Chapter 253 Those Who Step Into This Circle, Die!

These ten mosquitoes were scattered around before. When Zhou Fei appeared, Wang Baole immediately analyzed that the gap between the two was not small. Although it is not impossible to kill each other, the probability is too low.

So his plan is to kill him if he can, and if he can't kill him, he will drive this person away!

It is precisely based on this kind of thinking that he did not let the mosquitoes attack, but first took a large number of magic weapons to confuse his sight, and then cut down the magic soldiers by surprise, and even recited the Dao scriptures in his heart to shock and assist himself at the same time to complete this lore one strike!

At the same time, he also thought about the remedy after the failure, that is... these mosquitoes! !

It can be said that after experiencing the Chiyun Rainforest, the tide of beasts and the Kelun Basin, Wang Baole's ruthlessness and calculations have increased day by day. At this moment, even in order to let the mosquito succeed, Wang Baole forcibly gritted his teeth and retreated rapidly to disperse Zhou Fei's attack. attention.

The moment Zhou Fei raised his head to look at him, the ten mosquitoes approached in an instant, and a stern roar suddenly came from Zhou Fei's mouth again, his body swelled up visible to the naked eye, a sharp pain and The indescribable itching made him go crazy, and amidst the roar of his body, a wave of air broke out, and his foundation building cultivation level spread across the board.

It directly shattered all nine mosquitoes, but the gray mosquito was weird, and still rushed in, biting his arm hard, and it was suddenly covered in blue, which made Zhou Fei's complexion change drastically, his body Backed up violently, spewing blood directly, wrapping the gray mosquito that was trying to penetrate into the body, smashing it with all its strength!

Seeing Zhou Fei who was retreating rapidly, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and didn't go after him. He noticed that in the scabbard inside his body, except for the gray mosquito, the other mosquitoes were immediately revived. Although the gray mosquito didn't revive immediately, it was obviously accumulating, as if for a while. After time, it can also reappear.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went straight to the depths of the jungle.

This battle let him know the gap between himself and Foundation Establishment. Although this was not the first time he fought against Foundation Establishment, it was the most intuitive one. After all, it was he, Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan who fought against each other at the beginning. The big tree that builds the foundation of Dzogchen.

And between each other, there is actually no such fighting as with Zhou Fei.

He understood that it was not impossible for him to win, but the strength of this magic weapon could not be manipulated and mastered by real breath. It was relying on the foundation building body to forcibly deploy the magic weapon. Although all the calculations were effective, they were still a little bit worse after all. They couldn't kill Zhou Fei, and their own backlash was not small.

If it is used more than three times, I am afraid that I will collapse without the enemy taking action.

"If you want to kill him, unless you are seriously injured and on the verge of death..." Wang Baole pondered in silence, then quickly took out the elixir and swallowed it. Regrettably, his figure disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

Behind him, in the jungle, Zhou Fei was retreating. His face was pale. When he realized that Wang Baole hadn't come to pursue him, he gritted his teeth. Although he was seriously injured, the retreat just now was intentional. The purpose was to attract Wang Baole to chase him, so that Jedi fight back.

Even how to make a move, he deduced it in his mind when he stepped back, but Wang Baole didn't come.

"Cunning bastard!!" Zhou Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, adjusted his breathing, raised his hand to touch the wound on his forehead, and looked at the blue color of his right arm while his heart was palpitating.

This blue color seemed to be extremely poisonous. Although it was suppressed by his cultivation, it could not be dispelled. Even his arms were numb and cold at this moment, which made him even more frightened.

Thinking that in the mid-stage of his dignified foundation building, he was actually facing a monk who was so embarrassing and hadn't even succeeded in killing him. This made him annoyed and aggrieved, but soon, his eyes revealed unprecedented Greed, and even breathing became extremely short.

"He actually has magic weapons!!!" Zhou Fei became more and more excited when he thought of the battle just now. He knew the preciousness of magic weapons too well. He has longed for it for many years, but the value of the French soldier is too high, he simply can't afford it, and can't get it.

But now... in the hands of a cultivator who has completed his true breath, a magic weapon has appeared. For him, after the heart palpitations, his surprise and excitement are beyond description.

Especially since he had just personally felt the power of the magic weapon, his greed became stronger when he thought of the terrifying feeling. In his opinion, this must be caused by the power of the magic weapon.

"This is at least an eighth-rank magic soldier!!!"

"This is mine now!!" Zhou Fei's eyes showed excitement. At the beginning, he chased and killed Wang Baole just because of the mission, in order to silence him. But now, his purpose has changed, and the silence is just a way. His real idea is to kill someone. Finally, take away Wang Baole's French soldiers.

Thinking that if he had that magic weapon, he could even fight the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen to a certain extent, which made him even more excited, but the numbness and coldness in the blue area of ​​his right hand, and the bloodstain between his eyebrows, Let him know that Wang Baole is extremely difficult to deal with, so he narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand immediately, took out a ball, crushed it, and immediately a black smoke billowed into the air.

Not long after, in the forest around him, there were one after another figures whistling over, they were the remaining eleven or twelve real breath Dzogchen monks of the fifth generation celestial clan.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately saw Zhou Fei's embarrassment, and they were all startled, but they didn't dare to ask more questions.

"Wang Baole is seriously injured. If you chase after him, whoever can kill this person, I will take credit for him and give him 20 fragments to directly build the foundation!" Zhou Fei spoke slowly, and when everyone heard it, they suddenly became short of breath and blushed. , One by one immediately responded, and followed Zhou Fei in the direction pointed.

Zhou Fei followed behind, looking at the dozen or so monks in front, with a hint of indifference and contempt deep in his eyes.

In his opinion, the only function of these people is to consume Wang Baole. It would be even better if Wang Baole could be forced to use magic weapons again.

With them to consume, I can kill Wang Baole more smoothly here, so as to obtain magic soldiers. If some of these people are not dead in the end and know that they have obtained magic weapons, then the big deal is to silence them and plant them on Wang Baole's head , seamlessly.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fei's eyes became more excited and greedy, and together with the others, he gradually disappeared into the distant jungle.

In the jungle at this moment, Wang Baole was breathing heavily and was seriously injured. The most important injury was the backlash from the French soldiers. In fact, if it weren't for the 100% spiritual veins in his body, and the compression method given by the young lady, it would be beyond the ordinary. There are too many great perfections, otherwise, his backlash at this moment will be even more serious.

Fortunately, he has a better understanding of the mist than others. In the direction of Wang Baole's exploration and progress, the fog gradually increased from a trace, but at this moment, from the perspective of mosquitoes that he spread out, he saw Arriving at the figures of the real breath Dzogchen of the fifth celestial clan.

"The ghost stays alive!" Wang Baole frowned, ignored it, and accelerated his gallop until he reached the center of the area where the misty fog was about to breed. , took out the seventh-rank French soldier sword, and with one swing, drew a circle in an area of ​​fifty feet around!

Then he stood there leaning on the dharma soldiers, motionless, and looked coldly at the distant jungle. Soon, figures roared out and surrounded Wang Baole.

"Those who step into this circle will die!" Looking coldly at the surrounding people, Wang Baole picked up the French soldier's saber, pointing the tip of the saber obliquely at the ground, and said lightly.

At this moment, although his body was slightly round, there was a strong evil spirit, which erupted suddenly, and a black storm surrounded him, covering the rapidly forming fog here. At the same time, in this black storm, the huge The crocodile is also looming, ferocious and ferocious.

The imposing manner was shocking, murderous intent filled the air, and the meaning of coldness spread along with these words, and even felt by everyone, it made the surrounding temperature seem to drop a lot.

Combined with the blood-stained clothes on Wang Baole's body and his cold eyes, his words seemed to have some kind of amazing power, and all the monks around who heard it were shocked, as if... this was from the god of death warn! !

Gradually, the sound of heavy breathing came from the mouths of the surrounding monks. They were all cautious and did not step forward immediately. In fact, the circle and the people in the circle shocked them, and they were not stupid. To them, a person who can fight Zhou Fei without dying is a weak person!

So... In the jungle, whether it was Wang Baole in the circle or everyone outside the circle, they gradually fell silent, making this place, except for breathing, silent!