Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Such requests are indeed rare.

  Several senior reviewers and an impatient wooden stake, is there a better scientific research atmosphere than this?

Fu Qian's admiration in his heart and the sound of the beating on Lord Aiko's body formed a symphony for a moment.

The person involved was completely overthinking it. After the test plan was made clear, how could he be polite?

He waved his arms continuously, and a long scarlet shadow flashed. Even the first thought that Lord Eco wanted to express was taken back.

"Is it effective?"

This guy is really rude. He doesn't worry about being retaliated against afterwards.

This excessive and wanton expression even caused quite a shock to the guests present.

So much so that after the Tyrant's Fist reached a double-digit combo, Lord Jin Ning on the side finally couldn't help but speak, and forcibly interrupted with his thoughts.

Fu Qian was quite considerate of this and stopped almost instantly.

"There is... my mind is becoming unstable. It is different from the normal mental shock. It feels like my body is being damaged."

Eco, who finally got a chance to catch his breath, answered with a tone that was just as complicated as the look he gave Fu Qian.

After all, he has the physique of a demigod, and without the bonus of the whip with thorns, the physical trauma he suffers is almost negligible.

However, the obvious flicker in his eyes showed that what Eco said was true, and the mental torture was much more severe.

"That's good."

Unfortunately, by this time, Fu Qian had already transformed into a ruthless academic worker, and this reaction gave satisfactory praise.

"It seems that what I am going to say next is the same as before. Please, sir."

Even the next moment he turned around and continued speaking to Jin Ning.

The fact that he can still make complex expressions undoubtedly shows that the degree of destruction is not enough.

"……it is good."

He even paused for a moment before realizing that Fu Qian meant to help weaken mental resistance.

Faced with this overly professional testing attitude, Jining was silent for a moment and finally didn't say much.

After all, the person in charge of the team next to him has made his stance quite clear.

"There are no changes at the moment, so hurry up."

Li He, who had been observing the entire process, had now reported the results of the preliminary tests and expressed his firm support.

"There will be a certain degree of discomfort, just bear with it."

Following the instructions, Jining wasted no more time. He curled his palms into a tube shape, placed them against his mouth, and took a deep breath.

This action was undoubtedly quite special. For a moment, everyone in front of him watched with great interest the scene that seemed like blowing a dart.

  call!

The next moment, something actually blew out from there.

Slender, curly, and almost transparent.

It looks more like a small snake than a blow needle.

And because the distance was too close, the not-so-sharp head had already hit Eco.

Even more gentle and silent than the Tyrant's Fist whip, the snake needles melt into the skin the moment they touch it, leaving no trace.

This……

At that moment, Eco, who was obviously mentally prepared, even had a hint of doubt on his face.

Fu Qian’s understanding of this is that the effect seems to be different from what she imagined.

Because at first glance, the puzzled expression was even more lively than before, and there was no sign of weakness at all.

what--

However, Fu Qian, who always trusts professionals, would not have any doubts just because of a mere appearance.

Lord Eco didn't even have time to say anything more before he was hit by the Tyrant's Fist again, and he let out a scream almost at the same time. ...

The performance seemed a little inappropriate in comparison, but it was certainly not because of the increased force.

As a professional, controlling variables is the most basic quality.

Fu Qian was confident that under his control, the error between the first draw and this one would not exceed 0.5 percent.

The reason for this contrast is, of course, due to the help of Lord Jining.

Even from the feedback, Fu Qian, who was quite experienced in this area, had already somewhat understood the effect of the blow needle - what Lord Jining did was not to weaken the resistance, but to increase the sensitivity.

It was as if his senses were suddenly overclocked. For Echo who was hit by that attack, the mental damage caused by the Tyrant's Fist was significantly magnified.

This is also the reason why she looks more energetic after being infected.

I have to say, although this move is not so concealed when it is launched, it is still quite compatible with Miss Wen's ability.

It was natural to imagine the combined attack scene of the snake needle and the beautiful girl's Kaleidoscope, and Fu Qian's hands did not stop, whipping out one whip after another.

After all, as a demigod, after losing his composure under the initial impact, Eco quickly adjusted himself and soon entered a quiet state of dementia.

The pressure brought by each blow was obviously much greater than before, and it seemed as if one could see fragments of the soul flying.

In order to achieve the best effect, she did not change into other states, but maintained her flesh and blood body.

However, at this moment, even the exposed skin was faintly emitting a strange luster, as if it was beginning to lose its original appearance.

"continue!"

During this scene of the Passion of the Demigod, the cold voice of Master Li continued to come, signaling that the soul whipping should not stop.

……

Although he tried his best to keep calm, one could still tell that the old man was not happy.

As the team's radar, Fu Qian's lure plan still didn't seem to have yielded any results.

Just as Fu Qian responded to the call and swung out another long whip with steady power, Mr. Li, who had just finished speaking, disappeared from the spot incredibly smoothly.

As if transcending the concept of time, hundreds and thousands of them, each one looking like a real black-gold arc sword, simultaneously tore apart the surroundings of where Mr. Li reappeared, a corner of the baby room, in various postures.

Soldiers who, deception also.

The old man is indeed a well-educated man, I would like to call him a sword saint.

Although it happened in an instant, Fu Qian, who never gave up observing his movements, noticed the change at the first moment and expressed his sincere praise.

Of course, Fu Qian didn't think that he had successfully helped the old man gain something before he even whipped him.

From the moment he finished shouting to the moment he made his move, everything in between was extremely smooth and fluent. The most likely explanation was that all is fair in war.

Although I'm not sure whether the prey hiding in the dark can understand me, I'm shouting to it.

When he spoke, the old man might have grasped something, and he just relaxed his vigilance as much as possible.

Of course, even with this method, it seems that there is still no gain.

Under the shroud of the arc sword, the violence was so intense that it felt like even the covalent bonds were about to be broken, but there was no sign of a hit like the bloody intestines.

  laugh!

Before he could finish his thought, a ray of real golden light suddenly appeared among the rolling sword shadows, crossing the sky and penetrating into another corner in the opposite direction of the old man's jump.

And as it shook like ripples, a brutal blood-red splashed out from the originally empty void.

It was not until this moment that one could see clearly that the golden light was actually a weapon held in the old man's other hand.

Pointed head, beak, and straight grip behind.

It is more like a halberd of exaggerated length than a sword.

He truly deserves the title of Sword Saint!

At that moment, Fu Qian gave a heartfelt compliment. (End of this chapter)