In the battlefield, Fan suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and the sensory pulse he sent was completely swallowed up by an unknown force, which was a unique ability of the upper-level Zerg.
"Is there a high-level Zerg appearing here?"
Fan's expression tightened.
This was not good news for him.
But the mission is the mission, no matter what appears, he must clear it out.
This is the iron law of the Death Angel, and no one can violate it.
Fanyu carried the heavy aw on his back, adjusted the power of the gryphon in his hand to the maximum, then hid his body as much as possible and rushed towards the area where he sensed nothingness.
When he just approached the periphery of this area, a cold energy immediately locked onto him.
This was not murderous intent, but indifference and ruthlessness that was purer than murderous intent.
Fan could even feel that his body had begun to become stiff, and every part of his body was filled with fear due to this solemn ruthlessness.
A barefoot little girl approached him at this moment.
In the thick snow everywhere, the little girl's fragile body seemed to fall at any time.
There were still tears on her immature face that had not yet dried up, and her thighs The horrific blood-red gunshot wound created a cruel beauty on her snow-white skin.
"Tongtong" Fan's expression was a little surprised, because the originator of the cold energy here was the young child in front of him.
The huge scar on Tongtong's thigh is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fan can even see the rapid growth of granulation in the wound.
"Who are you?"
Tongtong tilted her head and spoke.
Her voice was hollow and cold as never before.
There was a purple halo under the purple goggles, and Fan couldn't even see her eyes.
Instinct drove Fan to take corresponding self-defense actions, but even this small action had serious consequences.
"Enemies, kill."
The solemn tone contained absolutely ruthless indifference.
Peng Fan's back hit the wooden wall behind him heavily, and there were deep plow marks on the thick snow.
"Tongtong" Fan couldn't help shouting.
He really couldn't figure out what happened to this child, but he was such an immature child.
He was knocked away with just a casual blow, and he couldn't even do anything about it.
Make any effective resistance, because Tongtong's attack method seems to contain countless changes.
Fan Zeng tried to analyze it with omniscience, but the speed of analysis could not keep up with the speed of her changes.
In this endlessly changing blow, Fan even saw the shadow of gun fighting, or in other words, this was the real gun fighting.
"Tongtong" the little girl tilted her head and murmured softly, as if she remembered something.
"What happened?"
Fan tried his best to sound gentle.
"Enemies, kill."
Tongtong regained her clarity from the confusion and chose to attack Fan again.
"Tongtong" Fan couldn't help but increase his tone again.
From the bottom of his heart, he really didn't want to hurt this little girl, but reality didn't seem to allow him to do so.
Tongtong's attacks became more and more fierce, and Ling Fan finally had to give up hiding his strength.
"Overclocking" Fan took a deep breath.
At this moment, every ability cell in his body was trembling with excitement.
It was through this rhythmic trembling that the power hidden in the ability cells was transmitted. to the whole body.
Fan's body was as hot as a ball of fire, and the fighting was constantly stimulating his body and stimulating his urge to release this power.
Fan finally took action, as fast as a bolt of lightning.
The power and speed beyond the limits of the body are terrifying.
In this short moment, Fan completely got rid of Tongtong's suppression and firmly controlled the rhythm of the battle in his own hands.
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The power of the battle between the two was terrifying.
Thick snow flew up from the ground, completely covering up the figures of the two.
All obstacles that blocked the path between the two could not escape the fate of destruction. .
Fan didn't want to kill Tongtong, so from the moment he launched the overclocking, he tried to find loopholes in Tongtong's attack to end the battle.
But what surprised him was that Tongtong's attack method was almost invulnerable.
Except for being suppressed by himself at the beginning, it became more and more difficult for him in the subsequent battles.
As time went on, Fan began to feel a little powerless.
Overclocking was a huge strain on his body, and he could not maintain the overclocking state for a long time.
The vibration frequency of his ability cells has begun to decline, and his body has begun to feel more and more tired.
Fan's attacks are getting heavier and heavier.
What he needs now is to resolve the battle immediately.
Tongtong, who is fighting with him, is like a huge sponge.
He is constantly absorbing experience in the fight with him.
At the beginning, Fan is still stable.
He firmly had the upper hand, but slowly Tongtong was able to compete with Fan.
A trace of final struggle flashed across Fan's face, and he finally stopped holding on to Tong Tong.
If the battle was not resolved now, he would probably be defeated by Tong Tong in the end.
The "violent" sound like a lion and an eagle finally appeared.
Fan finally activated the eagle's sword light, and the red sword curtain slashed towards Tongtong at lightning speed.
This sword reached the limit and even completely surpassed it. beyond the speed that human vision can capture.
Fan rushed out from the falling snow curtain.
The red light looked extremely dazzling against the snow-white background.
The red light appeared for a moment and disappeared in an instant.
Fan knelt on one knee, and his heavy breathing became the only sound in this silent area.
A drop of bright red blood dripped from the hilt of the griffin's sword onto the white snow, like crimson dotted with white satin.
Fan's left hand held his right arm tightly, and the pain spread along his right arm and almost spread all over his body.
His right arm was dislocated by Tongtong in the final blow.
He admitted that he flinched at the last moment.
This was an experience he had never had before.
In a real battle, Fan was always able to suppress everything with reason.
But this time he finally realized the cost of being swayed by emotion.
Behind him, Tongtong, who was standing quietly, turned around, with a small cut on her cheek still bleeding slightly.
"Blood."
Tongtong murmured softly, brushing her cheek with her right hand, and then tasted the red blood droplets on her fingertips, and then her expression suddenly became ferocious.
"Whoever hurts me will die."
The bright purple light passed through the goggles and completely enveloped Fan, just like it enveloped Kaimen before.
As for Fan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, his chest seemed to be pressed by a mountain and it was difficult to breathe.
An extremely powerful purple will suddenly descended on Brahman's consciousness, as solemn as a god and as ruthless as a demon.
The purple will penetrates from every exposed skin of Brahman into Brahman's body.
Van's fate seems to have been determined at this moment, destined to become a twisted mummy.
But another point of will in this desperate situation has become Brahma's last hope, which is the darkness that annihilates everything and the coldness that annihilates everything.
This bit of black light lit up every ability cell in Brahman, or in other words, it was the ability cells that produced this bit of black light.
The black will just let out a roar, and the purple color that was spreading in every cell in Fan's body, like the fear of a natural enemy in person, retreated quickly like a tide, without any residue leaving Fan's body.
Body.
"King" Tongtong's originally expressionless face was filled with disbelieving surprise.
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The purple that spread out from her eyes completely lost its effect.
Just like the previous battle that took place in Fan's body, Fan once again defeated this purple will.
The only difference is that the indiscernible light that the Brahma power cells once produced has finally become the purest darkness at this moment.
Fan, who survived the disaster, only remained sluggish for a moment.
He Fan endured the pain caused by overdraft in his body and rolled behind Tongtong, who was still in shock.
A knife from his left hand severely cut the back of Tongtong's head, and Tongtong finally fell down after suffering the heavy blow.
Fan breathed heavily, he was very lucky, and indeed worthy of being lucky.
Although he didn't know what happened just now, what he was sure of was that his ability cells saved his life again.
At this moment, Fan also couldn't figure out how the young and immature Tongtong could generate such a powerful force, so powerful that he could hardly resist.
But after he got rid of the doubts in his heart, the inevitable choice finally appeared again.
Killing or not killing, there can only be one outcome.
No matter what the outcome of the confrontation between the organization and the self, the end may be hell.
At this moment, looking at the other team members galloping in the distance, Fan knew that he had to make a decision immediately.
Finally, Fan raised the Colt Python with his trembling left arm, and pointed the gun at Tongtong, who fell to the ground and fell into coma.
Tongtong's snow-white shoulder-length hair is as smooth as satin, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly in the wind, like helpless grass.
On her young and lovely face, a shallow scar still remains.
Bloodshot.
The intense struggle was still clearly visible on Fan's face.
When the footsteps in the distance got closer and closer, Fan finally stopped hesitating and pressed his left index finger tightly on the trigger.
"Pa" Colt's brutal gunfire became the last swan song in the entire valley
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