Chapter 1756 Bitter Fruit (Forty-Five)

So far, I have encountered countless evil forces, but this is indeed a rare case.

Fu Qian is still confident in his perception. Although this negative effect is not exactly the same as the color loss, there are indeed some similarities in the core.

After a series of operations, the mysterious opponent finally climbed up the rank, and the result was such an authority?

There is no doubt that it is a special danger to myself, but it is also a surprise to a certain extent. The origin of this night butcher is becoming more and more curious.

Is there any special meaning behind this name?

In addition, this color loss effect feels more like a special attack against myself.

After all, according to Dorian's description, this knife seems to be born only for abuse. When slaughtering the natives, the process is far from so refreshing.

Although the final result is clean, without any traces.

But in the final analysis, the white-faced man in front of him is essentially similar to the real projection of it in this dream.

Even if Dorian works hard to strengthen it, it should only be close, and it will not be stronger than its original body.

I couldn't stand the loss of color after a few knives, it's hard to imagine that the aborigines could be abused for so long.

Of course, it would be best if I could answer these questions myself.

"What's your name?"

With a gentle tone, facing the white-faced man who was looking at me again, Fu Qian smiled and greeted him again as he did last time.

Dang!

Unfortunately, even though his rank was different now, the other party still chose the same response as last time and attacked directly.

This knife was even more ruthless in comparison, and he was ready to cut Fu Qian in half.

However, it might be sudden, but Fu Qian, who was used to seeing all kinds of mentally ill characters, would not really let down his guard, and this knife was successfully knocked away again.

Although after two consecutive times, the blood vessels and bones under the skin of his right hand were clearly visible.

...

Bang!

I thought that I didn't like to communicate before because the projection was too unstable.

Now it seems that the mental state of the main body is worrying.

Without looking down, Fu Qian can know the situation of his right hand.

While he casually returned a shot and silently calculated how many more blows he could take, his biggest concern was still the safety of his opponent.

This time, Dorian undoubtedly put in all his strength, and believed that he had done his best within his ability.

The effect was also amazing, unlike other "Hims" who were high in rank but not complete in essence, and only showed a trace of authority.

The thing standing in front of him gave people the feeling that it was almost a real first-level, responding to this call.

It was a pity that all he could feel from the white-faced man was the naked killing beast, and it seemed that he couldn't talk to him for a few more words.

But this information was not completely meaningless.

First of all, a first-level who lost his mind, wandered in a special dark night, and indulged in killing, could be said to have weakened the possibility of it happening in reality again.

Secondly, the probability that such a character would deliberately avoid him was even smaller.

In the two healing dreams, he was merciless when he chopped himself, which proved this to a certain extent.

But he had been swaggering in the night before, but he never encountered it...

Dang! Bang!

He slapped away another knife, and after dodging the previous shot easily, he returned another shot. At the same time, Fu Qian disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he had retreated a distance.

Unfortunately, the opponent's next knife came almost at the same time, not a second slower.

After using blood to conquer the hidden, although the white-faced man did not show the ability to kill across dimensions for a while, his first-level sense of smell was still reflected, and he almost walked synchronously with the hidden self.

It seems impossible to get rid of it by this means.

Even this knife, Fu Qian did not dodge.

This terrifying knife directly cut a half-horrible wound on his waist.

The reason why it was half-way was that at the same time, a fist surrounded by golden flames also hit the swordsman's body, knocking it out.

And there was even white dust that burst out from that body, as if it was beaten into ashes in one step.

...

Of course it's not that simple.

Feeling the strange touch from the fist, Fu Qian, who exchanged injuries for injuries, did not pursue, but observed himself.

Undoubtedly, the wound stained with the strange oil on the knife showed no signs of healing.

At the same time, more seriously, at a glance, one can already see the internal organs inside, and even the church behind.

If the color-loss also has a blood bar, this knife at least cuts off nearly half.

His tolerance for the next error has been infinitely compressed.

This is not the only negative impact. The opponent who was knocked away has returned and is full of energy.

With his current level and the special flame, even Mr. Anjing would probably be hurt a lot by the punch just now.

However, judging from the feel, it is afraid that only a small pit will be left on the inhuman body.

The color-loss is not only manifested in the moment when it is forced to leave this world, it seems that the damage it caused is discounted - even non-physical damage.

Roar -

Facing the white-faced man who attacked again, this time it responded with a full-strength gospel explosion.

However, the white-faced man did not hesitate at all and slashed down again.

Although this time the sword did not hit, Fu Qian disappeared again.

No mind and the effect of color loss? This mental shock is completely useless?

While analyzing the reason, Fu Qian emerged from the bloody expedition again. This time, he pulled away from the church even further, and was only one step away from entering the church.

Of course, there was no doubt that the long sword called Zhe Ge had also caught up.

Dang!

And this time, it was responded by another hand burning with golden flames, but it was just one size larger.

The body that suddenly expanded and made people unable to look directly at it grabbed the long sword at an incredible speed before being hit.

"Don't want to give up the weapon? Of course, it suits your style."

Fu Qian, who turned into the King of Abandoned Prison, swung out with another fist and hit the previous position again.

At that moment, it seemed that countless layers of wailing were heard, and the originally indestructible body was instantly reduced by half.

Crack!

And in the crisp sound of shattering, the Zhe Ge long sword that was still unwilling to let go was directly crushed into dozens of pieces by Fu Qian.

"Let me check the angle again..."

Facing the body that fell down but was still trying to struggle, Fu Qian muttered to himself, estimated the direction and the distance from the church, and raised his foot.

Bang!

The earth-shaking impact and violent trampling directly pushed the body deep into the ground.

"Your mental state is not optimistic. Let me introduce a few good doctors to you."