Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year
Chapter 908 Carrion
We had a good chat, how can you turn your face when you turn your back on it?
With the sudden change in front of him, Fu Qian deeply sighed that people's hearts are not old.
Is it so difficult to communicate calmly these days?
At the same time feeling emotional, facing the half-step divine envoy who had already copied the guy, Fu Qian was not polite, and raised his right hand flat.
"It's very simple. Since peers talk about friendship, the Sajia will not be polite."
"Recently, I learned a new technique of black dragon wave in physics, please taste it, Brother Awei."
Physical black dragon wave?
When Awei was thinking about the meaning behind the name, a strange-shaped animal head really appeared in his vision, which was as black as a void, with golden dots and lines connecting it inside.
... It's really physics!
As a demigod, Awei's powers of observation are naturally not covered.
He immediately discovered that it was not a condensation of special power, it was simply twisted black tentacles.
And the end of the tentacles exploded from King Dayun Ming's left arm.
"Gorgeous!"
But in the face of this physical attack that obviously had a mental impact, Awei did not fall into the trap of a god, and expressed his disdain impatiently.
At the same time, he didn't dodge or dodge, and swung the hooked sword in his hand at an incredible speed.
And following his movements, bursts of pulses surged out of the space in front of him, and they gathered into a bunch to meet Fu Qian's attack.
As soon as the two came into contact, the invisible pulse didn't seem to form a substantial barrier.
However, the seemingly fierce physical wave, every time it advances, it seems that it has been devastated by countless years and is rapidly withering.
Soon the ashes were flying, and the tentacles could no longer move forward.
"Compete with me here for pure consumption, I think you are crazy!"
Hands kept on, and Ah Wei's sharp comment also arrived in due course.
"You don't always think that I will be so stupid that I won't use this gift because of your aggressive words?"
Obviously, the consumption of Bota is far less than that of Fu Qian, because what consumes the opponent is flesh and blood, and he is essentially just leveraging the power of this field.
And out of a certain mindset, he's more than happy to let his opponent know that.
In the last breath, after thousands of confrontations, the other party seemed to have finally recognized this cruel reality, and the tentacles all over the sky restrained at once.
Even human figures disappeared from view.
"This trick is still good."
Awei didn't panic at all, and laughed.
"Unfortunately, unfortunately, you showed it too early."
While speaking, Fu Qian, who had entered the state of blood conquest, already felt some kind of restriction.
It's not that the movement is slowing down, nor is Xiu Meng's invisible lock.
If it must be described, this area seems to be a condensation of some pure concepts, excluding all overlaps and parallels.
If he forcibly maintains the blood crusade, he will face a rapid loss of life every time he moves.
Even after crossing a certain limit, death will come directly.
It's really a godsend method.
Undoubtedly, Brother Awei once again relied on the power of "His" to achieve such an effect.
Instead of locking yourself down directly, you turn the entire field into an impassable boundary.
If you go out by force, you will die directly, and if you stay inside, you will die slowly under erosion.
These two options... Fortunately, I am not going to choose either.
"How does it feel, this is the real limit of death."
At this moment, Awei faced the air with a low tone.
"In fact, this group of idiots don't know the real name of this field."
"Because the God of Death...is exactly His honorable name!"
In the gradually impassioned tone, several invisible shocks blasted towards his face.
Easily dodging Fu Qian's air bullet, facing the opponent who suddenly appeared, Awei swung his knife upwards at the same time, and sent a scarlet whip flying.
"Paying such a high price to get close to me, don't you dare to try with your own hands—"
The last word obviously took a long time, because at this time he reached out and touched his neck.
Under the white feathers, there was actually a wound.
"What is this……"
With a strange feeling, Awei knew that such incisions were appearing all over his body, but he was very sure that no sharp edge had been cut through any of them.
"This is my hand."
And the voice coming from under the opponent's mask didn't sound very good either.
Universiade Mingwang, who appeared again, actually raised his hands and flipped them over to show.
And there seemed to be wounds on the top.
Just when Ah Wei lamented the grotesqueness of this scene, the opponent's right hand was stained with the color of the tentacles just now, and he poked it out without hesitation.
"it is good."
Ah Wei didn't dodge, the hooked sword in his hand cut to the opponent's same position without hesitation.
However, in this seemingly mutually damaging move, something strange had already appeared before Universiade Mingwang's hand touched his body.
The familiar withering pulses quickly eroded it into ashes.
Ah Wei does not have to rely on the weapon in his hand to leverage this power.
He deliberately misled in this regard just now.
Faced with such a situation, the right hand, which was only left with starlight in a blink of an eye, has no intention of taking it back.
In the final tyrannical blood, Awei's shuriken sword almost cut his opponent in half, and the shapeless stump of King Universiade also penetrated into his wound.
……
Flying feathers all over the sky, Fu Qian looked at A Wei's visceral critical wounds, but instead of pursuing the victory, he took a step back in a strange posture.
The wound on his waist is extremely deep, and there is a force frantically preventing the healing process.
Of course, the most serious injury he suffered was the few steps he ran over in the state of blood conquest.
Huge loss of vitality, no matter how you look at it, it is a percentage of blood loss.
"Very sharp, no wonder I have the confidence to pry into the secrets."
At this time, the voice of praise came from the mouth of Ah Wei who had been hit by a visceral crit, and it sounded full of anger.
Following his words, slender arms protruded from the wound left by the visceral blow.
As long as you take one step late, there is a high probability that you will be caught before paying.
Of course, this strange trick is not the point, the point is...
Fu Qian looked down at his hands.
The strategy just now was very simple, the blood conquest close to the body, the old nicks create wounds, and then rely on the psychological inertia in front to lure the opponent to exchange wounds for wounds, and finally the visceral crit ends.
Fu Qian has always respected his opponents.
No matter how contemptuous he was in his words, what he was facing was essentially an existence that was close to being an envoy of God.
The problem now is that after some manipulations by myself, the hit just now was indeed a solid hit.
However, the visceral crit that even the true god would lose blood did not have the effect of a heavy blow.
To be more precise, the other party became more energetic when he took it out with his own hand.
"It's a pity...you don't know anything about death."
At this moment, Ah Wei let out a long sigh.
"Dead or alive, the mysteries and fascinations are beyond your imagination."
……
Are you serious about this line?
Today the hospital entered and exited twice... the dungeon will end tomorrow.
With the sudden change in front of him, Fu Qian deeply sighed that people's hearts are not old.
Is it so difficult to communicate calmly these days?
At the same time feeling emotional, facing the half-step divine envoy who had already copied the guy, Fu Qian was not polite, and raised his right hand flat.
"It's very simple. Since peers talk about friendship, the Sajia will not be polite."
"Recently, I learned a new technique of black dragon wave in physics, please taste it, Brother Awei."
Physical black dragon wave?
When Awei was thinking about the meaning behind the name, a strange-shaped animal head really appeared in his vision, which was as black as a void, with golden dots and lines connecting it inside.
... It's really physics!
As a demigod, Awei's powers of observation are naturally not covered.
He immediately discovered that it was not a condensation of special power, it was simply twisted black tentacles.
And the end of the tentacles exploded from King Dayun Ming's left arm.
"Gorgeous!"
But in the face of this physical attack that obviously had a mental impact, Awei did not fall into the trap of a god, and expressed his disdain impatiently.
At the same time, he didn't dodge or dodge, and swung the hooked sword in his hand at an incredible speed.
And following his movements, bursts of pulses surged out of the space in front of him, and they gathered into a bunch to meet Fu Qian's attack.
As soon as the two came into contact, the invisible pulse didn't seem to form a substantial barrier.
However, the seemingly fierce physical wave, every time it advances, it seems that it has been devastated by countless years and is rapidly withering.
Soon the ashes were flying, and the tentacles could no longer move forward.
"Compete with me here for pure consumption, I think you are crazy!"
Hands kept on, and Ah Wei's sharp comment also arrived in due course.
"You don't always think that I will be so stupid that I won't use this gift because of your aggressive words?"
Obviously, the consumption of Bota is far less than that of Fu Qian, because what consumes the opponent is flesh and blood, and he is essentially just leveraging the power of this field.
And out of a certain mindset, he's more than happy to let his opponent know that.
In the last breath, after thousands of confrontations, the other party seemed to have finally recognized this cruel reality, and the tentacles all over the sky restrained at once.
Even human figures disappeared from view.
"This trick is still good."
Awei didn't panic at all, and laughed.
"Unfortunately, unfortunately, you showed it too early."
While speaking, Fu Qian, who had entered the state of blood conquest, already felt some kind of restriction.
It's not that the movement is slowing down, nor is Xiu Meng's invisible lock.
If it must be described, this area seems to be a condensation of some pure concepts, excluding all overlaps and parallels.
If he forcibly maintains the blood crusade, he will face a rapid loss of life every time he moves.
Even after crossing a certain limit, death will come directly.
It's really a godsend method.
Undoubtedly, Brother Awei once again relied on the power of "His" to achieve such an effect.
Instead of locking yourself down directly, you turn the entire field into an impassable boundary.
If you go out by force, you will die directly, and if you stay inside, you will die slowly under erosion.
These two options... Fortunately, I am not going to choose either.
"How does it feel, this is the real limit of death."
At this moment, Awei faced the air with a low tone.
"In fact, this group of idiots don't know the real name of this field."
"Because the God of Death...is exactly His honorable name!"
In the gradually impassioned tone, several invisible shocks blasted towards his face.
Easily dodging Fu Qian's air bullet, facing the opponent who suddenly appeared, Awei swung his knife upwards at the same time, and sent a scarlet whip flying.
"Paying such a high price to get close to me, don't you dare to try with your own hands—"
The last word obviously took a long time, because at this time he reached out and touched his neck.
Under the white feathers, there was actually a wound.
"What is this……"
With a strange feeling, Awei knew that such incisions were appearing all over his body, but he was very sure that no sharp edge had been cut through any of them.
"This is my hand."
And the voice coming from under the opponent's mask didn't sound very good either.
Universiade Mingwang, who appeared again, actually raised his hands and flipped them over to show.
And there seemed to be wounds on the top.
Just when Ah Wei lamented the grotesqueness of this scene, the opponent's right hand was stained with the color of the tentacles just now, and he poked it out without hesitation.
"it is good."
Ah Wei didn't dodge, the hooked sword in his hand cut to the opponent's same position without hesitation.
However, in this seemingly mutually damaging move, something strange had already appeared before Universiade Mingwang's hand touched his body.
The familiar withering pulses quickly eroded it into ashes.
Ah Wei does not have to rely on the weapon in his hand to leverage this power.
He deliberately misled in this regard just now.
Faced with such a situation, the right hand, which was only left with starlight in a blink of an eye, has no intention of taking it back.
In the final tyrannical blood, Awei's shuriken sword almost cut his opponent in half, and the shapeless stump of King Universiade also penetrated into his wound.
……
Flying feathers all over the sky, Fu Qian looked at A Wei's visceral critical wounds, but instead of pursuing the victory, he took a step back in a strange posture.
The wound on his waist is extremely deep, and there is a force frantically preventing the healing process.
Of course, the most serious injury he suffered was the few steps he ran over in the state of blood conquest.
Huge loss of vitality, no matter how you look at it, it is a percentage of blood loss.
"Very sharp, no wonder I have the confidence to pry into the secrets."
At this time, the voice of praise came from the mouth of Ah Wei who had been hit by a visceral crit, and it sounded full of anger.
Following his words, slender arms protruded from the wound left by the visceral blow.
As long as you take one step late, there is a high probability that you will be caught before paying.
Of course, this strange trick is not the point, the point is...
Fu Qian looked down at his hands.
The strategy just now was very simple, the blood conquest close to the body, the old nicks create wounds, and then rely on the psychological inertia in front to lure the opponent to exchange wounds for wounds, and finally the visceral crit ends.
Fu Qian has always respected his opponents.
No matter how contemptuous he was in his words, what he was facing was essentially an existence that was close to being an envoy of God.
The problem now is that after some manipulations by myself, the hit just now was indeed a solid hit.
However, the visceral crit that even the true god would lose blood did not have the effect of a heavy blow.
To be more precise, the other party became more energetic when he took it out with his own hand.
"It's a pity...you don't know anything about death."
At this moment, Ah Wei let out a long sigh.
"Dead or alive, the mysteries and fascinations are beyond your imagination."
……
Are you serious about this line?
Today the hospital entered and exited twice... the dungeon will end tomorrow.
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