Chapter 1868: Plant Seedbed (18)
What is this, the White-Hot Knight?
Be 100% sure before paying that there was nothing in that position just now.
The attacker suddenly appeared, giving the impression that he had walked out of some incredible time and space through the curtain he said.
Although it is different from the Prison Archangel’s Thousand Strikes in a Moment and does not have such an outrageous mechanism, this five-speed chain of light is still terrifying.
Not only is it fast, but its power is also exaggerated.
In Fu Qian's judgment, if he hadn't realized something was wrong the moment he started the blood crusade, even the body of a false god would not have been able to resist.
The evidence is that even if you dodge in time, there is still a wound on the chest.
There are no fancy special effects, just pure destructive power.
The degree is even so exaggerated that it almost penetrates through the external flesh and blood structure and penetrates into the original self.
The consequence is that even the recovery speed of the wound is affected to a certain extent.
The reason why it is so amazing is simple. The opponent does not seem to be at a disadvantage in terms of rank.
That’s right, the five-stabbing figure was accompanied by unabashed oppression.
This suspected second knight who appeared so accurately is almost certainly the same second-order knight as himself.
This mission is really exciting.
While sighing, Fu Qian carefully observed this high-level transcendent.
He is a head taller than himself in the form of a glorious tyrant, and his overly thin body makes his limbs appear particularly long.
The longer one is the sword in his hand.
The sword held in the left hand, which is almost as high as a human, has a pure white color that has transcended the category of light wandering on it, making it seem a bit unreal.
The five consecutive stabs just now were made from it.
Apart from that, the whole body of the visitor has almost the same look and feel.
Even though the proportions are special, the body is still full of majesty, all wrapped in a layer of silver-white armor.
But it is different from the general style of this kind of armor. Although it is metal, it gives people a gauze-like texture. With the excessively beautiful and exquisite patterns, it looks like a dress at first glance. More than armor.
There is no place for eyes even on the head.
All in all, the look and feel is much better than the previous Plague Knight.
Just don’t talk too much.
After losing the target in one blow, this person didn't even say harsh words to others. Instead, he looked like a ghost, slashing continuously in all directions with movements that were almost hard to catch.
……
The goal is not yourself.
Fu Qian, who had not moved, was completely sure of this, and could even probably guess what the other party wanted to do.
The already exaggeratedly long swords were criss-crossed, and the white color seemed to shine through from above. It only took five swords to cut it in all directions.
After doing all this, the movement suddenly stopped as if there was no inertia. The white-hot knight pointed his sword in this direction again in a gesture similar to a salute.
I still can’t see myself, but I don’t seem to be able to leave.
After watching the other party's movements calmly, Fu Qian sighed silently while recovering from the injury on his chest.
Although I haven't really tried it yet, Fu Qian is quite sure that the place where the big sword just cut has now been covered with a layer of barrier.
What he did just now was not to vent his anger because he lost his target, but to trap himself in hiding.
Contrary to the previous colleagues, White Hot Knight stands out as a ruthless person who doesn't say much, and seems to have turned into a pure killing machine.
Every time the sword fell just now, there seemed to be changes taking place like a dislocation of time and space.
So much so that my perception at this moment is almost completely limited to a square space, formed by the interlacing of huge planes cut out by the five swords just now. This white-hot knight does not seem to have the ability to strike across dimensions, but it is not without countermeasures. He actually used this method to create a prison and trap himself here.
Even if you are in the state of blood conquest, you will be restricted.
And it seems that the only way to leave is to deal with him first.
I just don’t know if he will make a millimeter-level cut in this space next if he doesn’t go out.
And what will be the consequences if we really do that?
Of course the cuboid has six sides, and the only place that has not been closed is the foot.
But don’t forget that your mission goal is to find someone.
As the last level of the prison, if Maiden La Nina didn't dig a tunnel to hide further down, there doesn't seem to be much point in running there.
Interesting means, what a pleasure to meet.
Observing the current situation, even though he knew that the other party could not see him, he still bowed slightly and returned the gift.
And at the next moment, the Blood Conquest was lifted together.
As expected.
Almost instantly, the white five companies appeared, and the other party really didn’t have the slightest desire to communicate.
Fortunately, Fu Qian had no expectations for this, so he punched out at the same time.
Your Excellency may be tall, have long legs, and have unparalleled swordsmanship, but this ordinary punch of mine is also blind, but please appreciate it.
In addition, although everyone is taking the physical route of stacking attacks, Fu Mou has never fallen short of the health bar.
...
Pfft——
It feels really special.
The White Hot Knight seemed to be very agile. While he was attacking relentlessly, he even did not forget to dodge subconsciously.
Unfortunately, for his opponent, this response is not sincere enough.
While his chest was directly opened and his mind was opened, Fu Qian's fist also penetrated the gorgeous thin armor and even the body underneath.
Bulingbuling's.
This is the first feeling before paying.
The armor is by no means an empty shell, there are really people inside.
It’s just that the body of this white-hot knight has always felt that it is no longer a flesh-and-blood structure in the ordinary sense.
Although skin and bones can be touched, and the touch is still essentially different from iron and stone, the basic parts that make up these feel like there has been some essential change.
It’s like the structure is still there, but every cell has turned into crystal clear crystal sand.
It's really wonderful, but it's a pity that this feeling can only be experienced for a short moment.
After his body was directly penetrated by this punch, the White-Hot Knight was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to get a critical hit on his internal organs.
While Fu Qian was left with horrific wounds on his upper body, he decisively gave up the follow-up pursuit and directly swept the person back.
It can be seen that even if only the fighting instinct is left, this kind of injury-for-injury outcome is still something he tries his best to avoid.
But it doesn’t matter, you don’t have to chase me.
The fist was not fully retracted, and the next moment hundreds of tentacles exploded directly from Fu Qian's body, and even the tentacles were covered with white barbs.
With the addition of dimensional poison, every corner of this space was submerged.