Chapter 59: Open your eyes and see the cat (please read it on Tuesday!)
Looking at the giant centipede that was rushing towards him, Fang Ling's breathing was rapid and heavy.
Sweat dripped into his eyes and into the cracks on his body, but he seemed not to notice it.
There was a feeling of tension and determination surrounding him.
His eyes were like a cheetah locking its prey, its pupils staring straight ahead.
His movements were gentle and slow, revealing a determination that put life and death at risk.
The corners of Fang Ling's mouth rose slightly, and a faint smile appeared at some point.
Despite the extreme danger, there was still fighting spirit in his eyes.
This may be his last dance in this life.
If he really died, he still hoped to die with a smile.
The centipede is approaching at a very fast speed, its fangs are wide open, and the poisonous mist that bites people is filling the air, almost close at hand.
Fang Ling felt dizzy, but his judgment was not affected.
Aim accurately.
Then, now!
"Kill!"
There was a sudden roar, and his emotions were instantly ignited.
The heart beat violently, as if it was about to break through the constraints of the chest, and the blood rushed through the blood vessels, shooting straight into the sky with unstoppable power.
Because the sickle now only has a short length, and it needs to kill the opponent through its mouthparts, he changed the way he fights.
Instead of slashing with a swing, he stabbed straight ahead.
All the remaining soul power, the last remaining 10% of the soul power, rushes wildly through the meridians in the body, passing through every small vein with an unstoppable force, converging into an unprecedented force.
Like a river bursting its banks or a volcano erupting, everything poured into the second soul ring.
With a kind of destructive power, it shuttled and gathered, and finally condensed into a dazzling stream of light on the incomplete sickle blade.
The huge venomous fang was about to hit Fang Ling in the stomach.
The thorn of the incomplete sickle is about to penetrate into the centipede's mouth.
The sharp wind was mixed with the fishy and poisonous smell, which made Fang Ling feel even heavier.
Something is not right.
But there was no retreat and no way to escape, so he could only take this gamble.
Whether it's life or death, you'll know immediately!
The two were about to collide violently, and a black shadow with cat ears suddenly entered Fang Ling's sight.
"Someone comes to the rescue!"
As soon as Fang Ling realized this, a burst of ecstasy surged in his heart.
No matter who comes or what their purpose is, it is of course best to survive.
The movement could no longer be stopped, and he saw the man put his claws against his incomplete sickle, preventing it from moving forward.
Then he violently pressed the centipede to the ground with one hand, making a huge explosion.
"Boom——"
The huge tree roots were splattered with sawdust and the soil was scattered.
The hard carapace was broken every inch and was completely dented. Purple poisonous blood spattered everywhere, and he died on the spot.
The man with black fur on his body, cat ears on his head, and dark pupils said with a smile: "Boy, you should feel lucky."
A senior soul master of the Black Cat Martial Spirit?
Fang Ling felt relieved, not hearing what he said, and the joy of surviving successfully came to his heart.
The tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and the fatigue and accumulated pain erupted like a flood. In an instant, he lost consciousness and fell forward.
He is not worried about the soul bone being discovered.
The external soul bone given to him by the Cyclops Antelope is quite special. The enhancement of his jumping ability is more passive. It can be enhanced with soul power and does not need to be displayed externally.
Theoretically speaking, the explosive expertise does not require the soul bone to be displayed.
Because in the final analysis, this is just a skill that condenses soul power and then explodes.
The soul bone only served to protect his feet.
As long as the physical body can withstand the reaction force caused by the soul skill, it is not afraid of blowing one's feet to pieces.
"Oh, boy!" The thin middle-aged man with the martial spirit of a black cat saw Fang Ling fainting and quickly caught him.
He didn't pay attention to the blood flowing on his body, and stared at Fang Ling's clothes that were soaked in red and the openings in the skin, with a trace of unconcealable amazement flashing in his eyes.
What kind of hardships do you have to go through to develop such a strong will?
He was sighing in his heart, and at the same time he ducked and took Fang Ling back to the team.
"Uncle Li, how are you? Are you rescued?"
When the pretty little girl saw Fang Ling, who was still alive and dead in her arms, she raised her eyebrows slightly and asked softly.
"Of course, miss, Lao Li, I am a powerful agility-attack soul saint."
Showing off a little proudly, he placed Fang Ling in a tent and explained in a low voice: "This guy may have fainted because he was too tired or too injured."
"Look, Miss?"
The little girl he called Miss didn't think too much and casually called the other person.
"Auntie Mei, come and help me."
"Yes, miss." A beautiful young woman nodded gently.
Summoning the martial soul, green light fell on Fang Ling, surrounded by five yellow, purple, purple and black soul rings, making him look like a powerful healing soul king.
Under her treatment, Fang Ling's wounds began to heal quickly.
While being treated, the little girl looked at him silently.
The child in front of me is not good-looking, and certainly not ugly. He can probably be considered a little handsome.
I wanted to save him just now because I saw that he was lame in one leg, but at the level of a great soul master, he was still determined and never gave up when faced with a thousand-year-old soul beast.
This reminded her of herself, who was about to face a desperate future alone.
Now that I looked closer, I suddenly felt that my martial soul was aroused by something, causing it to throb for a moment.
Being able to activate martial spirits, could it be possible that he had the martial soul fusion skill with a stranger when he just met her?
How is this possible?
It should be the coward who ran away, not this one.
The beautiful little girl was shocked and couldn't believe it. She wanted to feel more carefully, but this feeling disappeared all of a sudden.
Just an illusion?
The little girl approached cautiously, observing more closely.
He also touched Fang Ling's forehead with his white and tender fingers.
At this moment, Fang Ling regained consciousness and regained his consciousness.
When he opened his eyes and saw this scene, a noble girl with beautiful appearance and good figure touched his forehead with her delicate jade fingers.
What's going on?
Looking into those beautiful eyes, he was a little sluggish, a blush instantly appeared on his face, and he said hello with a little embarrassment:
"Hello, my name is Fang Ling."
The beautiful girl was stunned for a moment, then retracted her fingers like lightning.
As if she had been discovered as a thief, her face turned red.
At a loss, he hurriedly touched the beautiful long hair to make himself look a little busy, and then whispered back: "My name is Zhu Zhuqing."
"Zhu Zhuqing?!"
Fang Ling was shocked and stared at her as she walked away quickly as if nothing happened.
No wonder he has such a good figure, looks so handsome, has a cold face, and is so noble.
It turned out to be a cat.
He was in high spirits. Not only was he surprised by the name, but he also noticed a faint throbbing from the sickle spirit.
Could it be possible, martial soul fusion skills? !
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(End of chapter)