Chapter 772 Force From Another World

The white steam around Testrom suddenly stagnated.

His sinister and crazy expression was fixed on his face, and he punched out suddenly.

The family communicator beside him was punched into powder with a strange sound.

"Your father and I have been here, come on, scumbag."

However, the dry electronic sound came from the other side of the living room again, it was a floating speaker connected to the network.

One kick was drawn out with airflow, and the floating speaker was directly kicked into pieces.

"Damn mouse, get out of here!"

There was endless killing intent in Testorm's voice, and the insulting words of the other party made his killing intent soar to the extreme.

However, he still hasn't found the real body of the voice!

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't kill it... oh, and me."

In front of Testrom, faint words came.

Mu Fan held the spliced ​​three-edged javelin with his right hand, slowly withdrew his left hand from his side pocket, and covered his face under Testrom's puzzled eyes.

When the palm was taken off, a cold, dead, 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.

hum...

There was a slight tremor, and a strange sound of air flow sounded, and a touch of green flashed in the palm of Mu Fan's right hand.

Then the three-edged javelin hung upside down under the palm of his hand as if attracted by magnetic energy, spinning into a phantom in an instant.

"It? You really have a lot of secrets...huh?"

Terstorm blinked his left eye vigorously, and then there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and then it completely turned into inconceivable.

"How did you do it and who are you!"

In the infrared imaging of his left eye, the red outline gradually dimmed until it disappeared?

That's right, Mu Fan completely disappeared from his left eye vision.

In the field of vision of his right eye, Mu Fan, whose face was as white as jade, just stood there quietly, and the three-edged javelin spinning rapidly in his hand was eerily silent at this moment.

In a completely unreasonable change, Testrom's scarlet artificial eyes stared at Mu Fan's right hand, and the palm of his hand trembled to the point of an afterimage.

The current opponent, whether from temperament or body temperature, instantly turned into extremely cold, even more like a killing machine than himself, and more like that kind of poisonous snake hidden in the dark.

Maybe...he is the real assassin?

A thought that I had never had before suddenly appeared in my mind.

Mu Fan took a light step back, his figure almost melting into the shadow.

From this moment on, Terstorm's right eye also began to lose Mu Fan's figure.

"Go to hell!"

The stagnant white air suddenly exploded again, and the whole person attacked violently!

"Fear is just an illusion..."

A soft murmur came from all around, Terstorm punched a terrifying giant hole in the wall, but the punch didn't feel like hitting an entity with half a click.

"The darkness is boiling..."

"From the shadows I descend..."

"I am... Holy Church."

The cold and flat sigh completely disappeared into the darkness.

At the same time, there was a click.

With the location of the two of them as the center of the circle, all power sources within one kilometer were cut off, and this space was completely plunged into a strange night.

In the virtual space of the Internet, there is also darkness in front of the blackened metal sphere. 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 is really getting more and more proficient in using your method, but I can only help him do this without the heart of psionic energy. By the way, Xiao Fanfan uses it so easily You Neng, I'm really curious about his race..."

Countless fine moving sounds came from all around, and at this moment, there were shadows inside and outside the house.

Suddenly, there was a slight air flow from the ear, the red light in the eyes, and Testrom punched out.

嗞啦~~

A violent spark flashed from his wrist, and under the faint light of the spark, Testrom's right eye saw the three-edged javelin spinning into a phantom knife wheel.

Then the knife wheel disappeared into the air again.

"Your body doesn't seem to be indestructible." A soft whisper came from the side, this time the voice was so close to him.

"Damn rat!"

Sigh, another streak of sparks flashed across his arm.

This punch pierced the wall, but still missed the opponent.

From the moment the opponent put on that mask, the combat style changed from a violent front-to-back attack to a light and strange assassination.

And Testrom looked at his arm in disbelief. There were two deep rolling scars on his arm, as if it had been scratched by a large cutting machine.

His hard mechanical arm was actually injured.

"Mouse, come out for me."

Looking at Testrom who was bombarding wildly not far away, Mu Fan didn't have the slightest emotion in his eyes.

In the state where the Youbai mask was superimposed with five layers of dark breath, there was nothing that could make Mu Fan's mood fluctuate. He just silently watched the figure that had fallen into madness.

Now, Mu Fan's understanding of Mo Handa's inheritance has deepened.

Hidden in the dark, only to deliver a thunderclap when revealed.

One hit kills, and then flees away.

This seems to be a more advanced combat style!

neither knows……

While Mohanda fell into the deep sleep of his soul, Mu Fan, who was walking alone, was inadvertently touching the true meaning of the church.

The villa, whose four walls were completely shattered, finally collapsed under the seemingly random and crazy bombardment.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Testrom's figure stood quietly in the ruins.

The flames that were still burning not far away finally made his vision appear in a different color.

Now he loathes that damned darkness!

The dancing flames finally made his right eye's normal optical vision see the black figure standing quietly not far away, and now the other party doesn't seem to be moving.

Finally see you.

"Now, how do you hide, you bastard!"

His face was already distorted crazily. Among the enemies he had slaughtered in the past, none of them made him hate him more than the young man in front of him.

"I didn't hide all the time, it's just that your life is about to enter the countdown, and the satellite will sweep over here in a minute, so you can die."

Mu Fan said lightly.

This demeanor was not intentional, because after turning on the dark breath and entering a state of absolute calm, his words had lost all emotion.

Torstorm didn't speak, he looked at Mu Fan with scarlet eyes, stomped his feet, and rushed over as an afterimage.

This time Mu Fan didn't dodge, didn't raise his hands to parry, but the moment the opponent stomped his heart suddenly compressed to a quarter.

Boom, boom!

When dilated again, the heart rate instantly exceeded 400 beats per minute.

The strong heart pushes the blood flow to every muscle of Mu Fan at an unprecedented speed, a huge amount of oxygen begins to be consumed by the muscles, and then it produces strength beyond the limit of the human body.

The opponent's speed that also exceeded the limit of the human body was like a cannonball.

Mu Fan stepped on the ground, leaving an afterimage when he leaned forward.

The first paragraph of the seven paragraphs of redemption - fanatical cutting!

Driven by the body, the phantom knife wheel spinning to the extreme in his hand passed across the front of him sideways.

The violent mechanical fist rubbed against the back of Mu Fan's head and blasted out...

Dazzling sparks drew long traces, and a piercing metal cutting sound resounded from the ruins everywhere.