Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1868 Seedling Bed (XVIII)
What is this, White Heat Knight?

Make 100% sure before paying that there is nothing at that location.

The sudden appearance of the attacker gave people the feeling that he came out from some incredible time and space, through the curtain that he himself had mentioned.

Although it is different from the instant thousand strikes of His Excellency the Archangel of the Prison and does not have such an outrageous mechanism, this light-speed five-hit combo is still terrifying.

Not only is it fast, but it's also incredibly powerful.

In Fu Qian's judgment, if he had not started the bloody conquest the moment he realized something was wrong, even with the body of a pseudo-god, he would not have been able to resist.

The evidence is that even though he dodged in time, there was still a wound on his chest.

There are no fancy special effects, just pure destructive power.

The degree is even so exaggerated that it almost penetrates the external flesh and blood structure and penetrates into the origin of myself.

The consequence is that even the speed of wound recovery 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, along with that five-stabbing figure was an undisguised oppressive force.

This suspected second knight who showed up so accurately was almost certainly a second-level knight like himself.

This task is quite exciting indeed.

While expressing his feelings, Fu Qian carefully observed this high-level extraordinary person.

He is a head taller than himself when he transformed into the Glorious Tyrant, and his overly thin body makes his limbs look particularly long.

And what is even longer is the sword in his hand.

In his left hand, he held a huge sword that was almost as tall as a person. A pure white color that was beyond the realm of light lingered on it, making it seem a little unreal.

The five consecutive stabs just now were made by it.

Apart from that, the whole body of the visitor had almost the same look.

Even with its unusual proportions, its body is still majestic, all wrapped in a layer of silver-white armor.

Different from the general style of this kind of armor, although it is made of metal, it gives people a silk-like texture, and with overly beautiful and exquisite patterns, it looks more like a dress than armor at first glance.

There isn't even room for eyes on the head.

All in all, the viewing experience is much better than the previous Plague Knight.

Just don't talk too much.

After losing the target with one blow, he didn't even stand there and utter a harsh word or call for help. Instead, he slashed around continuously like a ghost with movements that were almost impossible to catch.

……

The target is not yourself.

Fu Qian, who didn't move, was completely sure of this and could even roughly guess what the other party wanted to do.

The swords, which were already exaggeratedly long, were crisscrossed and matched with the white color that seemed to be seeping through them. It only took five swords to cut in all directions.

After doing all this, the movement suddenly stopped as if there was no inertia, and the White-Hot Knight pointed his sword at this side again in a posture that was almost like a salute.

I still couldn’t see myself, but it seemed like I couldn’t leave either.

After watching the other person's actions calmly, Fu Qian sighed silently while recovering from the wound on his chest.

Although he hasn't actually tried it yet, Fu Qian is quite confident that the places that were just slashed by the greatsword are now all covered with a layer of barrier.

The action just now was not to vent anger for losing the target, but to try to trap the hidden self.

In stark contrast to his colleagues above, the White Heat Knight stands out as a ruthless man of few words, and seems to have turned into a pure killing machine.

And every time the sword fell, it seemed as if there was a change in time and space.

As a result, his perception was almost completely confined to a square space, formed by the huge planes cut by the five swords just now. This White Heat Knight did not seem to have the ability to attack across dimensions, but he was not without a way to deal with it. He actually used this method to draw a line on the ground and trapped himself here.

Even if one is in a state of bloody conquest, one will be restricted tightly.

And it seems that the only way to leave is to get rid of him first.

I just don't know if he will make a millimeter-level cut in this space if I don't leave.

And if you really do that, what will be the consequences.

Of course, a cuboid has six faces, and the only place that has not been closed yet is under your feet.

But don't forget that your mission goal is to find someone.

As the last level of the prison, there didn't seem to be much point in running there unless Virgo La Nina dug a tunnel and hid deeper below.

Interesting method, what a pleasure to meet you.

Observing the current situation, although he knew that the other party could not see him, Fu Qian still bowed slightly and returned the greeting.

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And in the next moment, the bloody war was lifted together.

Unsurprisingly.

Almost instantly, five white attacks came in a row. It turned out that the other party had no desire to communicate at all.

Fortunately, Fu Qian had no expectation of this and punched out at the same time.

You may be tall and have long legs, and your swordsmanship may be unparalleled, but this ordinary punch of mine is also blind. Please appreciate it.

In addition, although everyone is taking the physical route of stacking attacks, Fu has never fallen behind in the health bar.

……

puff--

The feel is really special.

The White-Hot Knight obviously seemed to have maxed out his agility. While attacking with all his might, he even did not forget to dodge subconsciously.

Unfortunately, for his opponents, this response was not sincere enough.

While his heart was opened directly to his chest, Fu Qian's fist also pierced through the gorgeous thin armor and even the body underneath.

Bling Bling.

This was Fu Qian’s first feeling.

The armor is not just an empty shell, there is really someone inside.

However, the body of this White-Hot Knight seemed no longer to be made of flesh and blood in the ordinary sense.

Although I can touch the skin and bones, and the touch is still fundamentally different from iron and stone, the basic parts that make up these feel like they have undergone some essential changes.

It’s like the structure is still there, but every cell has turned into crystal clear sand.

It was truly amazing, but it was a pity that I could only experience this feeling for a brief moment.

After his body was directly penetrated by this punch, the White Heat Knight was so fast that there was no chance for his internal organs to be critically hit.

While leaving horrific wounds on Fu Qian's upper body, he decisively gave up the subsequent pursuit and swept the man back.

It can be seen that even if he only had fighting instinct left, he was still trying his best to avoid this kind of outcome of exchanging injuries for injuries.

But it doesn’t matter, you don’t have to chase me.

Before his fist was completely retracted, hundreds of tentacles exploded directly from Fu Qian's body, and even the surface of the tentacles was covered with white fangs and barbs.

With the addition of the dimensional poison, every corner of this space was submerged.