Chapter 1605 The Death of Basham

The thin figure who was running didn't even dare to turn his head.

Above the stars, what did he see just now!

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 falling heavily on the ground was like a magic sound, which made him involuntarily present the extremely bloody scenes in his mind.

Then what did he see with his amazing eyesight? !

After the Wudan Spearman's guard group threw three times in a row...the group was destroyed!

All that could be heard was a faint scream that stopped abruptly.

From the beginning to the end, he did not see who the enemy was, whether it was a single person or a group of people who attacked the hill.

But what is certain is that the strength of the enemy is beyond imagination!

The enemy's methods are also weird beyond imagination!

Can't watch...can't watch.

He had a hunch that if he didn't run away quickly, he might be targeted next.

He, Basham, did not want to die... He still had many, many ambitions to realize through the Young Patriarch.

As long as he discloses the news here to Yi Zewende, it will be a great contribution.

Whoops... whoops...

His chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and Basham's brisk body moved forward in the dense grass like a vigorous night owl.

rustle……

A subtle sound came into the auricle.

At first Basham didn't pay attention, thinking it was the sound he made while running.

But just a second later, all the hairs on his body stood up!

No, it wasn't his 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 intently, you will never notice it.

But Basham made a decision at this moment, twisted his waist, and suddenly jumped out to the left.

【Running to evade】.

This abrupt change of direction was even more flexible than that of a leopard.

Basham at this moment is not at all as strong as he was in the Baijia tribe.

Just looking at the means of escape, it is impossible to believe that he just caught the punch of Isaiah, the patriarch of the Baijia tribe.

The strength he once displayed in the tribal patriarch's tent is gone now.

"Just leave like this... without saying goodbye?"

With a bang, Basham thrust his right foot into the soil and stopped abruptly, looking forward with a face full of horror.

Five meters in front of him, a figure facing him had his right arm crossed.

That action was completely waiting for himself.

Excellent night vision allowed him to see the exquisite dark gold patterns on the opponent's armor.

The complicated pattern that contained some kind of violent beauty must be some kind of ancient totem.

Like night pearls, the joint gemstones that constantly puff out the green luster magnify this sense of mystery infinitely.

Under the cold visor, only a pair of emotionless cold eyes were exposed.

At this moment, the words that seemed to be teasing and mocking came from the opponent's visor.

【I... didn't realize how the other party appeared. 】

As he kept chewing on this thought in his heart, Basham's face became more and more ugly.

The concealment of the opponent's movements even surpassed those wildcat-like Udan spearmen.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

"I'm on my way, do you have to embarrass me?"

Suddenly, Basham spoke suddenly.

Mu Fan's eyelids finally moved... Slightly narrowed.

Basham clenched and loosened his left hand behind his back. His whole body was tense, but he didn't notice the other party violently attacking him.

This is a fairly good signal.

At least the other party didn't intend to kill him.

He is now in a fierce battle between heaven and man.

One is to evaluate the opponent's strength, and to constantly speculate on the outcome of the fight between the two.

The second is planning an escape route.

Basham's eyes fixed on Mu Fan's eyes, but the peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes kept bringing the surrounding scenes into his field of vision.

The eyes of falcons are naturally stronger than other creatures.

"You're the only one left in the team."

As soon as Mu Fan opened his mouth, Basham was startled and ready to attack.

But his mustache hopped and hopped, but he resisted the urge to strike.

"I don't know what you're talking about! If you don't get out of the way, I'll shoot!" Basham said in a stern voice, and at the same time his left hand took out a bone scimitar with a blood groove on the back of his waist.

From confrontation to speaking, Basham's movements were consistent and smooth.

Or rather, that's what he was going to do.

Everything is paving the way for the final attack.

Mu Fan blinked, and looked at Basham calmly. The suddenly quiet air made the hairs on Basham's arms stand up uncontrollably.

"What, you want to do..."

"Oh." Mu Fan casually interrupted Basham's words, and then seemed to listen to the movement around him. "So, you're the last one."

what last one

Are you frankly listening to me?

What does this nonsense mean.

However, Mu Fan didn't explain more to him.

In an instant, Basham felt the hair on the back of his head explode.

At this moment, he even smelled the breath of death.

No, the other party is ready to shoot!

Basham suddenly swiped the bone scimitar out of his left hand forward.

It moves like a rabbit, and is as fast as thunder.

This is the best word to describe Basham at the moment. Back then, Isaiah did not expect that Basham's thin body contained such amazing explosive power.

The white bone scimitar cut through the air without making any sound, but a faint wave of air could be seen spreading with the naked eye.

The fighters on this planet possess strength far beyond that of the warriors of the Galaxy Federation.

The moment the knife was drawn, the curved blade was already in front of his eyes.

I can kill him...

The moment this thought just surfaced, Mu Fan moved.

Mu Fan's eyelids lifted again.

Then, under Basham's horrified eyes, the roadblocker in front of him twisted and disappeared into the air.

Whoosh!

The scimitar got his wish and crossed the front, but it was empty.

Basham's eyes widened.

He anticipated all the scenes, and even imagined that the other party broke his arm with a stick.

But he never expected this to be the case.

What about the enemy?

left! ?

Basham suddenly turned his head to look.

No……

Right! ?

nor……

Could it be...

creak.

Suddenly there was a clear cracking sound.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain spread to the brain.

Basham looked forward in horror.

I saw a hand wrapped in dark gold armor grasping my wrist.

A figure stood clearly in front of him.

Obviously he just cut across the front of Luokong... At this moment, another person appeared...

He wanted to ask questions, but the piercing pain made him grin and howl in pain: "———ah!"

Mu Fan's five fingers were like knives, and he grasped it fiercely.

The bones pierced the skin, and the blood burst in the palm.

Basham's left wrist was crushed in an instant!