Super Golden Eye

Originally, Fang Yang was very confident about his tenfold acceleration, but he found that Tomojierd was even at the same speed as him! This surprised also secretly.

And when the two speeds are equal, whoever has more control over the body can gain the upper hand.

Fang Yang's speed increase is often used as a means of air strikes, and is rarely used in normal times.

Tomogierde obviously has a longer time in this aspect, and he has more skillful use, and he has the upper hand!

Fortunately, Tomogild seemed to be very afraid of the Dragonscale Sword in Fang Yang's hand, and he didn't dare to take the risk easily, so he managed to draw a tie.

"We must find a way to solve the battle as soon as possible!" Fang Yang is not an impulsive person. Although he is strong, he also knows the truth that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

The dragon scale sword in his right hand surged and forced Tomogild back. The big mudra of his right hand followed closely, interrupting the opponent's second attack rhythm, and then a back vertical, rushing towards the door.

"Does the guest want to leave before the host has spoken?"

Although he was blocked for a while, Tomogild was not slow, and he quickly caught up with him, with an extra weird weapon in his hand!

Like a sword but not a sword, like a sword but not a sword, but even Fang Yang is afraid of the murderous spirit attached to it. The sword light of the dragon scale sword in his hand has also shrunk by three inches, which shows its power.

Fang Yang didn't dare to be careless, so he turned around and continued to fight Tomo Gild: "What kind of weapon are you? It seems that the power is not under the bone piano, right? Is it also the blood saint?"

Tomogild said triumphantly: "If you are a little eye-sighted, this is the most murderous angel thorn among the Thirteen Sacred Artifacts!"

The angel thorn is not deceived because of the name. In fact, it is called an angel thorn because it is said to have been the weapon of Cain, the ancestor of the blood race!

When Cain held this weapon, he slaughtered nearly five million angels and turned it into his own army of necromancers, so it changed drastically and became one of the sacred artifacts.

It is said that while holding an angel thorn, he must be ready to deal with the curse of five million wraith spirits at any time. No one dares to try it easily.

Unexpectedly, this sacred artifact of the blood clan would fall into the hands of Tomogild!

Fang Yang felt the pressure increased: "Since you already have angel thorns, why do you want other sacred artifacts? Do you think you can control two sacred artifacts at the same time?"

Tomogild replied domineeringly: "Why not? I'm a genius of the blood race! Do you want to give up delicious truffles after eating caviar?"

Although this metaphor is not very appropriate, fortunately, Fang Yang can still understand his intentions. Tomogird's ambition is absolutely frightening!

Fang Yang gritted his teeth and insisted: "But I don't think I have any similarities with caviar or Ji Lu."

For unknown reasons, as soon as Fang Yang entered the Western world, Fang Yang would feel that his strength was suppressed, and his Zhen Qi's ability to operate and recover would be greatly compromised.

Fortunately, the speed is not too bad, coupled with the accumulated experience of many life-and-death battles, combined with the infuriating bombs from time to time, can I barely hold on to the present.

Unexpectedly, the infuriating bullet that was unintentionally figured out would be used so much. Although it is not powerful, it will always leave some traces on the body.

The higher the level of the blood race, the more important they are to their appearance. They don't want to be embarrassed when they take the lead. This will be regarded as a shame.

But now Tomogierde is not in a hurry. The whole situation is firmly controlled by him. Although he has also lost a few right-hand men, if Fang Yang can really be subdued, he will not suffer!

As time went by, Fang Yang's nose was already sweaty, and the zhenqi in his body was a little lacking in stamina, and the zhenqi bombs no longer dared to send them randomly.

Tomogild realized that Fang Yang was at the end of the crossbow, suddenly exerted his force, and the speed of the whole person was a little faster, and the angel thorn instantly made a wound on Fang Yang's left arm!

Fang Yang only felt a cold and numb, and then from the location of the wound, there were bursts of pain like ten thousand ants' hearts, and the skin and flesh turned out, looking extraordinarily horrible.

A violent dark breath drove in along the wound and hit Fang Yang's heart! Wherever he went, Fang Yang almost lost control of his body!

Before his body was completely numb, Fang Yang tried his best to fight Tomo Gilde, and took advantage of his strength to shake off three feet away.

Using his sword to squeeze the ground, Fang Yang leaned his back against the cold wall, fully resisting the dark breath entering his body.

Like a gentleman, Tomogild did not rush to attack, but sat down again in front of the fireplace and snapped his fingers.

"Bha~" The lights in the hall turned on again, and the butler who disappeared just now, wondering when he magically reappeared, holding a tray in his hand and delivering a glass of red wine.

Tomogild tasted the red wine while admiring Fang Yang's painful and struggling expression. He seemed to enjoy it very much:

"Isn't it painful? Becoming my servant, you will enjoy endless life and great power!"

"Daydreaming!" Fang Yang gritted his teeth and said with a trembling voice: "I will die, and I won't be a different kind!"

Tomogierde admired Fang Yang's stubbornness very much: "Very well, then I have to see how long you can hold on! If you can't stand it, you can kneel down and beg me at any time!"

Fang Yang gritted his teeth, resisting the invasion of darkness with all his strength, there was no thought to talk to her.

Tomogild was not embarrassed by Fang Yang's non-cooperation: "You don't need to waste your time, the resentment of these angels and undead spirits is not something ordinary people can bear!"

No one has a deeper experience than Fang Yang, who has suffered. It seems that even the soul will be stripped from the body!

The dark breath is very fast, and within a few breaths, it has spread to the position of Fang Yang's heart!

If the heart is eroded by this dark breath, Fang Yang will inevitably become a new blood race! Become Tomogird's slave forever!

Perhaps Fang Yang's own efforts alone seem to be completely unable to prevent this tragedy from happening!

Just when the dark aura was eroding Fang Yang's heart, Xuanniaozhen Longzhu, who had originally occupied this place and had been pretending to be dead recently, finally had a reaction!

I saw bursts of golden light on the Dragon Pillar of Xuanwu Town, protecting Fang Yang's heart in it, making it impossible for that layer of darkness to continue to do whatever he wanted.

What is strange is that Yi Fang Yang's understanding of Xuanniao Town Longzhu almost only takes one action, that is, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, which is not disadvantageous.

But this time, it turned out to be just keeping the opponent out of his heart, which made Fang Yang wonder: Does this dark aura know that the ranks of the Dragon Pillars of Xuanniao Town are similar?

Xuanniaozhen Longzhu compressed the dark breath from the heart to the wound position, and could no longer make any progress.

Two supernatural forces competed in Fang Yang's body, and they were comparable. Fang Yang's body regained consciousness at least temporarily. Of course, the left arm is basically abolished.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yang stood up straight again in Tomogild's surprised gaze. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was still full of fighting spirit:

"Now, do you still think I will kneel down and beg you?"

Tomogird became solemn in front of the rare occasion: "Since I got the angel thorn, at least thousands of people have been injured!"