Chapter 1869 Seedling Bed (XIX)

Even if you are a fearless white-hot knight, you still lack some firepower in front of my human demon tyrant, hehehe——

Although there is no sky, the sun is covered. In the evil roar from the mechanical tyrant, the pure white, inviolable sword and spear knight was instantly submerged by the hideous tentacles.

Although he did not forget to cut off a large piece of this terrifying creature with his backhand while dodging, the originally small space was really filled with this full-screen attack.

It is obvious that the special confinement just created treats all targets equally, even he, the initiator, is no exception.

Not to mention that the hundreds of tentacles seemed to attack indiscriminately, but they additionally controlled the direction and force, and they really took the drawn boundaries as the standard, deliberately not breaking the confinement.

Under no evasion, more than one piercing wound was left on the slender body in an instant, and the broken scene made people almost instinctively feel unbearable.

However, the hideous body had no mercy and continued to rush up in an instant.

Tsk——

Between the tentacles that had not yet been fully retracted, a ferocious huge claw, with a sharp fang on each fingertip, directly split the skinny body.

Of course, the price paid was that Fu Qian's hairless head, eyes and nose were all pierced by swords and spears.

"What a brave guard, but it's a pity that this place can't escape its fate after all."

But it doesn't matter, as long as the mouth can still speak.

The next moment, Fu Qian's death announcement fully demonstrated the ruthlessness of the brilliant tyrant.

"How do you feel, Apocalypse Knight——"

And the meaning of madness.

Although immediately afterwards, this laughter that brought endless fear was interrupted by a special voice.

...

It was like the space was broken into pieces, even as strong as the brilliant tyrant, blood was still sprayed from top to bottom.

However, the white-hot knight, who was almost torn in two, did not continue to dodge or fight back, but half-crouched on the ground and stabbed the weapon in his hand fiercely into the ground——then there was no ground.

At that moment, everything in the area originally marked as a prison collapsed directly like dominoes.

The effect brought about was that countless sharp crystals gathered into a file, grinding everything in it frantically.

At least that was how Fu Qian felt.

At the same time, judging from the White Heat Knight who had dozens of wounds in the blink of an eye, this effect still ignored the enemy and the friend.

In addition to this gain, there was another point that at least in the area under his feet, there was indeed no hiding from La Nina.

Gently borrowing the force, when the White Heat Knight was unable to continue chasing, Fu Qian had already withdrawn from the original range of the prison.

The previous attack obviously consumed the previous arrangement.

The most amazing thing was that the ground in this part of the area did not disappear, but turned into grains of crystals like quicksand, just like the previous comment on the feel of the White Heat Knight.

In addition, it was crystal, not ice crystal.

In addition to the fact that there was almost no force when stepping on it, at that moment Fu Qian did not feel the chill from this extremely confusing scene.

It was really a counter-intuitive performance.

But it was only a moment, and soon the place gave people the same feeling as the black and green ice wall.

And Fu Qian didn't have more time to study it, because the White Heat Knight also jumped out.

...

Riddled with holes.

There is no better word than this.

Unlike Fu Qian, who took off the broken head and threw it away, and took out another one from his neck, the points allocated to the health bar of the White Heat Knight were obviously far behind.

One of the manifestations is that until this moment, there was no sign of repair on the scars and holes on the body.

And the previous speculation about the feel was confirmed again.

There were grains of crystal sand flowing down in almost every wound.

Although even if combined, the total flow was not too high, it was obvious that the arrival of this person had entered the countdown.

And he was indeed fearless. He only lowered his head and paid attention for less than a second, and the next moment the long sword pointed here again, obviously ready to fight to the death.

But it doesn't matter, preparing a posture is one thing, at least he didn't hit five times right away, right?

"You don't know what you are doing, and you can't change anything..."

Watching this tragic scene, Fu Qian let out a deep laugh in his throat, and the villain's lines continued to come out.

Of course, Fu Qian didn't know what "what" was.

Speaking these lines all the way was not out of bad taste, but to hit the target.

Compared with the previous plague, this white-hot knight is obviously more introverted and doesn't like to communicate.

But even so, Fu Qian still didn't give up the attempt to learn from the three of us.

Considering this person's style, no matter how polite the tone is, I'm afraid that he won't receive any response in casual chat.

So the core concept of Fu Qian's communication is to start with this resolute attitude of killing the enemy, guess what the other party is most likely to pay attention to, and try to touch it with certain elements.

For example, the most classic setting of guarding something and losing oneself in endless killing.

White armor and greatsword, moving forward, considering this person's shape and appearance, it feels that there is still a little probability of such a character setting.

"Impossible..."

It is gratifying that this effort seems to have finally paid off.

Although it sounded really vague, Fu Qian still roughly distinguished the content of the words that echoed in his mind.

"The seedbed...does not allow any uncleanness...blasphemy..."

And more.

Unfortunately, there is no more.

As if he could feel the last word of endless hatred, the white sword slowly turned and made a gesture similar to the greeting just now.

And without even holding it for a millisecond, the next moment the sword continued to move very smoothly, sliding inch by inch on the neck that had already been pierced with a hole, and cutting it off.

At the same time, the other hand lifted the head and held it in his hand.

…

So "unclean" actually includes oneself, isn't it a bit too extreme?

Although the whole process was very fast, it was still too easy for Fu Qian to interrupt.

However, he did not do so, but watched the movements of the body throughout the whole process until the white color that could not be described by anything filled his vision.

After beheading himself, the other party did not hesitate at all and directly launched an attack.

And compared to before, he seemed to have really changed.

As the head was taken off, the self was wiped out as dirt, and the white seemed to become more pure.

On the one hand, it seemed that the White Heat Knight could no longer communicate with him, and on the other hand, the destruction caused by the attack was even more exaggerated.

Fu Qian took the long-prepared ordinary punch and silently evaluated the feedback from his body.