In an instant, a knife fell from the sky.
Lang Hua only had time to dodge to the side.
He watched helplessly as the blue scimitar blade fell from in front of him.
Because they were too close, the wind strands cut by the sharp blade swept across his face, stinging Lang Hua's face slightly.
Immediately afterwards, the light of the blue sword flashed away, and the blade plunged straight into the ground, not only splitting through the stone slab under Lang Hua's feet, but also cutting the dead Shaobao Hall Master in half.
The blood rose up like a fountain, and Lang Hua couldn't avoid it and was sprinkled all over him.
Only then did he see the attacker clearly. He was a little man masked in a red scarf and wearing black armor.
A pair of morning star-like eyes were exposed from the gap in the face towel, reflecting brilliant golden light under the morning light.
Could it be that this little guy is the protector of the Black Blood Altar that the hall master mentioned?
Lang Hua looked a little surprised, but the other party didn't care so much. He was about to slash at him as soon as the blade turned.
In desperation, Lang Hua had no choice but to flip backwards in the air. The Lengyue Scimitar brushed past his body. Lang Hua narrowly dodged the sword and at the same time used several backflips to distance himself from the opponent.
The opponent immediately chased after him, and a long and narrow knife tip penetrated upward from below, aiming directly at Lang Hua's left rib.
"Ding!"
A pair of daggers crossed in a scissors shape stopped the scimitar before the tip pierced Lang Hua's skin.
Huge force came from his wrist, and Lang Hua's face suddenly turned pale.
"You can still have this kind of strength with a left-handed knife..."
Lang Hua's heart sank. Before the two of them were separated, he raised his leg and kicked out, hitting the other person's chest.
The other party obviously did not expect Lang Hua's reaction to be so quick.
Because pain is a natural reaction and the inertia of the human body, thinking will break down the moment it receives an impact. Only through repeated training can one master the offensive instinct under any conditions.
Lang Hua is obviously such a person.
The little protector passively withstood Lang Hua's blow.
It was as if he was hit by a pendulum, and his body was thrown backwards. He rolled countless times on the ground before he could catch the impact.
When he stopped rolling, Lang Hua was already approaching quickly, and was only a dozen steps away from reaching him.
The key to close combat is reaction speed.
It is necessary to be able to withstand the opponent's fierce attack and at the same time look for any opportunity to counterattack. This is what Lang Hua learned from Li Yishan in his previous life.
In order to learn this, he suffered a lot under Li Yishan.
While running, Lang Hua was still alert, his eyes fixed on the opponent. Even if he temporarily gains the upper hand, Lang Hua will not take it lightly.
Sure enough, the little protector suddenly raised his head and threw several things in his hands quickly, heading straight towards Lang Hua.
Lang Hua looked up, as if he could see some metallic luster in the morning sun.
"hidden weapon?"
Without thinking, he immediately stopped and used a pair of daggers to form an airtight shield in front of him.
"ding ding ding" a crisp sound.
dagger still
It is a short sword, and even Lang Hua cannot use it to protect against all hidden weapons.
The only thing he can do is to protect important parts such as his heart and throat.
But I heard a "pop" sound.
A short bullet-headed dart penetrated deeply into Lang Hua's thigh. The half exposed were iron wings like shark fins and a threaded dart tail.
"Fishdart?... He's really ruthless."
Lang Hua knew that this thing had barbs, and if he pulled it out casually, it would hurt him to death.
He saw the silk thread at the end of the dart, and immediately endured the pain and grabbed it with his hand, and cut it off with a knife without saying a word.
But the other party's reaction was not slow at all. There seems to be a release device installed under the man's wrist, and the thread will be automatically retrieved as long as he moves his finger.
A strong force immediately came from Lang Hua's wrist. He used the huge force to barely support his body, and then discovered that the thread was extremely tough.
The cold steel dagger refined by Wu Ke could not be cut open even with three strokes.
"It's modified equipment..."
In the blink of an eye, Lang Hua had made a new decision. He immediately relaxed his muscles and stopped fighting against this force.
Amidst the sound of "噌噌噌"", the thin threads are continuously recycled. But has the other party ever thought that it was not only the fishdarts who followed the silk thread back, but also Lang Hua and his dagger!
This scene looked as if he took the initiative to drag Lang Hua over to kill him.
And because there is a thread connecting the two people, a substantial connection has been created.
If you can't separate them, how can you avoid each other's attacks?
The man hiding under the armor suddenly froze and seemed to have thought of this problem.
Then the roller under his wrist suddenly stopped, and then an unknown switch was moved, and the thread spun rapidly on the roller. A thread floated down from the air, apparently abandoned.
Lang Hua was also stunned for a moment, but his reaction was not slow. He raised his hand and condensed a few ice picks and shot them out.
But the man disappeared from Lang Hua's sight.
No, it's not disappearing. He is in heaven!
At this moment, in the sky above Lang Hua's head, there were more than a dozen silk threads pulling short darts flying in the air, completely covering Lang Hua like a goddess scattering flowers.
It's like a dragnet has been laid.
This situation forced Lang Hua to retreat quickly. While retreating, he did not forget to raise his hand to condense a huge ice shield in mid-air to resist.
There was a "ding-dang-dang" sound.
A dozen iron darts collided with the ice shield in the next moment. Ice shards flew for a while, and criss-crossing cracks quickly appeared in various parts of the ice shield.
At this moment, Lang Hua missed the Miao knife left at Liuyun Helicopter. If Xue Xiao Miao had the knife in hand, why should he be afraid of these evil wire darts?
In fact, both of them knew very well that the hastily condensed high-imitation ice shield would not last long.
But when a black boot broke through the ice shield in mid-air and landed on the ground, Lang Hua, who was originally hiding under the shield, disappeared.
"snort."
A cold snort came from under the armor.
The next moment the plot reversed, the little protector suddenly felt a heat wave falling from the sky.
Looking up, he saw a sea of fire falling from the sky.
But he remained motionless as if he was petrified.
The large ball of flame was like hot magma, instantly igniting wherever it touched.
There is also "magma" falling on the body of this black-armored protector, but this place seems to be a restricted area for flames.
Even if there is a flame falling, it will be extinguished at the moment of contact, like a candle blown out by the wind.
"Immune to fire? Or..."
Lang Hua muttered to himself in confusion, making it impossible to tell where the sound came from.
Then in the sea of fire, in a hidden corner, a three-color flying knife appeared out of thin air, with blue and white colors intersecting on it, and a purple electric arc lingering on it.
This energy flying knife that gathered the crystal energy of water, wind, and electricity suddenly shot out from the corner and went straight to the back of the man's head.
Lang Hua, who had disappeared just now, was hiding under a tree in the southwest of the factory area, watching intently.
When the other party didn't notice, Lang Hua left the place and used light and shadow projection to hide himself.
Compared with Yang Xiaoxiao's orthodox "Phantom", his method was really rough, but the advantage was that the opponent was not prepared, so he was able to fool him.
He saw the flying knife hit the man's neck armor moderately and then shattered. The fragments fell to the ground, and then disintegrated into particles of light and scattered in the wind.
When the physical flying knife was smashed into pieces, the energy flow lingering on it was also instantly annihilated, as if it had been dissolved by some existence, or it seemed to have been absorbed into some unknown vortex and disappeared.
"Hiss...energy immunity?"
Lang Hua took a breath when he saw this.
This kind of ability is rare in the world. It is the top part among attribute and characteristic abilities, and it is also the most difficult part to deal with.
"Miao Dao isn't around either, so it's going to be difficult..."
After the flying knife disintegrated, the sea of fire that failed to achieve success gradually weakened under the influence of energy immunity.
There is not much time left for Lang Hua to consider the next step.
At this time, the scenery in his peripheral vision changed.
When he looked up again, Lang Hua saw that the other party was looking in the direction where he was hiding.
"Has it been discovered?!"
Their eyes met, and the other person's eyes lit up, suddenly showing a hint of gray-blue.
The change of color of the eye pupils is a sign that the evolutionary ability is activated.
The next moment, the figure of the little protector in the sea of fire suddenly faded, and then disappeared little by little as if he was invisible.
This is a long story, but it only takes one second. The man just disappeared in broad daylight.
And not only disappeared from sight, but also disappeared from Lang Hua's fully open field perception.
You must know that when the crystal core field is at the fifth level, its perception skills are enough to cover the entire factory area.
But the other party seemed to have evaporated, and it was impossible to find where he had gone!
Is the other party a human or a ghost? If it was a human being, how could it disappear into thin air?
Lang Hua suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"Sixth level master!"
