Humanity can only be seen at the critical moment of life and death. Everyone's choices are different in desperate situations. Although Zhao Yu always wanted to let Chen Fan die, when the critical moment came, she did not give up using her powers and still endured the exhaustion.
The unbearable body reinforced this retreat route.
However, Lin Xi and others, who had been upright and righteous before and complained about Chen Fan's selfishness and indifference whenever they had the opportunity, ran relatively quickly. She, Wang Feng and others all ran behind the fire network led by Zhou Tao, staring at the center of the miasma with almost dull expressions.
Zhao Yu is still struggling to support himself.
Xia Meng screamed in panic, "Oh my god, that woman is still persisting. Can she bear such horrific consumption?"
Wang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "You have to endure it even if you can't bear it. If Zhao Yu chooses to stop at this time, this passage will be gone, and Chen Fan will most likely be left in the miasma!"
Xia Meng was silent. Until this moment, she finally understood why Chen Fan was so cold to her and so dismissive. What Chen Fan really needed was someone who could rely on each other in battle, not someone who only knew how to show off.
At the critical moment, it will be useless and will become a cumbersome vase.
She, Xia Meng, is indeed not ordinary good-looking, but this kind of good looks cannot be used as food. On the contrary, Zhao Yu, who usually refers to a "stinky man", has the courage to stay at such a critical moment and desperately save Chen Fan.
Reinforcing the only retreat route, and comparing the two, the gap will naturally appear.
For the first time in Xia Meng's life, she felt that she had lost, and she had lost so completely that her body was completely broken. If a man as strong as Chen Fan wanted a woman, what kind of woman could he not get? Perhaps only a woman like Zhao Yu could.
It deserves him.
Xia Meng's heart was full of bitterness, and even her eyes became gray and colorless.
What's interesting is that this is not the case. All this is just Xia Meng's wishful thinking.
Zhao Yu really cannot live without Chen Fan, but that is just because she lacks a person to lead the way. If Chen Fan is lost, the mission will completely fail, and everyone will even be left in the Death Canyon to wait for the horrific and bloody killings. Even she, Zhao Yu,
Jade is no exception.
So Zhao Yu had to stay there and take care of it. There was no other way. As for the so-called relationship between men and women, to be honest, there really was no relationship between Zhao Yu and Chen Fan. Chen Fan would not let himself fall in love with a woman, and neither did Zhao Yu.
She will not be easily tamed by a man. At least for now, the two are still in a relationship of mutual use.
At this time, Zhao Yu, who was at the center of all eyes, was also engaged in psychological activities, "Is this bastard dead? My aunt really can't hold on any longer!"
The more powerful the power, the more energy it consumes. Zhao Yu's face has become as white as frost. The overdraft of a lot of energy has made her limbs weak and tired, and she can hardly maintain a standing posture, and her face is full of beans.
There were drops of sweat, and the originally pretty and charming face looked a little ferocious.
As for Chen Fan, he was not idle after rushing into the miasma. He was searching for possible survivors as quickly as possible. Zhao Yu's superpower can only cover about twenty meters. Once out of this range, the poisonous gas will
It cannot be blown away, so most of the remaining humans are in a state of poisoning.
Of course, not all people who are poisoned will die soon. Everything depends on the person's degree of evolution and physical fitness. Therefore, Chen Fan tries his best to find targets that still have room for rescue. Once he finds these people who have fallen to the ground and are wailing,
If humans still have hope of salvation, they will immediately leave them behind.
After being freed from the poisonous miasma, these people would roll and crawl towards the large army. Even if some of their limbs would rot away, they would crawl with difficulty under the tenacious will to survive.
Chen Fan found a total of a dozen people lying on the ground, and more than half of them could not be saved. Although these people were still screaming and begging Chen Fan to help him, Chen Fan turned a deaf ear and acted as if nothing had happened.
see.
Even if he wants to save people, Chen Fan will only save those who are highly evolved and have hope of survival. As for those guys who are rotten all over and even their intestines are rotting out, Chen Fan can do nothing. He can only cut them one by one and let them die as soon as possible.
Get free from pleasure.
Chen Fan kept swinging the knife, but Zhou Xu kept stopping him from swinging the knife, "You madman, it turns out that you didn't rush in to save others, how could you attack your own people."
Chen Fan's reply always only has a few simple words, "This person can't be saved...", or "There is still hope for this person..." For those who can't be saved, Chen Fan will quickly use his knife to give them a good blow.
As for those who can be saved, Chen Fan will kindly give them a kick and kick them towards Zhao Yu.
As for whether this person could get up after being kicked and use his strength to roll over to Zhao Yu, this was not a question that Chen Fan needed to consider.
His indifferent attitude aroused Zhou Xu's extreme anger, "Stop it, you lunatic!"
After shouting this, Zhou Xu immediately rushed behind Chen Fan to stop him from continuing to kill people with his sword, but Chen Fan didn't even look at it, and suddenly slashed with the long sword, and the streamlined arc of the sword jumped in the air, attacking.
The enemy must be rescued.
Zhou Xu tried at least five or six times, but every time he was forced back by Chen Fan with a long knife. His all-out attack was not as powerful as Chen Fan's aura when he casually waved the knife. This feeling of being suppressed everywhere
It doesn't feel good.
"Madman, you are a madman..." After all, Zhou Xu is too young. He is in his early twenties and is full of the blood of young people. He wants to stop this madman from continuing to kill, so he releases his superpower, fist
It began to expand, and dots of sparks actually jumped out of the surface of the fist. The sparks were placed, filling the air with a scorching fireball, and a ferocious wolf head shape emerged.
This is the superpower Zhou Xu gained after evolving, the ability to control fire.
Of course, now he has only initially mastered this superpower, and is not yet able to use flames to create various forms. He can only cover his fists with flames to greatly increase the attack power of his fists.
I have to say that this is a good idea to point out the Arrancar. When he concentrates all his power on his fist, the power naturally increases a lot. So when Zhou Xu rushed towards Chen Fan again with a roar, the wind of his fist was mixed with
The intense energy actually made Chen Fan feel a sense of oppression.
Chen Fan had no choice but to stop and waved his hand with his backhand. The jumping arc of the sword slashed out a stream of lightning in the air, striking a blow with Zhou Xu's ferocious wolf-headed fire fist.
boom!
The compelling sword light erupted with a "buzzing" tremor. The long sword carried an infinite killing momentum and quickly split the flaming wolf head formed in the fist wind into two halves. The blade continued to approach, striking the surface of Zhou Xu's fist.
The slash actually erupted with a loud roar of metal collision.
The two sides were about to stop at the touch of a button. Chen Fan retracted his long sword like a slick fluid and jumped away slightly. Zhou Xu only felt his fists numb. The fire fist that he had finally gathered was extinguished by him with one strike, and the flames disappeared.
At that moment, a subtle blood mark appeared on Zhou Xu's fist, and a numbing pain spread throughout his body, allowing Zhou Xu to fully feel the coldness and terror of the knife. (To be continued)