Chapter five hundred and forty-four the force from another world
The white steam around Testom suddenly stagnated. .The fastest update
His sinister and crazy expression was fixed on his face, and he punched suddenly.
The home communicator next to him that was making strange noises was punched into powder.
"Your father and I have been here all the time, come on, scumbag."
However, the dry electronic sound came from the other side of the living room again, and it was a floating speaker connected to the Internet.
With one kick, the air flow was pulled out, and the suspended speaker was directly kicked into pieces.
"Damn mouse, get out of here!"
There was endless murderous intent in Testom's voice, and the insulting words of the other party made the murderous intent in his heart surge to the extreme.
However, he has not found the identity of the voice until now!
"No need to waste your efforts, you can't kill it...oh, and me."
In front of Testom, faint words came.
Mu Fan held the spliced three-edged javelin in his right hand, and slowly took his left hand out of the pocket at his side, then covered it to his face under Testom's doubtful eyes.
When the palm was removed, a cold, lifeless, and jade-white mask appeared on Mu Fan's face.
And when they looked at each other, they saw a pair of indifferent, black pupils without any emotion.
Buzz…
There was a slight tremor, a strange sound of air flow sounded, and a faint green flashed across the palm of Mu Fan's right hand.
Then the three-sided javelin hung upside down under the palm of the hand like magnetic energy, and instantly spun into a phantom.
"It? You really have a lot of secrets... huh?"
Testom's left eye blinked hard, and then there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then it turned into complete disbelief.
"How did you do it? Who are you?"
In the infrared imaging of his left eye, the red outline dimmed little by little until it disappeared?
That's right, Mu Fan completely disappeared from his left eye's field of vision.
In the field of vision of his right eye, Mu Fan, whose face was as white as jade, was just standing there quietly, with the three-sided javelin spinning rapidly in his hand strangely silent at this moment.
In a completely unconventional change, Testom's scarlet artificial eyeball stared at Mu Fan's right hand, and the palm of his hand was shaking to the point of an afterimage.
The current opponent's temperament and body temperature instantly transformed into extremely cold, even more like a killing machine than himself, and more like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness.
Maybe...he is the real assassin?
An idea that had never occurred to me suddenly came to mind.
Mu Fan took a slight step back, his figure almost melting into the shadow.
From this moment on, Testom's right eye began to lose sight of Mu Fan.
"Go to hell!"
The stagnant white air suddenly burst out again, and the whole person attacked violently!
"Fear is just fantasy..."
Gentle murmurs floated from all around, and Testom punched a terrifying hole in the wall, but the punch did not feel like it hit the solid object.
"The darkness is boiling..."
"I descend from the shadows..."
"I am...Temple."
The cold and plain sigh completely disappeared into the darkness.
At the same time, there was a click.
Taking the location of the two people as the center of the circle, all power sources within one kilometer were cut off, and the space was completely plunged into a night.
In the virtual space of the Internet, there is also darkness in front of the black metal ball. When all power is cut off, it also cuts off all means of image acquisition.
At this moment, the metal ball is muttering to itself:
"Old man, Mu Fan has become more and more proficient in using your methods, but without the heart of psionic energy, I can only help him achieve this step. Speaking of which, Xiao Fanfan can use it so easily.
Nether Energy, I'm really curious about what his race is..."
There were countless small moving sounds all around, and at this moment, there were shadows inside and outside the house.
Suddenly there was a slight flow of air next to his ears, his eyes glowed red, and Testom punched out.
La
A violent spark flashed from his wrist. Under the weak light of the spark, Testom's right eye saw the three-sided javelin spinning into a phantom knife wheel.
Then the blade wheel disappeared into the air again.
"Your body doesn't seem to be indestructible." A gentle whisper came from his side, this time the voice was so close to him.
"Damn rats!"
Alas, another spark streaked across his arm.
This punch punched through the wall, but still didn't hit the opponent.
From the moment the opponent put on that mask, his combat style changed from a violent head-on confrontation to a light and weird assassination.
Moreover, Testom looked at his arm in disbelief. There were two deep rolling scars on his arm, as if they had been scratched by a large cutting machine.
His hard mechanical arm was actually injured.
"Mouse, come out here."
Looking at Testom who was not far away and bombarding him crazily, there was no emotion in Mu Fan's eyes.
With the Youbai mask superimposed on five layers of dark breath, nothing could make Mu Fan feel any more disturbed. He just silently stared at the figure who was falling into madness.
Now, Mu Fan's understanding of Mohanda's inheritance has deepened.
Hidden in the darkness, only striking out with thunder when revealed.
Kill with one strike, then escape far away.
This seems to be a more advanced combat style!
neither knows……
While Mohanda fell into a deep sleep of his soul, Mu Fan, who was walking alone, was inadvertently touching the true meaning of the temple.
Under the seemingly chaotic and crazy bombardment, the villa, with its walls completely shattered, finally collapsed.
Amid the smoke and dust, Testom's figure stood quietly among the ruins.
The flames still burning not far away finally gave his vision a different color.
Now he hates that damn darkness so much!
The leaping flames finally allowed his right eye's normal optical vision to see the black figure standing quietly not far away, and now the other party seemed to show no signs of moving.
Finally I see you.
"Now, how can you hide, you mysterious boy!"
His face was already crazily distorted. Among the enemies he had killed in the past, there was no one he hated more than the young man in front of him.
"I haven't been hiding. It's just that your life is about to start counting down. The satellite will sweep over here in one minute, so you can die."
Mu Fan said calmly.
This demeanor was not intentional on his part, because after turning on the Dark Breath and entering a state of absolute calm, his words had lost all emotion.
Testom didn't say anything. He looked at Mu Fan with his scarlet eyes, stamped his feet heavily, turned into an afterimage and rushed over.
This time Mu Fan did not dodge or raise his hands to parry, but at the moment when the opponent stepped heavily, his heart suddenly compressed to a quarter.
Boom, boom!
When it expanded again, the heart rate instantly exceeded 400 beats per minute.
The strong heart pushed the blood flow to every muscle of Mu Fan at an unprecedented speed. A huge amount of oxygen began to be consumed by the muscles, and then it produced a force that exceeded the limit of the human body.
The opponent's speed, which also exceeded the limit of the human body, was like a cannonball.
Mu Fan stepped on the ground and leaned forward, leaving behind an afterimage.
The first of the seven stages of redemption is frenzied cutting!
The phantom knife wheel that rotated to the extreme in his hand passed sideways and diagonally in front of him, driven by his body.
The violent mechanical punch grazed the back of Mu Fan's head...
The dazzling sparks left long traces, and a harsh sound of metal cutting sounded from the ruins.