In the face of Fang Senyan's painstaking efforts to deal with his great enemy, Lord Fokker, there was nothing at all, at this time, the language was already completely nonsense, his eyes flashed like ghosts, Fang Senyan's hand that grabbed the sword blade was immediately condensed by a bleak chill, and the chill reached his heart.
Update this book Since Fang Senyan had reached the point of being poor at this time, he did not hesitate at this time, and pulled out his backhand.
West, aiming at Lord Falk, slashed Lord Falk's backhand sidebar, and the two weapons slashed in the air, splashing a little chill and blue starlight.
The two of them let out a muffled roar from their throats at the same time, and at the same time, the two of them pressed forward together to press forward the black qi around Lord Falk's body as if it were solid, churning and surging, and the faces of the two were only less than twenty centimeters apart, but there were two sharp weapons in them, and the eyes of both sides seemed to disembowel the enemy Fang Senyan snorted and pressed with force, pressing Lord Falk back half a step.
It can be seen that from the armor on Lord Faulk's shoulder, which had been cut by Sival, a stream of purple-black rotten gas came out, flowing out like blood, and it fell on the ground like sulfuric acid, making a squeaky white breath, which was extremely unpleasant.
At this time, the distance between the two was still only half a meter close, and the strong rotten aura on Lord Falk's body was blowing in his face, but it was already difficult to control his decline, at this time, he fell into Fang Senyan's calculations, and he was indeed in the weakest state: he first teleported through the distance of space with Momoor, and it would cost him half of his black magic ceiling, so it would be difficult to release the ultimate, which was the first bad news.
Leaving one's nest to fight in a different place, the strength will drop by half compared with the heyday at this time, which is the second bad news.
Next, his mount, Momore, was trapped by the undead pirates on the Black Pearl, and the knight naturally didn't need to have more strength after the mount, and his strength dropped by half again Then when he was chasing Fang Senyan again, he went on a killing spree along the way, although the spirit of the person killed by Lord Falk would be converted into his power, but the conversion also needed a process, just like a person who drank nutrients would not take effect immediately, at least through the digestion and absorption of the stomach, large intestine, and intestines.
Those dead huns would not be converted into Lord Falk's instant combat power until three days later, but the dark magic power and energy he spent in the killing process could not be replenished in a short time What's more, in the process, he was also severely injured by Sival, which made his strength drop by half again That is to say, at this time, Lord Falk, who fell into Fang Senyan's calculations, his strength was only one-half by one-half by one-half in the normal state, and among the remaining one-eighth of his strength, Lord Fokker's most powerful disease and cold effect Fang Senyan was still close to immunity, so Fang Senyan had the confidence to dare to single him out alone By the way, it is conceivable that the strength of a Fokker in his heyday can indeed reach the perverted strength of a legendary warship in hand-to-hand combat, of course, with the exception of the Black Pearl "This damn ant" Fock's cold eyes locked on the strange skeleton in front of him, feeling the weakness transmitted from the depths of his body one after another, and the heavier and heavier breathing, and a ridiculous feeling in his heart: Could it be that he abandoned his title, money, and beauty in exchange for infinite power, and he has been looking at the world for more than ten years, and he has not died in the hands of those powerful legends, sacred sacrifices, but he has to be buried in the hands of this ant-like figure who died with a nose After this thought was derived, Lord Falk's cold eyes also became empty in an instant, followed by a ghostly flash of fire As soon as he turned his head, Fang Senyan's Sen Ran long knife slashed at the wound cut by Sival earlier, and the rancid purple-black liquid spurted out, pouring Fang Senyan all over his body.
At the same time, an incomparably cold vortex formed on Lord Fawker's right hand, and then aimed at Fang Senyan and quickly pushed out At this moment, an indescribable low temperature enveloped Fang Senyan's whole body, and that feeling was as if the cold pale cheeks of thousands of dead people were clinging to his skin in an instant, and the death intention of the dead was greedily absorbing the temperature of all life.
The wind hits The clattering sound of ice shattering on the surface of Fang Senyan's body was violently moving, and Lord Falk suddenly raised the Ice Blade Rune Sword in his hand at this time, slashing out from top to bottom With a "roar", there was an extremely cold ice pick arrow from the tip of the rune sword, shooting through the air Fang Senyan barely crossed his blade, and Ten Seven West collided with this ice blade arrow in the air, exploding and shattering, leaving deep marks on the surface of his skull.
As soon as Fang Senyan breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Lord Fudong put his mouth open with a "poof."
A swirling ball of phosphorus fire flew out of his mouth and swooped in.
Fang Senyan's resistance to disease and cold was high at this time, but his resistance to flames was normal.
He was stunned, and he could only have time to catch it.
At this time, the moon disappeared into the clouds again, Fang Senyan returned to his human form, and he could see that the slender scale fire that Lord Falk spewed out was pinched tightly in the palm of his hand, and then squeezed and twisted, just because it was contaminated with fresh flesh, it burned the flesh of his one hand to "sizzle", as if it was an unwilling and rebellious snake, still struggling.
Lord Falk was strict at this time, and he had departed from the essence of the sub-knight, and his sword was more like a magic wand, often based on all kinds of weird black magic.
The difference with the mage is that this guy is also wearing a very heavy plate armor and a very strange and evil mount Seeing that Fang Senyan was about to extinguish the phosphorus fire alive, Lord Falk smashed a backhand punch on the wound on his shoulder, and a large mass of jet-black purple-black liquid sprayed out and poured it on the phosphorus fire.
I saw that the phosphorus fire that was about to be extinguished immediately re-ignited and tumbling and surging, and a distorted and painful face appeared on it, howling in pain, although the location of the decisive battle between the two was on the top of the cliff, but the howls were mixed together, and there was an echo of hitting each other in the confined space, which was terrible and compelling, like a ghost crying god In addition to the sharp momentum, even Fang Senyan's skin and flesh were ignited drop by drop of liquid, and after falling to the ground, a large area of blue and black ghost flames immediately burst out, and even the hard rock was burned with a "crackling" sound.
In the face of this kind of attack that could not be prevented at all, the tragic and bloody feeling rose up in Fang Senyan's heart, and the continuous burning triggered the passive ability on the armor, and his brave and reckless temperament once again churned out from the depths of the spirit, and he actually screamed, and instead of retreating, he drew his sword and slashed at Lord Falk with a raging flame At this point, Lord Falk lost his mount and the disadvantage of casting a spell would be reflected in it, and there would be a cast delay period after he cast the spell.
Therefore, there was no way to dodge, and the angry Fang Senyan violently brandished his long knife to attack and attack, exchanging injuries for injuries The dark blue light flickered continuously, and the piercing sound of chopping flesh and bones kept ringing, and what was even more strange was that with Fang Senyan's last swing, the gloves he was wearing suddenly flashed with silver light, and it could be seen that the humid water vapor in the four directions actually gathered wildly, forming a huge azure bubble that wrapped Lord Falk inside, and it was difficult for him to move half a step inside This is the passive ability of Fang Senyan's newly acquired equipment "Deformed Thick Scales": once the tidal impact is wrapped in this blister, if the blister is not broken, then the guy who gets hit will continue to fall into a state of 80 movement deceleration Lord Falk didn't expect such a situation to happen, he hesitated for a moment, and then ate Fang Senyan's knife, which slashed out two critical effects, and Faok's shoulder was already crisp, half of the plate armor shoulder flew out, and his entire arm drooped down.
Purple-black gas gushed out wildly, turning into relieved faces in the air, and fled frantically.
It seems that Lord Falk has sealed countless painful death huns in his own body, and this is where the power of his magic comes from Fang Senyan did not hesitate at this time, he raised his knife again, there was still a golden light flashing on the mouth West, Odin's divine power blessed it, and the damage to Lord Falk was also extraordinarily great, and then Fang Senyan slashed it hard The knife completely severed Lord Faulk's injured arm, and flew high into the air, showing a parabola that fell to the ground with a clatter.
It's just that at this time, in the other hand of Lord Fokker, there was a cold flash, and a long ice spear was abruptly condensed Looking at the specifications and standards of the ice spear, it was a compulsory weapon for medieval knights, the knight's spear Fang Senyan didn't know that Lord Falk had even reached the top three in the selection of knights in the British Peninsula that year before he fell Then Lord Falk threw his spear, the ice spear, violently I saw that the cold lightning flashed, and it penetrated Fang Senyan's chest, and suddenly, the entire left half of his body was numb, and even the blood that spurted from the wound on his back condensed into a string of bright red ice chips in the air in an instant The ice spear was even more powerful, dragging Fang Senyan out five or six meters, and then nailed it to the rock behind: