Chapter 1617 Brilliant Assault

The faint voice, coupled with the figure walking out of the blood mist like Shura killing a god.

A total of one hundred and fourteen safari warriors were shocked on the spot.

In the huge open space, no one dared to respond.

and……

Those safari soldiers known for their ferocity took a step back in unison.

"I'm right here, don't you guys like surprise attacks..."

"Then... let's come here."

While talking softly to himself, Mu Fan took the first step towards the eyes of the hundred people with indifference.

This is followed by the second step.

The safari soldiers rushing to the front subconsciously took a step back in fear.

Finally, under this huge psychological pressure, someone couldn't bear it anymore.

With a distorted howl, a hunched safari warrior rushed out.

The huge dog-leg machete tore through the air and looked at Mu Fan heavily.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound.

Everyone's eyes widened.

I saw Mu Fan pinching the opponent's dog-leg knife with two fingers.

Wait, what's going on here!

On the other hand, the safari warrior's face was flushed red at the moment.

He obviously wanted to chop it down with all his strength, but even with all his strength, he couldn't move the blade an inch.

Crack!

Thumb and forefinger twist off the clamped blade directly.

Then, in the shocked eyes of the other party, he gave it a little forward.

puff!

The palm-length blade plunged directly into his throat.

Blood gushed out of the wound.

From the beginning to the end, Mu Fan did not stop.

After doing all this, he patted the other person's shoulder with his hand, and the two passed by.

The vitality in the man's eyes quickly disappeared, and he knelt down on the ground.

Roar!

Amid the shouts of fury, the two soldiers rushed out one from the left and the other from the right.

Two large arc angle slashes.

Cut together - [Broken Iron]!

The curved light sickle blade spins up.

Mu Fan didn't even blink his eyes, a line of blood seemed to cut through the air.

The four corpses fell to the ground heavily.

"You have one last chance to die like a true warrior."

Amidst the indifferent voice, Mu Fan was still walking forward quietly.

All the safari warriors swallowed together.

The warriors of the Baijia tribe stared at the back without blinking.

"Okay, so strong."

"Is this his true strength?"

Those Baijia people who hadn't seen Mu Fan fight up close opened their mouths at the same time.

"No, of course not."

Little Fatty Enoch squeezed to the front of the crowd and said seriously.

What!

no?

The real combat ability is...

Oh My God!

In just a moment of thought.

The safari warriors gathered in a fan shape rushed forward like mad dogs.

"That's it……"

The curved light sickle peacefully swirled around Mu Fan's side, with an emerald green death luster.

The corner of the mouth under the visor curved slightly.

The look in Mu Fan's eyes at this moment made all the enemies who pounced feel their hearts shrink heavily.

"This is!"

When he took the next step, starting from the soles of his feet, Mu Fan's whole body just...disappeared in the air.

In an instant, all his aura quietly disappeared in front of everyone.

Even with the beast-like intuition of the Baijia warriors, they couldn't detect it!

"It's gone!?"

However, the enemy is still charging.

But when the soldiers of these safari regiments had just rushed to the enemy where Mu Fan had stood before.

The change is sudden!

"Behind!"

Feeling the exclamation from the side, the four people who rushed to the front were left empty, and the somewhat distorted mentality stimulated by the huge pressure had exploded, and they turned their heads to look.

However, when their eyes just moved.

As soon as I felt my body lighten up... the moment my field of vision spun and turned back to darkness.

What's going on here?

People from both camps stammered to describe their surprise.

However, there is no suitable language to describe it at all.

No time to tidy up either.

Darkness and despair descend...

There are many enemies...

Belief is added to the body...

I……

Will go bloody.

The icy psionic energy began to rush out from the heart crazily, gathering on the skin and wriggling.

The fine hair was trembling until it became fuzzy.

In the next second, the energy braids on the back of Mu Fan's head were instantly untied, and they danced on their own as if they were alive.

A terrifying aura comparable to that of a giant king star beast rose up.

[Six Stages of Redemption - Radiant Assault]!

The four distorted figures pulled out the curved light sickle at the same time, and at this moment it turned into a stream of light and swept across the crowd.

Mu Fan's figure quietly appeared behind the four fighters at the same time.

beheaded.

After being wiped across the neck by the temperatureless psionic light blade, he didn't even realize that he was dead.

The four flying figures spun to the ground and disappeared.

Another piece of blade fell to nothing.

"Behind me!"

However, this time Mu Fan appeared beside the next four people.

Can't tell which afterimage is real and which afterimage is fake.

When the curved light sickle touched their bodies again, Mu Fan's figure disappeared again!

The four afterimages twisted, flashed, and rotated. These three simple sets of movements were carried out alternately like clouds and flowing water, without any pause.

puff--

Puff puff!

In an instant, countless blood sprayed up.

Ten people from the left, cut obliquely from the left.

Ten people from the right, cut obliquely to the right.

Front, back spin and cut horizontally.

At this moment, the line of sight is full of faint green rays of light.

Relying on Mu Fan's strong personal strength and cold murderous intent, the safari regiments rushed forward one after another.

Then these safari warriors, who were stimulated by the terrifying killing that shocked their hearts, woke up again.

He turned into a veritable meat grinder.

Where the distorted afterimage flashed, one could see the flying head at that instant.

Gudoo...

The sound of swallowing saliva was heard clearly.

Lance and others only felt that their brains were suffocated at the moment.

They watched as the two-way light blade in Mu Fan's hand stopped spinning, and the four figures instantly merged into one.

The last safari warrior stared blankly ahead.

Four intertwined lines of blood rose from his chest.

The warrior who kept raising his machete fell to the ground with no vitality.

boom!

The moment his body came into contact with the soil, he broke into several pieces.

And beside Mu Fan, there was a buzzing sound at this moment.

That is the reaction that occurs when psionic energy comes into contact with blood.

The dragon riding battle armor does not stain the body with a drop of blood.

With the mirror projection and mirror folding of psionic energy, coupled with strengthened limbs and muscles, Mu Fan finally used the sixth stage of redemption.

The agglomeration of the heart of nether energy brought him a breakthrough in the limit of martial arts.

The entire battle process took only one minute.

None of the safari soldiers who attacked, sneaked, or escaped were lost.

The raid team was wiped out.

Stealth, speed, precision, and ruthlessness.

This is the most intuitive feeling that Mu Fan's battle brought to the Baijia warriors.

The inherited combat skills from the Immortal Protoss allowed these men on the grassland to see for the first time what is called combat aesthetics.

Mysterious and powerful!

The crowd first looked at Mu Fan with admiration.

Immediately afterwards, all fiery eyes were projected on Mu Fan's armor.

That dark gold armor...

And that two-way sickle blade that flickers on and off...