Chapter 810 Unrestrained

This is quite noisy!

Seeing the much darker ground melting like a water bed in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian frowned for a moment.

At this moment, the faces all over the mountains and plains not only gathered much exaggerated gibbering, but even the strange textures formed by these faces as they wandered around, causing confusion in the heart to grow at a glance.

This level is really difficult to kill.

Fortunately, what is gratifying is that the red moon is still shining in the sky, and it looks almost as big as the blue star before.

"I apologize for the slight."

But in this kind of ghost world, Yasui Tokiyuki seems to be at ease, very comfortable.

"From now on, I will treat you as a real threatening opponent and give you maximum attention."

"And when your will finally dissipates, I will make you a legend as well. That will be the final respect."

"Flattered."

Faced with Yasui Tokiyuki's kindness, Fu Qian said a polite word while taking a step back lightly.

The next moment, where he originally stood, a crack nearly one meter wide appeared, going deep into the ground.

It was like an invisible giant sword, slashing forward silently.

Fu Qian looked through the cracks and found that even under the ground, there were faces embedded together.

He didn't see the giant sword coming just now. The reason why he retreated was because he felt a special rhythm gathering.

Yes, even though it was unpleasant to hear, he didn't let go of the echoing nonsense at all.

The attack just now was similar to the sound waves rising from the overlap of gibbering, causing this kind of invisible damage.

Although he is newly promoted to the first level, he is quite skillful in using his power.

While thinking, he stepped forward and flashed again, sighing in his heart.

The place where he stood this time was covered with dense holes, as if he had been bombarded by arrows.

There is reason to believe that Yasui Tokiyuki has brought together many cognitions to this place, and no longer pursues specific monsters, but looks for the ups and downs in it, manifesting them into threatening killings.

This kind of ups and downs is fleeting, so it is silent and invisible, but it does not mean that it is without power.

The continuous attacks just now were at least at the level of a demigod.

The most troublesome thing is that he can only rely on listening to the murmurs to predict attacks.

But the gathered ravings, although they did not make him lose his sanity, were rapidly advancing the evolution of color-is-empty.

The situation is not embarrassing.

Looking up, there seemed to be countless killing moves waiting to be launched in the darkness, the murmurs were getting louder and louder, and the waves became turbulent.

Compared with his own discomfort, Yasui Tokio's condition in the waves was even a little better.

This means that for every extra second it takes, your chance of winning decreases by one point.

The next moment, Fu Qian moved his arms, and his figure disappeared from the place.

…

Yasui Tokiyuki was undoubtedly paying attention to Fuzen's movements and reacted instantly.

However, his reaction was not to change positions and run away, or to materialize more shields, but rather the bloody robe on his body expanded.

Almost at the same time, blood burst out from his body again.

While suffering the body-penetrating injury, the bloody robe also wrapped around Fu Qian who appeared out of thin air.

Several weapons exuding the aura of death followed and strangled him.

"I said I would give you maximum respect, such as exchanging injuries for injuries fairly."

The severe injury came, and Yasui Tokiyuki's voice did not rise at all as he looked at another piece of flesh and blood being taken out.

Because at this time, the black weapon finally hit Fu Qian's body.

The power of death contained on it can even turn flesh and blood into ashes instantly after leaving the body.

"And it looks like you can't wait for your Pope to take action."

"Who said that?"

Faced with this scene of pure fighting for blood, Fu Qian took off his mask again with the hand that had just finished taking out the god's waist.

…

Ahem!

Returning to the warehouse again, the condition is undoubtedly worse than last time.

So much so that he took off the mask without even waiting for the duration of the pseudo-god's reincarnation to approach.

Apart from his broken arm, the most serious injuries on his body were the places where he was chopped.

All the scars were pale and withered, and one of the blows was a sword that penetrated the chest, leaving a hole that was difficult to heal.

This is the power of death that Yasui Tokiyoshi is unwilling to touch.

Although his rank was forcibly raised, his body was still only at the level of a demigod.

As for Yasui Tokiyuki's current strategy, it is almost obvious that he will not run away. As long as he attacks, he will exchange injuries for injuries.

But if he doesn't attack, he will definitely not be able to defeat him at home.

Even if I put on a mask and go back, I will still be in this anxious state.

This strategy makes sense no matter how you look at it. There is no doubt that I am much more vulnerable to the health bar than the resistance.

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't hold it back until he helped Hongyue deeply infect him.

But that's just how it looks.

The length of the health bar is the total health value plus the recovery speed. The former may have a huge difference, but the latter can be a dimension stronger by itself.

…

Throwing down the mask, in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian's body was swallowed up by boiling darkness.

And a moment later, stars twinkled like stars in the actual darkness, forming a line in series.

Complete mythological form.

Among the few uses before, Fu Qian's understanding of it is to completely liberate it.

It is undoubtedly very suitable for the current full-fire situation.

Especially if you maintain your divine status throughout the whole process, you don't have to worry about automatically losing sanity.

In fact, Fu Qian has already felt that in this state, his already somewhat confused will is quickly becoming assertive.

The only question is, after this freedom is completely released, can it be restored when everything is over?

…

After a while, when he sensed that the pseudo-god transformation was available again, Fu Qian opened his eyes.

In the mythical form, even the swords in his body were forcibly smoothed out by the double boiling of spirit and flesh, and even a much thinner left arm grew again.

However, if you look carefully, you can see that the misaligned circular pattern that symbolizes the power of the red moon still penetrates into the black.

Independent of the starlight, its brilliance cannot be concealed.

"good."

There was no surprise before I paid, and I even complimented myself.

"The situation with Emperor Yasui is getting closer and closer."

The blood bar comparison is only the basis for the game to continue. The final key is the comparison of the degradation speed.

[San value minus 10]

With this satisfaction, Fu Qian put on the mask again.

…

"Who are you? Or are you crazy?"

Tokiyuki Yasui, who had his flesh and blood ripped out all over again, had obvious doubts in his tone.

Not only the new look of Fuzen being chopped into pieces, but also the pistol taped to his forehead.

But in an instant he realized something.

"A special curse? Sure enough, there are many ways."

"It's a pity that you seem to be unlucky and didn't trigger it."

"Maybe it's because of my dark face."

Before paying, he talked nonsense and hit Varudo for the third time.