half of his arm split open and turned into pieces and flew out. But even so, the construct still turned around in mid-air and struck out with a sword.
Pierce Qing's neck.
This sword was so dangerous that everyone in the live broadcast room couldn't help but let out a scream, almost thinking that Qing was going to be hit by the sword. But it turned out that they had just overthought it. Qing hit the man with a backhand and shot the sword.
The Archangel, who fought desperately, returned to the state of parts.
But after this shot, the live broadcast room was completely silent.
Why does the opponent still have the ability to fight back?
In fact, Fang Plover himself was completely stunned.
Because this round of attacks actually has nothing to do with him——
He was just following R's orders, telling the angel how to draw the sword and when. And those distributed light spots were exactly the windows for each sword draw indicated by R. As long as Qing moved, the corresponding direction would change.
The light spot will light up.
The only thing he needs to do is that his reaction ability needs to keep up with the other party's judgment.
And under this round of command, his three angels behaved like three sword masters. If the attributes of the angels themselves were too low, maybe he would have to attack in this round.
The brigade leader was killed.
What is this concept?
Qing's face was also extremely ugly. Although his opponent was obviously far weaker than him, after this round of fighting, he actually felt that his hands were shaking slightly. He looked at the opponent with an incredible look:
