The thin running figure didn't even dare to look back at this moment.
Stars above, what did he just see?
The black wood cannon beasts were cut in half one after another, and the waves of blood splashed several meters high.
The sound of the corpse hitting the ground was like a demonic sound, and the bloody scenes appeared in his mind involuntarily.
Then what did he see with his amazing eyesight?!
After the Udan Spearmen's escort group was thrown three times in a row...the group was destroyed!
All that could be heard was the faint screams that stopped suddenly.
From the beginning to the end, he did not see clearly who the enemy was, whether he was attacking the hill alone or as a group.
But what is certain is that the enemy's strength is beyond imagination!
The enemy's methods are also weird beyond imagination!
Can't watch...can't watch.
He had a feeling that if he didn't run away quickly, he might be targeted next.
Basham doesn't want to die... He still has many ambitions to be realized through the Young Patriarch.
As long as he reveals the news here to Izewende, it will be a huge achievement.
Huchi...huchi...
His chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and Basham's lithe body moved forward in the dense grass like a vigorous night owl.
rustle……
A subtle sound entered the ear.
Basham didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was the sound he made while running.
But just a second later, all the hairs on his body stood up!
No, these are not my own footsteps at all.
At the moment when he was thinking, a black shadow suddenly flashed past him.
The speed is so fast that if you don't stare attentively, you will never notice it.
But Basham made a decision at this moment, twisted his waist, and suddenly jumped out to the left.
【Quickly run to avoid】.
This sudden change of direction is even more flexible than a leopard's.
At this moment, Basham is not as strong as he was in the White Armor Tribe.
Just looking at the means of escaping, it is impossible to believe that he casually caught the punch from Isaiah, the leader of the White Armor Clan.
The strength he once showed in the tribal chief's tent is now gone.
"You just left like this...without even saying goodbye?"
With a thud, Basham thrust his right foot into the soil and stopped suddenly, looking ahead with a horrified face.
Five meters in front of him, a figure facing him had his right arm crossed.
That action was completely waiting for him in a leisurely manner.
His excellent night vision allows him to see the exquisite dark gold patterns on the opponent's armor.
That complicated pattern that contains some kind of violent beauty must be some kind of ancient totem.
The joint gems, which are like luminous pearls, constantly swallowing the green luster, infinitely amplify this sense of mystery.
Under the cold mask, only a pair of emotionless cold eyes were revealed.
At this moment, those words that sounded like teasing and mocking came from inside the other party’s visor.
[I... didn't even notice how the other party appeared.]
As he kept chewing these thoughts in his mind, Basham's face became increasingly ugly.
The stealthiness of the opponent's movements even surpassed those of the wildcat-like Udan Spearmen.
"I do not know what you're talking about?"
"I'm on my way, do you have to make things difficult for me?"
Lengbuding Basham suddenly spoke.
Mu Fan's eyelids finally moved... and narrowed slightly.
Basham's left hand behind his back clenched and loosened, and his whole body tensed up, but he didn't notice that the opponent was suddenly attacking.
This is a pretty good signal.
At least the other party didn't have any intention of killing him.
There was a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart.
One is to evaluate the opponent's strength and constantly speculate in his mind on the outcome of the fight between the two.
The second is planning an escape route.
Basham's eyes were fixed on Mu Fan's, but from the corner of his eye, he kept taking in the surrounding scenes.
The eyes of falcons are naturally stronger than those of other creatures.
"You are the only one left in the team."
As soon as Mu Fan opened his mouth, Basham was startled and ready to take action.
But his mustache jumped again and again, but he resisted the urge to take action.
"I don't know what you're talking about! If you don't get out of the way, I'll take action!" Basham said in a stern voice, while his left hand had already pulled out a bone scimitar with a blood groove behind his waist.
From the confrontation to speaking, Basham's movements were always smooth.
Or to be precise, this is what he is planning to do.
Everything is setting the stage for the final attack.
Mu Fan blinked and looked at Basham calmly. The suddenly silent air made the hairs on Basham's arms stand up uncontrollably.
"Why, do you want to..."
"Oh." Mu Fan casually interrupted Basham's words, and then seemed to listen to what was going on around him. "So, you are the last one."
What last one?
Are you even listening to what I'm saying?
This answer is not what the question means.
However, Mu Fan did not explain anything more to him.
In an instant, Basham felt that the hair on the back of his head was exploding.
At this moment he even smelled the breath of death.
No, the other party is ready to take action!
Basham suddenly swept forward the bone scimitar he took out with his left hand.
It moves like a rabbit and is as fast as thunder.
This is the best word to describe Basham at this moment. Isaiah did not expect that Basham's thin body would contain such amazing explosive power.
The bone scimitar split the air without making any sound, but a faint wave of air could be seen spreading out with the naked eye.
The warriors on this planet possess strength that far exceeds that of the warriors of the Galaxy Federation.
The moment he drew the sword, the curved blade was already in front of him.
I can kill him...
Just when this thought came to mind, Mu Fan moved.
Mu Fan raised his eyelids again.
Then, in Basham's frightened eyes, the blocker in front of him, wearing a gorgeous armor, twisted and disappeared into the air.
Whoosh!
The scimitar crossed the front as expected, but it was empty.
Basham's eyes widened.
He anticipated all the scenes, and even imagined that the other party would break his arm with a stick.
But he never expected this to be the case.
Where are the enemies?
left!?
Basham turned his head sharply and looked.
No……
Right!?
nor……
Could that be...
Creak.
Suddenly there was a clear cracking sound.
Immediately afterwards, a heartbreaking pain spread to the brain.
Basham suddenly looked forward in fear.
He saw a hand wrapped in dark gold armor holding his wrist.
A figure stood clearly in front of him.
It was obvious that he had just cut through the front of Luo Kong... At this time, another person appeared...
He wanted to ask, but the piercing pain made him grin and could only cry out in pain: "Ah!"
Mu Fan's five fingers were like knives, and he held them fiercely.
Bones pierced the skin, and blood burst in the palms of the hands.
Basham's left wrist was crushed to pieces instantly!