The Final Evolutionary Quest! The Origin of the Black Pearl! Chapter 109: One Eighth of the Combat Power!

.Facing Fang Senyan, the enemy who had painstakingly planned to deal with him... Lord Fok didn't say anything at all. At this time, words were completely nonsense. His eyes flashed like ghost fire. Fang Senyan's hand holding the sword suddenly condensed with a cold chill, and the chill went straight to his heart. ( Update the latest chapter of this book)..

Fang Senyan had reached the point where the dagger was exposed at this time, so he didn't hesitate at this time and pulled it out with his backhand. West, aimed at Lord Fok and cut it on the head! Lord Fok backhanded the blade horizontally, and the two weapons crossed and slashed in the air, splashing a little bit of cold and blue starlight.

The two of them roared from their throats at the same time, exerted force at the same time, and pressed forward together! The black air around Lord Fok's body condensed like a substance, surging and rolling. The faces of the two people were less than 20 centimeters apart, but there were two extremely sharp weapons between them. The eyes of both sides seemed to want to disembowel the enemy and dig out his heart and lungs!

Sheyan groaned, exerted his strength, and pushed Lord Fok back half a step. It can be seen that the armor on Lord Fok's shoulder that was cut by Sivaler before, bursts of purple-black rotten gas came out, like blood flowing out, and fell on the ground like sulfuric acid, sizzling! A squeaking white smell was extremely unpleasant.

At this time, the distance between the two was still only half a meter. The strong rotten smell on Lord Fok's body rushed towards him, but he could not help but show his decline. At this time, he fell into Sheyan's calculations and was indeed in the weakest state: he first teleported with Momoer across the distance of space, which would consume half of his black magic limit, so it would be difficult to release the big move. This was the first bad news.

Leaving his nest to fight in a different place, his strength would be reduced by half compared to his heyday. This was the second bad news.

Then his mount Momoer was trapped by the undead pirates on the black pearl... The knight's strength would naturally not be much better without a mount... The strength would not be reduced by half again!

Then he started killing people all the way while chasing Fang Senyan! Although the souls of the people killed by Lord Fok will be converted into his power, the conversion also requires a process, just like when people drink nutrients, they will not take effect immediately, at least they have to be digested and absorbed by the stomach, large intestine, and intestines.

Those dead souls will not be converted into Lord Fok's combat power until three days later, but the black magic power and energy he consumed in the killing process cannot be replenished in a short time!

What's more, he was severely injured by Xiwale in this process! This made his strength drop by half again!

In other words, Lord Fok, who fell into Fang Senyan's calculations at this time, has only half the strength of his normal state by half and half! And among the remaining one-eighth of his strength, Fang Senyan is almost immune to Lord Fok's most powerful disease and cold effects! So Fang Senyan has the confidence to dare to challenge him alone!

By the way, it can be imagined that the strength of Focke in his prime was indeed enough to reach the abnormal strength of resisting a legendary warship alone in a hand-to-hand fight! (Of course, the Black Pearl is an exception)

"This damn... ant!" Focke's cold eyes were fixed on the weird skeleton in front of him, feeling the weakness coming from deep in his body, and his increasingly heavy breathing. He felt an absurd feeling in his heart: Could it be that he, who had abandoned his title, money, and beauty in exchange for infinite power, had been dominating the world for more than ten years, and had not died at the hands of those powerful legendary figures and sacred sacrifices, but was buried at the hands of this dead ant-like figure?

After this thought came out, Lord Focke's cold eyes also became empty in an instant! Then there was a shrill flash like a ghost fire!

He tilted his head, and Fang Senyan's cold long sword slashed on the wound that Xiwale had cut earlier. The foul purple-black liquid spurted out violently, pouring all over Fang Senyan. At the same time, an extremely cold vortex formed on Lord Fok's right hand, and then it was aimed at Fang Senyan and pushed out!

At this moment, the indescribable low temperature enveloped Fang Senyan's whole body. It felt as if the cold and pale cheeks of thousands of dead people were tightly pressed against his skin in an instant, and the dead's death was greedily absorbing the temperature of all life.

The cold wind hit!!!

The crackling sound of the ice layer shattered violently on Fang Senyan's body surface! Lord Fok suddenly raised the ice blade rune sword in his hand at this time, and slashed from top to bottom!

With a "whistle", an extremely cold ice cone arrow shot out from the tip of the rune sword!

Sheyan barely managed to block the arrow with his blade, and 107 West collided with the ice blade arrow in the air, exploding and shattering, leaving deep marks on the surface of his skull.

Sheyan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lord Fudong open his mouth and a ball of swirling phosphorous fire flew out of his mouth and rushed towards him.

Sheyan's resistance to disease and coldness was very high at this time, but his resistance to fire was normal. He was startled and could only catch it in time.

At this time, the moon disappeared into the clouds again, and Sheyan returned to his human form. You could see that the slender scale fire sprayed by Lord Fokker was squeezed in the palm of his hand, then squeezed and twisted. Because It was stained with fresh flesh and burned brightly! The skin and flesh of his one hand made a "sizzling" sound, as if it were an unwilling and unruly snake, still struggling.

Lord Fokker became strict at this time, and was no longer the essence of a son-in-law knight. His sword was more like a wand, often based on various weird black magic. The difference from the magician is that this guy also wears an extremely heavy plate armor and has a very strange and evil mount!

Sheyan was about to squeeze out the phosphorus fire, but Lord Fokker punched his shoulder wound with a backhand. A large ball of jet black and purple liquid spurted out and poured on the phosphorus fire.

I saw that the phosphorus fire that was about to be extinguished immediately started to swell with heat again, and twisted and painful faces appeared on it, howling in pain. Although the location of the decisive battle between the two was on the top of the cliff, the howling was The screams were mixed together, and they actually produced echoes that collided with each other in the closed space. It was shrill and terrifying, just like the wails of ghosts and gods!

The sharp force was so fierce that it even ignited Fang Senyan's skin and flesh. The liquid dropped drop by drop. After falling to the ground, a large area of ​​green and black ghost flames suddenly burst into flames, and even the hard rock was burned. "La" sound.

Faced with such an attack that was impossible to defend against, the tragic and bloody feeling rose up in Sheyan's heart again. The continuous burns triggered the passive ability on the armor, and his brave and unruly temperament It stirred out from the depths of the soul again, and actually shouted, not retreating but advancing! With blazing flames, he drew his sword and slashed at Lord Fokker!

At this time, Lord Fokke's disadvantage of losing his mount was revealed. After he cast the spell, there would be a period of casting delay. Therefore, there was no way to dodge. The angry Sheyan violently waved the long knife to attack each other, exchanging injuries for injuries!

Dark blue light flashed continuously, and the harsh sound of chopping meat and bones kept ringing! What's even weirder is that as Sheyan's last slash of the knife was swung down, the gloves he was wearing suddenly flashed with silver light, and you could see that the moist water vapor from all around gathered crazily, forming a huge blue bubble. Lord Fokker was wrapped in it, and it was difficult for him to move even half a step inside!

This is the passive ability of Sheyan’s newly acquired equipment “Deformed Thick Scales”: Tidal Impact! Once wrapped in this blister, if the blister is not broken, the guy who is hit will continue to fall into a state of 80% movement deceleration!

Lord Fokker did not expect that such a situation would occur. He hesitated for a moment and then stabbed Sheyan forcefully! This knife produced two critical hits! There was a crisp click on Fokker's shoulder, half of the plate armor's shoulder leaf flew out, and his entire arm drooped. Purple-black gas surged out wildly, turning into faces of liberated victims in the air, escaping crazily. It seems that Lord Fokker has sealed countless painful death souls in his body, and the power of his magic comes from this!

Sheyan did not hesitate at this time and raised his sword again. There was a golden light flashing on the mouth of West. Odin's divine power was on it, and the damage to Lord Fokker was also particularly great. Then Sheyan slashed it with all his strength. !

This knife completely cut off the injured arm of Lord Fokker, flew high, and fell to the ground with a clatter in a parabola. But at this moment, a cold light flashed in Lord Fokker's other hand, and a long ice spear suddenly formed! Looking at the specifications and format of the ice gun, it is clear that it is the required weapon of medieval knights, the knight's lance!

Sheyan didn't know that before Lord Fokker fell, he even made it to the top three in the knight selection of the British Peninsula that year!

Then Lord Fokke violently threw the spear in his hand, the ice spear!

The cold lightning flashed through Sheyan's chest. Suddenly, his entire left half of his body became numb! Even the blood spurting out from the wound on his back condensed into strings of bright red ice flakes in the air!

The ice gun was still powerful, dragging Sheyan five or six meters out, and then nailed it to the rock behind...