Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1869 Seedling Bed (XIX)
Even if you are a fearless White-Hot Knight, you are still a little lacking in strength in front of me, the Human-Demon Tyrant, hehehe——

Although there was no sky, the sun was blocked. Amid the evil roar from the Mechanical Tyrant, the Sword and Lance Knight, dressed in pure white and looking inviolable, was instantly submerged by the hideous tentacles.

Although he did not forget to cut off large pieces of these terrifying creatures while dodging, the originally small space was filled with this full-screen attack.

It was obvious that the special confinement just created treated all targets equally, even he, the initiator, was no exception.

Not to mention that the hundreds of tentacles seemed to attack indiscriminately, but they also controlled the direction and strength. They were actually based on the drawn boundaries and deliberately did not break the confinement.

There was no way to avoid it, and more than one hole was left on the tall body in an instant. The devastated scene made people feel almost instinctively unbearable.

However, the ferocious body showed no mercy and continued to rush forward in an instant.

laugh--

Between the tentacles that had not yet been fully retracted, there was a ferocious huge claw, with a sharp tooth and barb on each fingertip, which directly split the skinny body.

Of course, the price he paid was that his hairless head, eyes and nose were all pierced by swords and spears.

"What a brave guard, but it's a shame this place can't escape its fate."

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you can still speak.

The next moment, the death announcement in front of him fully demonstrated the ruthlessness of the glorious tyrant.

"How do you feel, Apocalypse Knight—"

And the meaning of madness.

However, this laughter that brought endless fear was interrupted by a special voice.

……

It was as if the space was shattered into pieces. Even someone as powerful as the Glorious Tyrant was still covered in blood from head to toe.

However, the White-Hot Knight, who was almost torn in two, did not continue to dodge or fight back. Instead, he half-crouched on the ground and stabbed the weapon in his hand fiercely into the ground - and then there was no ground.

At that moment, everything in the area that was originally marked as a prison collapsed like dominoes.

The effect is that countless sharp crystals come together to form a file, madly grinding everything inside it.

At least that’s how Fu Qian felt.

At the same time, judging from the White-Hot Knight who had dozens of wounds in the blink of an eye, this effect still ignored both friend and foe.

In addition to this gain, another point is that at least in this area under our feet, there is indeed no hiding from La Niña.

With a little help from the opponent, when the White-Hot Knight was no longer able to continue the pursuit, Fu Qian had already withdrawn from the area that he had originally set up as a prison.

The previous attack obviously consumed the previous arrangement.

The most amazing thing is that the ground in this area did not disappear, but turned into quicksand-like crystals, just like the previous comments on the feel of White-Hot Knight.

Also, they are crystals, not ice crystals.

Apart from the fact that there was almost no force when he stepped on it, at that moment, Fu Qian did not feel any chill from this extremely confusing scene.

It's really counter-intuitive.

But it was only for a moment, and soon the place gave people the same feeling as the black and green ice wall.

Fu Qian didn't have more time to study it because the White Heat Knight also jumped out.

……

Riddled with holes.

There is no word more appropriate than this.

Unlike before, when he took off the broken head and threw it away, and took out another one from his neck, the points allocated to the health bar of the White Heat Knight were obviously still far from enough. One of the manifestations was that until this moment, there was no sign of any repair on the scars and holes on his body.

The previous speculation about the feel was confirmed again.

Grains of crystal sand were flowing out of almost every wound.

Although the total traffic is not too high even when combined, it is obvious that the arrival of this person has entered the countdown.

And he was indeed fearless. He only lowered his head and paid attention for less than a second, and the next moment the long sword was pointed in this direction again, obviously ready to fight to the death.

But it doesn't matter. Being prepared is one thing, but at least he didn't hit five times in a row right away, right?

"You don't know what you are doing, and you can't change anything..."

Watching this tragic scene, Fu Qian let out a deep laugh from his throat, and continued to speak the villain's lines.

Of course, Fu Qian actually didn’t know what “what” was.

I'm not saying these lines out of bad taste, but just trying to figure it out.

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Compared to the previous plague, this White Heat Knight is obviously more introverted and less communicative.

But even so, Fu Qian still did not give up the attempt to find a teacher among three people.

Considering this person's style, no matter how polite his tone is, I'm afraid he won't get any response from chatting.

Therefore, the core concept of communication before payment is to start from this resolute attitude of killing the enemy, guess what the other party is most likely to pay attention to, and try to touch them with certain elements.

For example, the most classic setting is to protect something to the point of losing yourself in endless killing.

White armor and a big sword, moving forward fearlessly. Considering his appearance and look, it seems that there is some probability for such a character to exist.

"impossible……"

Fortunately, this effort seems to have finally paid off.

Although it sounded really vague, Fu Qian still roughly distinguished the content of the words that echoed in his mind.

"The seedbed... does not allow any uncleanness... any profanity..."

And much more.

It’s a pity that there aren’t more.

As if it could sense the last word of endless hatred, the white sword slowly turned and made a gesture similar to the salute just now.

Without even holding for a millisecond, the next moment the sword continued to move forward with incredible smoothness, sliding inch by inch across the neck that had already been pierced with a hole, and cutting off.

At the same time, use the other hand to lift the head and hold it in your hand.

……

So "unclean" actually includes oneself, isn't that a bit too extreme?
Although the whole process was very fast, it was still too easy for Fu Qian to interrupt.

However, he did not do so. Instead, he watched the body's movements the entire time until a white color that was difficult to describe filled his vision.

After beheading himself, the opponent launched the attack without any hesitation.

Compared to before, he seemed to have really changed.

As the head was removed, the self was wiped out like dirt, and the white seemed to become even purer.

On the one hand, it seemed that the White Heat Knight could no longer communicate with him, and on the other hand, the destruction brought about by the attack was even more exaggerated.

Fu Qian threw the long-prepared ordinary punch, silently evaluating his body's response.