Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1756 Bitter Fruit (Forty-Five)

There have been countless encounters with evil forces to date, but this is truly a rare case.

Fu Qian is still confident in his own perception. Although this negative effect is not exactly the same as loss of color, they do have some similarities in their core.

  After some operations, the mysterious opponent was finally promoted to a higher rank, and as a result, he was given such power?

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

Origami... Is there any special meaning behind this name?

In addition, this discoloration effect feels more like a special attack against yourself.

After all, according to Dorian's description, this knife seemed to be born only for torture, and when slaughtering the indigenous people, the process was far from clean.

Although the final result is still clean, without any trace left.

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

Even if Dorian tried his best to strengthen it, it would only be close to it and would not be stronger than its original body.

I myself couldn't even withstand a few blows, so it's hard to imagine that the indigenous people could be abused for so long.

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

"What do you call it?"

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

  when!

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

This blow was even more brutal, and was intended to cut Fu Qian in half.

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

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

……

  Bah!

I thought the reason why I was not interested in communicating before was because the projection was too unstable.

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

Without looking down, Fu Qian could know the condition of his right hand.

He casually returned a shot, silently calculating how many more times he could take a blow, but what he was most concerned about 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 is also amazing, unlike other "Him" who are of high rank but incomplete in nature and only display a trace of authority.

The thing standing in front of him almost gave people the feeling of being a real first-level being who had responded to the call.

It’s a pity that all I could feel from the white-faced man was naked brutality. It seems that it’s impossible to chat with him for a while longer.

But this information is not completely meaningless.

First of all, a first-order person who loses his mind, wanders in the special dark night, and indulges in killing can be said to have further weakened the possibility of it happening in reality.

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

The fact that he chopped himself to pieces in the two healing dreams showed this to a certain extent.

But I had been walking around at night before, but I never encountered it...

  Dang! Bang!

He slapped the knife away again, and after the previous shot was easily dodged, he fired another shot back. At the same time, Fu Qian's figure disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he had retreated some distance.

Unfortunately, the opponent's next blow came almost simultaneously, not even 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-order sense of smell was still manifested, and he almost walked in sync with his hidden self.

It seemed impossible to escape by this means. Fu Qian didn't even dodge the knife.

This was a terrifying blow, which directly cut a hideous wound on his waist.

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

There was even white dust bursting out from the body, as if it had been beaten into ashes in one go.

……

Of course it's not that simple.

Feeling the strange touch from his fist, Fu Qian, who was injured in return, did not pursue him, but instead observed himself.

There was no doubt that the wound, stained with the strange oil from the knife, showed no signs of healing.

What’s even more serious is that at a glance you can see the internal organs and even the church behind it.

If the Colorless One also had a health bar, this blow would have cut off at least half of it.

My future tolerance has been infinitely compressed.

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

With his current rank and the special flame, that punch just now would have hurt even old man Yasui quite a bit.

However, judging from the feel of it, it was probably just a small dent left on the inhuman body.

The loss of color is not only manifested in the moment when you are forced to leave this world, it also seems to reduce the damage you have caused - even non-physical damage.

Roar--

Faced with the white-faced man's attack again, this time the response was a fully-inspired gospel explosion.

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

Although the knife missed, Fu Qian disappeared again from the spot.

No sanity and the effect of color loss? Make this mental shock completely useless?

While analyzing the reasons, Fu Qian emerged from the Bloody Crusade again. This time, he had pulled even further away and was only one step away from entering the church.

Of course, there is no doubt that the long sword called Origami has also caught up.

  when!

This time, what responded to it was another hand burning with golden flames, but it was one size bigger.

The body suddenly expanded and became impossible to look directly at. It grabbed the long sword with incredible speed before being hit.

"Reluctant to part with your weapons? Of course, that suits your style."

Fu Qian, who transformed into the King of Abandoned Prison, swung out his other fist and hit the same spot again.

At that moment, it seemed as if countless wails were heard, and the originally indestructible body was instantly reduced to half.

Click!

Amid the crisp sound of shattering, the long folding knife, which 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 collapsed but was still trying to struggle, Fu Qian muttered to himself, estimated the direction and the distance from the church, and raised his foot.

  boom!

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

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