Qing slowly put down the gun in his hand.
In fact, he may not be able to hit if he takes action, but at that moment a trace of curiosity flashed in his heart and he restrained his intention to shoot. The other party's actions were obviously interesting. He changed the direction of the gun point for the second time and did not fire. His intention was very concealed. The live broadcast room was filled with smoke and smoke at that time. It was obvious that most people did not read his intention - but this is normal, after all, they are That level.
But the other party made the correct judgment twice in a row. Is this a coincidence? Or is he gifted? Or is there something else to rely on? But if there was another way to rely on, the only thing he could think of was Hailin Crown.
He walked forward.
"Did I escape?" Fang Pliong asked in a low voice while running.
R was noncommittal. In fact, he had not said a word since before.
"He didn't take action, Ed." On the other end of the video, the girl with eyes like a star flower twitched her long silver ears slightly and replied, "He is also reading your intentions, so be careful."
He, read my intentions? Fang Yu was greatly surprised. With the opponent's level of strength, what's the use of reading his own intentions? But a word came to his mind - caution, just like a hunter examining his prey, coldly and accurately, without using any extra effort. This is exactly the law of nature for hunters.
But when it falls on one person, it only reminds people of a cautious and powerful opponent, which is the type that makes people feel the most troublesome.
A silver light emerged from the darkness.
Fang Yu was startled for a moment before he saw clearly that it was a straight line, written by R. It was the mark that the latter projected into his system's enhanced vision. "Ed, back there." It was at this moment that Miya's voice came again.
Almost silently, a green spear parted the darkness. It came first, passed through his right side, and blocked his way forward with one shot.
Fang Yu's heart tightened, but he also realized that the opponent did not kill him. He turned around and saw a blue shadow floating behind him like a ghost, but it was just the afterimage of the opponent's last attack. As soon as Fang Yu raised his hand, he saw Qing already appearing in front of him——
He subconsciously took a step back, but Qing Ye moved to the left, and his speed was almost the same as that of Flash, and he still kept up with him. Then he raised his hand and struck with an elbow. Before Fang Plover could even see the shadow of the opponent's right hand clearly, he felt a huge force coming from his chest, and his whole body flew into the air, flying four or five meters away.
He hit a rock wall hard and slid down again. The magic furnace made a loud clatter and many parts fell down. But Fang Yu's immediate reaction was to check the working condition of his magic furnace when he saw stars in his eyes. The efficiency dropped by 20% and the failure rate increased by half.
But it can still be used.
Fang Yu stood up, gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher...ahem, I blocked it."
R said nothing.
But when Fang Plover raised his head, he was slightly startled.
In the darkness, a silver line was extending to the right, and like a bolt of lightning that separated the dark night sky, it was falling into his heart——
Qing raised his right hand into a knife and slowly lowered it, looking at this scene with some surprise. The opponent didn't faint after taking a hit from him. Everyone in the live broadcast room was discussing how high this guy's defense was.
But he understands.
Even at the last moment, the opponent reacted and made half a step in the most ideal direction. Otherwise, this blow would take away at least two-thirds of the opponent's life. According to the self-protection rules of Etalia's life form, it should fall into a state of shock.
But that’s about it.
He didn't intend to cause trouble and give a combat craftsman time to release his flexible structure, so he took a step forward and divided his body into four.
It was not a clone technique, it was just Qing's four changes of direction from left to right. Fang Plover's dynamic vision could no longer catch up to its limit. Four shadows with different movements were projected on the retina. But he still gritted his teeth and raised his hands bravely.
The silver line is still extending forward.
A soft sound.
The first half of the claw of 'The Pride of the Lone King' flew out of his hand, exactly in the direction pointed by the silver thread.
There was a long arc of light in the darkness, sparks flying.
At this moment, everyone in Qing's live broadcast room couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Huh?"
Qing turned around in mid-air, waved his hand, and knocked Fang Plover's flying claw away. But the shock in my heart was extraordinary. How did the other party capture it - that was just a combat craftsman, a newcomer!
His thoughts flashed like lightning, and he immediately stopped on the spot, then turned again, leaving seven or eight consecutive shadows in Fang Plover's field of vision, and finally jumped.
And above Fang Plover's retina, there was a silver light flying back to him - he didn't need to look at Qing, he just needed to look at the silver light, and at the same time he gritted his teeth and opened the shield to the maximum, then raised his left hand to strengthen it. Gloves.
The silver light folded down, and he blocked it with his left hand. There was another firelight in the darkness, and the force hit him almost off balance. The shield plug-in on the magic furnace also exploded with a ball of sparks and was declared scrapped. But the silver light didn't stop for a moment, turning to the middle again.
While Fang Plover leaned back with his left hand, he launched a rocket flying claw. Qingzheng punched him, but it hit the rocket claw, sparks flew, and his left fist flew out.
After missing two consecutive blows, Qing's face was still indifferent, but his heart was already shaken. He almost had a love for talent, and while taking a step back, he still had time to ask: "Hand over the Hailin Crown, and I won't kill you."
Fang Yu staggered back. How could he have the strength to answer? But when the other party mentioned Hailin Crown, he was greatly surprised.
He only thought that the other party was from the Dragon Fire Guild, so he raised his left hand and gave a middle finger without thinking.
But before the action was completed, he saw the opponent's right hand turned into a whip and swung a hand knife towards him. "!?" He couldn't help but cursed in his heart that the other party was going too far and didn't even give him a chance to breathe.
At this moment, the silver line turned to the upper left, Fang Plover took a step back, and his right hand "clicked" to withdraw the pride of the lonely king. He raised his right hand again and used it as a block with his chest.
This blow hit the 'Lone King's Pride', and he could almost hear a heart-wrenching groan coming from his reinforced gloves. With the strength of the legendary equipment, it was almost hit by the opponent's hand knife. To be scrapped.
Fang Yu didn't have time to worry about his equipment, because a huge force had already passed through his arm, hit his chest, and swept him away. He landed heavily on the ground and heard the sound of the bones in his right hand breaking.
There is almost no feeling in my right hand.
The three fights are a long story, but in reality they were nothing more than a flash of lightning. The audience in the live broadcast room had no time to clearly see the movements of the two people. They could only see three bangs and three sparks blooming in the darkness. Qing attacked three times in a row, but it can be said that he failed to achieve full success in all three times.
There was silence in the live broadcast room, and everyone was completely stunned. Fang Plover's three blocks were almost perfect judgment, and the blocks were so beautiful that even as supporters of the enemy, they couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts that it was so beautiful.
Some fights are like art, enough to leave the deepest impression on people.
Although it was only three short battles, it was enough for these people to remember the appearance of this young man - what people like Ru Qing actually fear most is not meeting well-matched opponents and high-quality competitions. And fans like them, why don’t they want to see a pleasing fight?
But after this brief illusion passed, people suddenly thought of another problem - the other party was not an equal opponent, just a newcomer. A newcomer who was completely unable to raise his head when facing Qin Zhi in the Dawn Star Forest.
The other party has actually grown to this point?
how can that be possible?
Many people couldn't help but recall the statement widely circulated in the community. In the next twenty years, has the next generation of the ten kings of the Chinese competition region been born? The Gray King FOX is close to retiring. Will the next one of the ten kings be decided among the battle craftsmen first?
Some people say it will be Loofah, but some people will involuntarily have a shadow flash in their hearts.
That shadow once touched the hearts of many people underground on Fenris Island.
Qing himself was stunned for a moment.
Others may not know it clearly, but at that moment before, he really had the illusion that he was fighting an opponent who was not inferior to him. He didn't know if he was thinking too much, because he could almost feel that the other party's judgment and intuition about the battle were almost overwhelming him in all directions.
But how is that possible?
The fact is that the other party behaves how a new person should behave.
He said nothing, only stretched out his hand, and the spear at the side automatically flew into his hand. He held the emerald spear in his hand, and there was only determination in his heart. He had noticed a trace of uneasiness, and with his caution, he would never let this uneasiness spread and grow.
Qing raised his spear and swung it forward with all his strength, and two intertwined light blades flew into the darkness.
Everyone in the live broadcast room could see at this moment that Qing was serious about it.
The light blade seemed to be very slow, but in fact it was very fast - the blade swept across it and plowed a ravine in the rear. Wherever it passed, the lava was bent backwards.
In Fang Plover's eyes, it looked like a pair of white fangs biting straight at him. The superior one - as soon as he saw this light, he understood in his heart that his opponent turned out to be a selector from the second world.
Only the chosen ones in the second world can make the magic power become particles over such a long distance. The other party hadn't used all his strength before, so this idea flashed across his mind, but fortunately, the other party didn't kill him as soon as he came up.
But at this moment, this blow could no longer keep him.
The silver line bent in a very far direction, a hundred feet away, and R didn't seem to care at all whether he could reach that place in one go.
But at the moment when Fang Plover flew out, his left hand had already firmly caught the flying claw that flew back, and held it gently. A light blue light door also opened from behind him, and a graceful silver figure appeared from behind him and struck him with the blades of both hands.
Fluorescence flashed from Angel Angel's body, and then the two of them turned into ether together. Between the interlacing of light and shadow, two light gates opened one by one.
The 'two people' continuously passed between the two light doors and retreated. The next moment, the light blade almost swept past the 'two people' and hit the rock wall in that direction. After a while, the mountain shook, leaving two staggered slashes.
Qing's attack failed again, but no one in the live broadcast room dared to speak——
Everyone could see at this moment that the young man opposite them was actually not strong, just like his identity - a combat craftsman who was still a novice. But the opponent's fighting will and judgment are simply wonderful.
This wonderful thing would be enough to make anyone applaud anywhere, but here, the young man was the enemy of their supporters.
What's more important is that the descendant of Flor actually has a long-standing grudge with the other party.
"how come?"
Qing Ye frowned, glanced at the direction where Fang Plover disappeared, and silently put away his spear. At that last moment, he seemed to have caught something. The thought flashed through his mind and disappeared without a trace.
The other side of the cave.
Fang Yu's right hand hung weakly, and with the help of the capable angel, he stood up from the ground. He fumbled for the life potion from his pocket with his left hand, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
He glanced back and saw that the Angel's two flashes were definitely not enough to escape the opponent's pursuit, but it was pitch black in that direction, and he didn't know when the opponent would catch up. But after a round of fighting, he felt a little more confident.
That person came from the second world, and he was actually able to go through a round under the opponent's hands. He let out a breath, and he still felt a little unreal. Of course, this is not his fault alone.
He looked at Miya and then at R. For the first time, he felt from the two of them the strength of a truly top selector.
"Ed," Miya suddenly said at this time: "The other party is not from the Dragon Fire Guild."
Fang Plover was slightly startled.
"The descendant of Flor," R spoke for the first time after such a long time: "The Spear of Cang, the leader of the Cang Tour Group."
There was a different meaning in his voice, and he looked at Fang Plover: "Do you know who that is?"
"Captain of the brigade?"
Fang Plover himself was shocked. This is not one of those half-assed brigades in the first world, but a brigades in the second world. How can they be ordinary people, let alone the leader of the brigade. I actually got away with a real brigade leader. Isn't this a joke?
But what R said next made him almost faint: "This title is actually the title of Dragon Knight."
"ah?"
Fang Yu suddenly felt that he was doomed. If the other party summoned the dragon knight, would he still survive? Not to mention dodging, the other party can kill him with just a move of his fingers. But are the dragon knights in the second world really so free to trouble a newcomer like him?
And why are people descended from Flor here?
"What are you going to do?" R asked.
Fang Yu gently pressed the location of the Golden Flame Ring with his left hand.
He raised his head and looked in one direction, and the ring was exuding scorching heat on his chest - he let go of his hand, and a ray of light that only he could see extended forward in the darkness and pointed in that direction.
And there, there was only darkness.
But no matter what, he had to get the dragon's heart back.
He suddenly felt something in his heart, and when he turned around, he saw Qing Yi holding a spear, appearing on the other side of the cave. Obviously, the other party had no intention of letting him go. He relied on the angel to escape for a lifetime, but he could not escape forever.
What's more, it was beyond the other party's expectations the first time. If he does this again, there's no guarantee what will happen.
As soon as Qing appeared in that direction, his figure immediately flashed and disappeared from his sight. Fang Yuan's heart was full of warning signs. He knew that if the other party moved, he would appear next to him the next moment. With his perception ability, he basically couldn't catch up with the other party's speed.
But luckily he's not the only one here.
R said: "The left side."
Fang Yu only had time to turn around, and the shadow of a gun flashed out of the corner of his eye, and he subconsciously asked the capable angel to block it. But after a loud noise, the construct flew back, hit him, and knocked him away.
He fell to the ground again, and felt a sharp pain in his right arm, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all. He immediately raised his head and saw the silver line in that direction folding back first. But his right hand had completely lost consciousness at this moment, hanging almost powerlessly, and he could no longer take action.
He only subconsciously wanted to retreat.
However, R's cold voice came: "If you quit, you will be dead."
He added: "You only have one chance, but only if you can seize it."
"Follow my orders."
In an instant, Fang Plover actually lost the last chance to dodge. After the light and shadow passed by each other, Qing almost immediately appeared on his side. There was almost no intermediate process from the opponent's starting to arriving.
The silver mark flashed past, and all Fang Plover could see was the cold gleaming gun blade, infinitely magnified in his field of vision.
But at that moment, under R's instructions, the silver threads suddenly spread out, forming glittering dots distributed in the darkness. Only Fang Plover clearly understood what these rays of light were like stars.
The tacit teacher-student understanding formed between the two many years ago almost does not need to be conveyed in words at this moment.
Just when everyone thought Fang Plover was going to die from this shot, Qing saw a silver light in the corner of his eye.
That is Fang Plover's powerful angel.
Suddenly, there was a trembling sound.
No one could see clearly how the blade arm in the construct's hand blocked Qing's spear. After a splash of sparks, the capable angel flew backwards. But after Qing blocked the sword, he made a fatal mistake.
He froze on the spot for a moment and did not attack immediately. And it was this moment of confusion that gave Fang Plover the opportunity to summon the second powerful angel. As soon as the blue light appeared, the second light gate suddenly opened.
The capable angel launched an attack first and thrust his sword at the opponent. However, this sword did not attack the enemy to save him, but only pointed at the spear in Qing's hand.
Qing tried to get around it, but to no avail, and another burst of fire burst out.
Then came the third capable angel, and Qing felt a chill in his heart - he couldn't help but look at Fang Plover. But Fang Yu didn't look at him at all. He only kept changing the control gestures of his left hand. The three powerful angels retreated and I advanced, attacking in no particular order.
In the eyes of others, this round of offensive was so quick that Qing was at a disadvantage and had to defend passively.
But in the final blow, the Energizer couldn't bear the power anymore, and half of his arm split open, turning into pieces and flying out. But even so, the construct still turned around in mid-air without moving forward, and stabbed Qing's neck with a sword.
This sword was so dangerous that everyone in the live broadcast room couldn't help but scream, almost thinking that Qing was going to be hit by the sword. But it turned out that they were just overthinking it. With a backhand strike from Qing, he shot the Archangel who was desperately trying to attack back to the state of parts.
But after this shot, the live broadcast room was filled with silence.
Why does the other party have the ability to fight back?
In fact, Fang Yu himself was completely stunned.
Because this round of attacks actually has nothing to do with him——
He was just following R's orders, telling the angel how to draw the sword and when to draw the sword. And those distributed light spots are exactly the windows for each sword draw indicated by R. As long as Qing moves, the light spots in the corresponding direction will light up.
The only thing he needs to do is that his reaction ability needs to keep up with the other party's judgment.
Under this round of command, his three capable angels behaved like three sword masters. If Angel Angel's own attributes were not too low, he might have killed the brigade leader in this round of attacks.
What is this concept?
Qing's face was also extremely ugly. Although his opponent was obviously far weaker than him, after this round of fighting, he actually felt that his hands were shaking slightly. He looked at the other party with an incredible look:
"...Holy Sword Duan Kong...Sword Master R?"
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