Chapter 503 Fusion and Death
The combination of Tyrant and Fang Xingjian means that Tyrant, with its special body structure, directly imitates the Tianyuan Doomsday Armor, and sticks directly to Fang Xingjian's body like armor.
It seems that there is no difference, but Tyrant has devoured the body of the double perfect demigod. After being integrated into Fang Xingjian's body, it directly allows Fang Xingjian to extract the power of the 1440 special seeds.
With this fit, Fang Xingjian felt endless power surge out from the void, and the energy and blood in his body rushed like the Yangtze River.
At this moment, Fang Xingjian felt that his physical strength seemed to have increased tenfold and a hundredfold at once, and endless strength emerged from the special seeds in his flesh, which made him feel extremely happy.
With a slight step under his feet, waves of air were generated in the air. He had already flown out for a distance of ten kilometers. When he stepped out again, with the sound of thunder piercing through the air, he had already arrived. Thousands of meters in the sky.
"Sure enough, after you and I merged, my physical strength increased crazily, and it was even higher than the ordinary double perfect demigod."
"Physical strength has been greatly improved, and with my original swordsmanship, my combat effectiveness on Earth is also stronger."
"But... I still need to be stronger."
Thinking of this time's opponent, Fang Xingjian's heart ignited a surge of negative emotions. In this battle, no matter what kind of tricks or arrangements the opponent uses, he will not allow himself to fail.
At this moment, Tyrant who was close to him said, "Okay, let's break the fit first."
"Huh?" Fang Xingjian said, "Shouldn't you get used to it?"
"What a ghost to get used to." Tyrant said angrily, "Try to be with a man with all your flesh on your body, no, I'm going to throw up..."
"Huh? Where are you vomiting in this state?"
"I don't know, but I feel like I can't help it."
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In the sky, Fang Xingjian looked at the ground under his feet, and fell into deep contemplation. He was condensing the seeds of expertise all the time, and he was constantly tempering his martial arts will.
But if you want to improve your combat effectiveness in the next month, it's too late to use ordinary methods.
At this moment, Fang Xingjian's eyes suddenly flickered slightly, and he looked at a street dozens of kilometers away.
On the street, dozens of desperadoes with machetes cornered a young man.
The leader with a beard shouted: "Boy, do you know who is covering this street and dares to spoil our good deeds? If you don't take your arm today, we will never hang out on this street in the future."
The young man said angrily: "A group of thieves stealing things, who can't take care of them? You better think clearly, stealing things is nothing but criminal detention, if you dare to hack me today, all of you will go to jail!"
"Oh, boy, you are crazy."
"Cut him! Let's see if he dares to be so crazy."
"If you want him to have a hand, he will know that he is afraid."
In an instant, more than a dozen people rushed forward, under the chaos of knives, the young man barely resisted a few times, already covered in blood, the next moment a machete fell towards his face, obviously trying to kill him all.
Facing the knife that fell on his face, the young man's mind suddenly went blank, and an unprecedented fear filled his brain, making his body paralyzed, his muscles twitching, and the blood all over his body flowing down at high speed.
But the next moment, the long knife broke, and Fang Xingjian was already standing in front of him.
None of the people present could clearly see how Fang Xingjian appeared in front of them, and it was even more impossible for these low-level people to know who Fang Xingjian was.
The bearded man wondered, "Who are you? You want to cover this kid?"
Fang Xingjian didn't look at him, but turned to look at the boy, feeling the terror in his heart.
"This is the fear between life and death, and it may be the greatest fear of human beings."
Seeing Fang Xingjian's appearance, the bearded man sneered and said, "Here comes another pretender, brothers hack him to death!"
But at the next moment, a cold sword intent swept across, and the sound of machetes falling to the ground continued, and all the sword hands turned into vegetative people and fell to the ground.
The bearded man screamed as if he had encountered a ghost, and fell to his knees with a bang. He didn't know that he had met an expert: "Big...big...my lord, please spare my life."
But when he looked up, there was no trace of Fang Xingjian, and then he felt a pain in his chest. He didn't know when there was a big hole in his chest, and blood was rushing out like running water.
Feeling the fear before the death of the bearded man, Fang Xingjian felt a kind of enlightenment in his heart.
'If I want to further temper my martial arts will, I am afraid that I can only rely on the fear between life and death. '
What is the scariest thing in the world? Different people may have different opinions, but the most common answer is probably death.
That is the instinct of living beings, the instinct of human beings, the thing that everyone is least willing to face, but they can't help it.
In the next month, Fang Xingjian started various attempts with only one purpose, to approach death, to force his own potential with the threat of death, to further hone his will, and to use his fifth sword of God Slaying Completely done.
At the beginning, he put himself in danger. He fell from a height of 100,000 meters and directly smashed a big hole.
He went deep into the trench tens of thousands of meters deep by himself, and honed his swordsmanship in the face of terrifying water pressure in the extremely dark deep sea.
He jumped into the volcanic magma, went deep into the ground, and watched the rock formation swallow him little by little, squeeze himself.
He soaked himself in liquid nitrogen, felt his body temperature drop a little bit, and his heartbeat became slower and slower.
He didn't call anyone to help him, because that would lose the test of death threats.
After that, the various forces on the earth could no longer make him feel the danger, so he changed his way.
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He wandered on the battlefield, watching the bullets, and the shells took one life after another.
"Who are you!" A soldier shouted at Fang Xingjian who was walking like a ghost in the battlefield: "Stop, don't move!"
But the next moment, Fang Xingjian had disappeared before his eyes, just like a real ghost.
When he came to the slum, he looked at the numb and desperate eyes, and saw the emaciated figures lying on the hospital bed, facing death calmly.
An old man stared dumbfounded at the sudden Fang Xingjian in front of him, seeing the opponent floating slightly on the ground, with a trace of sword light wrapping around him like wings on his back, he couldn't help asking: "Are you an angel?"
Seeing the old man's last smile, Fang Xingjian dissipated into the air.
Witness death, witness death, watch death.
In the last few days, Fang Xingjian's body became more and more dead. He looked like a ghost from the underworld. He came to one hospital after another, watching life continue to die every day.
Anger, despair, fear, flatness, numbness, and death, everyone showed a different attitude.
Until the last day before the appointment time, Fang Xingjian came to a dilapidated hospital, found an empty hospital bed and lay down on it.
In the past month, he has tried a lot, seen a lot, experienced a lot, and even has a special understanding of death.
But it was still a little bit off.
Fang Xingjian knew that it was time to go one step further.
Entering the hospital, no one seemed to be able to see him, let alone ask him why he was lying on the hospital bed.
Fang Xingjian just lay on the hospital bed, and slowly closed his eyes.
This time, he had to face death himself.
At the moment when he closed his eyes, his breathing became weaker and weaker, his heart beat slower and slower, and finally his whole body seemed to have completely lost his breath and turned into a cold stone.