Six Hundred and Sixty-Two I Am Too Lazy to Compare

The survivors of the seven nights.

Poor fraudster.

In the bursting sparks, Fang Li and Roya transformed the most real impression of each other into short words, making the language seem to become a sharp knife, piercing each other's eardrums.

Facing the verbal attack that pierced the eardrum, both Fang Li and Luo Ya laughed it off.

Only the eyes, one extremely calm, one full of murderous intent.

In the next second, Fang Li and Roja seemed to have made an appointment, and at the same time withdrew their weapons and took a step back.

However, the retreating sole of the foot suddenly exerted force at the moment of falling, causing Fang Li and Roja's figures to rush out at the same time.

"choke!"

The sharp dagger cut across the sky like a cold arc of the moon.

"laugh!"

The ferocious knife cut through the air like the sharp claws of a beast.

"clang!"

In the sound like a bell, the deadly weapons collided together at the same time, causing sparks to explode like fireworks, illuminating the surroundings.

Taking this as a signal, fierce confrontation broke out.

Accompanied by a burst of sword light and sword shadow, countless sword lights lit up in this space, venting towards the opponent like a violent storm.

Fang Li and Roja faced each other, their gazes closely intertwined, but the weapon in their hands turned into a raging slash, slashed out at an astonishing speed, cut through the atmosphere, and collided continuously piece.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Amidst the continuous clashing sounds, sparks appear like dust scattered in the space, appearing very frequently.

That was a real storm.

Each knife light is a stream of air.

Every collision is a stir.

The storm of sword blades outlined the shadow of swords and swords that stings people's eyes between Fang Li and Roja. While slashing at each other, they danced violently,

It made the icy light of the sword sweep towards all directions like an invisible sickle weasel.

"Snapped!"

As soon as a piece of gravel fell into the shadow of the sword, it was immediately cut into pieces by thousands of slashes.

"puff!"

The surrounding ground was swept away by the light of a sickle weasel, as if a wound had been cut open, a crack was directly cut out.

Fang Li and Roja slashed each other like a raging wave, and they did it countless times in less than a second, causing the ground around the two of them to be completely covered in bruises in a few seconds. Nothing is perfect.

And the danger in it far exceeds the level seen by others.

That was a critical question that only Fang Li and Roja knew.

"laugh!"

Amidst the sharp sound of piercing through the air, the sharp dagger circled a mysterious trajectory, skimmed among countless swords, lights and swords, and flashed towards the dead disciple's neck.

There, there is a crack-like line that symbolizes the end, representing a fatal weakness.

"Clang!"

However, the sharp dagger was quickly bounced away by the hideous knife that was suddenly withdrawn.

As if he knew in advance that Fang Li would attack there, Roja sneered calmly and blocked the fatal blow.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of hostility in Roja's eyes, and the knife in his hand stabbed suddenly, and also shuttled past countless swords and swords, and went straight to Fang Li's chest.

There, there is also a crack-like line, which is clearly printed in Roja's field of vision.

"Tear up..."

In the fierce clash of sharp blades, such an insignificant tearing sound that was quickly covered up rang out.

That was the sound of the clothes in front of Fang Li being cut by a hideous knife.

I saw that Fang Li turned sideways with just the right degree, and dodged the stabbing knife with a calm face.

The blade just brushed against Fang Li's skin and cut Fang Li's clothes, causing some fabric to fall to the ground.

However, at this moment, the dagger in Fang Li's hand slashed with lightning speed.

Moreover, the speed far exceeded the previous storm-like slash.

"!"

The sudden flash of lightning speed made Roja almost unable to react for a while, and when he realized it, he quickly raised his head.

"Shua!"

Amidst the crisp sound of wind cutting, the dagger flashed in front of Roja's neck.

On the cold blade, the cold touch has already touched Roja's skin.

"Tsk!" Roja was speechless immediately, and finally stopped attacking, chopped the ground with the sole of his foot, and retreated quickly.

The flashes of swords and swords in this space did not seem to subside until this time, and gradually faded away.

Silence began to envelope the construction site.

As if nothing had happened before, all the movements faded away without a sound.

Only the cracks all over the ground told others that the storm slash just now was a real thing that happened.

However, after such a fierce battle, the appearances of the two sides are completely different.

Fang Li lowered his eyes and glanced at his torn clothes.

Roja touched his neck, touched some bright red liquid from above, felt the slight tingling sensation, and his expression became gloomy.

However, Roja soon smiled again.

"Isn't this very interesting?" Roja grinned like a snake and said, "Sure enough, compared to Tohno Shiki, your degree of completion is higher. Should you really be called a descendant of the murderer clan?"

"I found you here before Tohno Shiki, and I did the right thing." Roja pressed his head, shaking his shoulders as if feeling joy, and said with a smile: "If I kill you , that must be a great pleasure, right?"

Roja's joy was exchanged for Fang Li's completely opposite expression of indifference.

"How many times do you think I have tempered myself in order to get to where I am today?"

Fang Li raised his head and looked at Roja. His icy blue magic eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't see the emotion inside clearly, so he just said this.

"It's not like the great Death Apostle, in order to gain power, he first deceived the true ancestor's princess, and then wantonly sucked human blood, including the blood of the Death Apostle. It should take a lot of money to have the current power. Don't worry too much?"

After all, although Roja is also one of the oldest dead disciples, he became a dead disciple because of the strongest true ancestor, with the highest level of strength and potential.

But time has passed, and the rest of the dead disciples have been accumulating their own strength for a long time. Only Roja is constantly reincarnating. Coupled with the individual differences in reincarnation, the ability is also uneven. The first generation of Dead Apostles is still weak.

Therefore, Roja's strength is at least several levels lower than that of Nero's dead disciples.

However, the fighting strength that Roja just showed is extremely astonishing, and I am afraid that he can already match the first generation of himself.

Even, faintly surpassed the past.

That can only illustrate one problem.

Nero's power was plundered a lot by this guy.

"Unfortunately, it's still not popular after all."

Fang Li raised the dagger in his hand and pointed at it.

"I'm too lazy to compare with a guy like you."

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