"Why are you doing this? He has gone crazy now." Battalion Commander Guo sent a message to Feng Linyi.
Chu Jianbin is indeed crazy.
Even if he had transformed himself into a lich, he shouldn't have been so bold and barged into Feng Lin's award ceremony.
If there is sabotage afterwards, that is just routine revenge. But choosing this moment not only targeted Feng Linyi, but also slapped the Southwest Army Commander in the face.
How could a little Chu Jianbin offend that great being?
If Feng Linyi hadn't taken the initiative, he would have dueled with Chu Jianbin.
No matter how well Chu Jianbin hid his life box, it was completely destroyed.
The immortal attribute of the lich only exists within a given category.
When a strong person who breaks this category appears, the so-called immortality... is simply a big joke.
Feng Linwen showed a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely win!"
Feng Linwen's self-confidence is not an unreasonable feeling of good about himself.
Even if Chu Jianbin surrendered and transformed himself into a lich with the body of a death god in order to obtain a stable 'immortality' attribute, his energy level was still higher than Feng Linhui's.
Feng Linwen is at the fifth level, and Chu Jianbin is at the sixth level.
Without vitality bombs, level five versus level six is very risky.
The usual over-level killing of enemies exists in the same large range.
For example, level four kills level five, or level six kills level seven.
Between the fifth level and the sixth level, there are gods and mortals.
This is a kind of essential difference.
Many people wonder where Feng Linyi's self-confidence comes from.
Not only the viewers on the other side of the live broadcast platform, but also many soldiers on the scene.
They were impressed by Feng Lin's courage, but also secretly laughed at Feng Lin's stupidity.
"Hahaha! Okay! Feng Linwen, you are still a person after all. I promise you, I will fight you. I will make your flesh and blood into the ugliest suture monster, and I will nail your bones to death. On the dirty tombstone, I will let you carry the shame on your back for thousands of years. The soul I want to pull out will be burned day and night with the fire that burns the soul..." Chu Jianbin was like a chatterbox, constantly talking about something These vicious punishments seemed like he had defeated Feng Linye. And started a kind of nonsensical self-pleasure.
Feng Linwen listened so quietly, and the whole world seemed to be quiet for his silence.
No matter how people laugh at him in their hearts, they must respect him at this moment.
This is power, this is strength.
Power is more than just a pair of invincible fists, which can only make people fear, but not awe.
Just like a gangster walking through a busy city with a knife, people will just avoid him. Only when the truly powerful go out to parade in the streets, people will bow their heads deeply, prostrate themselves on the ground, and bow their heads.
On the extraordinary path, glory must truly go to oneself.
But before climbing to the top, power and power will be the best protection.
Better than any magic weapon or magical power.
One step...one step...one step.
Feng Linmo walked towards Chu Jianbin.
His pace is neither fast nor slow.
But with every step he took, everything around him collapsed.
The destruction of the dream brought the monsters that crawled out of death back into the dark abyss, making them unable to struggle.
What's the big deal?
Everything is just a dream.
If you wake up from a dream, then let’s just have another dream, right?
With his position in hand, authorization from the military, and a large amount of resources at his disposal, why should Feng Linfan not be able to recreate the glory of the dreamland and real games?
Those imitators, they can create real games.
But they always lack a particularly special training ground like the special war zone.
This is the most valuable resource and core of Feng Lin's 'game'.
When Feng Linwen walked up to Chu Jianbin, Chu Jianbin had also accumulated his huge death power.
The black crystal ball in his hand bloomed with extremely dark and vicious energy.
That was enough energy to corrode, dissolve, and send a god to death.
There was no more announcement when the black crystal ball was aimed at Feng Linyi.
Behind Feng Linyi, the shadow of the ancient god of death appeared.
It coldly and cruelly waved the huge sickle in its hand, intending to harvest Feng Lin's life.
Feng Linwen raised his hands at the same time.
He took a deep breath, as if matching the breath of the universe, and the next moment the terrifying sword energy burst out from his body.
In the endless thunder, it was as if a scorching sun jumped out of the chaos and lit up the night sky.
Lu Chunyang's swordplay went astray.
This is not Pure Yang, but the extremely domineering Zhi Yang.
But this is Feng Linyi's own thing.
Everything is like a dream, but just like reality.
Under the scorching sun and the din of sword energy, the huge shadow of the ancient god of death seemed to become slightly dimmer.
Get before the scythe of death comes down.
Feng Linwen held a giant blade in his hand, and the terrifying sword light split open the space.
A ray of light... follows the chaos pulled by space and shines into the dark universe.
The fragment of the divine head hanging on Feng Linyi's chest shone brightly.
The ultimate light, absolute light, the light that illuminates everything, even briefly lights up the dark universe.
Let the light of the eternal beacon probe into the depths of darkness.
The spirit butterfly flew out, and in the gap of time, at a moment that did not exist, it jumped to a treasure box.
The terrifying sword energy swept across, splitting the treasure box and piercing the heart hidden inside.
Psylocke disappears.
Feng Linwen reappeared in the same place, as if he had never left.
But Chu Jianbin suddenly covered his heart tightly and pointed at Feng Linhui, trembling his body. Then in the chaos, his body and soul were devoured by endless evil spirits. As the undead battleship burned, It will be completely reduced to the dust of the universe without any trace left.
At this time, the scythe of the ancient Death God's shadow had just barely reached the back of Feng Lin's neck.
It stirred up the hairs on the back of Feng Linwen's neck and goosebumps all over his body.
But in the end it dissipated like smoke and dust, returning to nowhere.
Chu Jianbin, who drove all this, has disappeared, and the attack he left behind naturally can only dissipate.
The fight only lasts for a moment.
Both sides only made one move.
One move can determine life or death.
Very decisive and cruel.
As for the promise that Chu Jianbin must fulfill... Feng Linmo is not worried about this.
Even if he has been wiped out, someone will still give him everything he needs to know.
After all... the commander of the Southwest Army has never canceled his 'following'. His projection has been standing aside, looking at Feng Linmo quietly, and silently supporting him.
Just like a witness to this decisive battle.
Turning around, Feng Linwen waved his hand, and the sword light protruded, tearing apart the starry sky.
"The criminal Chu Jianbin must be punished!"
Wow...!
Whether it was the soldiers on the ten battleships or the audience on the other end of the network, they all started to make noise.
They were all ignited with some kind of passion by this moment of decisive battle.
Facts have proved that a shocking battle does not need to be fought for a long time, it seems to be entangled for a long time.
Touching life and death and doing your best is enough to shock people.
