The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 174 Calculation
Ibdullah was covered in flames, and snorted contemptuously, as if to say: "Boy, you are not hot enough."

A puff of black smoke shot out from his body, covering his body. As the black smoke filled the air, the blazing blue flame on his body gradually dimmed from top to bottom.

Lin Fan stared at the other party intently, afraid of missing a subtle movement, but as the fire dimmed, he still didn't notice anything.

The blue flame slowly extinguished, leaving only a faint light of fire under the ankle of his right foot on Ibdullah's body.

He bowed his head and bent down, stretched out his hands, and a cloud of thick black smoke came out from the palm, and then he pressed the sole of his right foot with both hands, the black smoke extinguished the last flame, and there was a sizzle sound, like It's the sound of grilling meat on a teppan.

Ibudullah couldn't help frowning slightly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth tugged, but soon returned to normal.

"It turns out that the door is there. No wonder when he was fighting with me, this guy only used his hands instead of his feet. He was afraid that I would accidentally hurt his door." Lin Fan clutched his chest, dripping from the corner of his mouth. Wisps of blood.

After Ibudullah put out the fire on his body, he looked at Lin Fan with cold eyes, and cursed something in the native language.

After cursing a few words, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he said in half-baked Chinese: "You, er, blood, flesh, okay, no, waste, waste..."

As he spoke, poisonous insects crawled out from his black robe, including centipedes, scorpions, spiders, and some strangely shaped insects.

The clothes on his body were like a large insect nest, and there were countless poisonous insects hidden in it, which made people feel chills.

Although this Ibudullah spoke poor Chinese, Lin Fan still understood what he meant. This guy wanted to use his flesh and blood to feed these poisonous insects.

Through the confrontation just now, Ibudullah knew that Lin Fan was a true practitioner, roughly equal in strength to him, how could he waste such good blood.

After understanding the meaning of Ibudullah's words, Lin Fan felt a chill in his heart, being swallowed by these densely packed poisonous insects, he felt a little scared just thinking about it.

"Do you want to do it now? No, this guy is a little far away from me. With my current injury, I can only choose to surprise him. If he has a buffer of defense, he will really fall this time."

Lin Fan thought secretly in his heart, he can't make a move now, because this is his last chance, if he can't hit with one hit, he might have no power to recover.

But the more he wanted Ibdullah to get closer, the more he couldn't come over. He just stood there, looked at him coldly, and waited for Lin Fan to be bitten to death by poisonous insects.

The poisonous insects on the ground crawled very fast, and they crawled in front of Lin Fan in a short time. These poisonous insects were densely packed, and it was really amazing to see.

Lin Fan staggered and tried to stand up, with panic and fear on his face, but because of the serious injury on his chest, he couldn't stand up straight after several attempts.

Those poisonous insects crawled in along Lin Fan's trousers, even if Lin Fan was brave, he couldn't help but panicked.

But the strange thing was that when the poisonous insects touched Lin Fan's body, they all fell to the ground without exception, his body stiffened and motionless.

Lin Fan himself felt a little strange, and secretly thought: "Could it be that the master gave me something before, which can ward off poison?"

Ibdullah on the side was also shocked by this weird phenomenon. He tried to recite the spell silently, but found that the bugs had lost control and were lying on the ground under Lin Fan's feet, motionless, as if they were dead. .

He looked at Lin Fan with curious eyes, secretly thinking about the reason behind it, when suddenly a surprised expression appeared on his face, and a word popped out of his mouth to himself.

Lin Fan didn't understand the native language, if he knew it, he would know that the word that Ibudullah said just now translated into Chinese is a magic weapon.

Ibdullah's eyes became more and more greedy. When he looked at Lin Fan, he seemed to be admiring a treasure. That kind of eyes were full of aggression.

He ran towards Lin Fan quickly, stepped over a few steps, came to Lin Fan's body, and grabbed Lin Fan's collar.

When Ibdullah came over, there was a flash of surprise in Lin Fan's eyes. He pretended to be weak and let his collar be grabbed by the other party.

Ibdullah grabbed Lin Fan with one hand, and groped Lin Fan's body with the other hand, as if he was looking for something.

When Ibudullah was groping up and down, Lin Fan suddenly became angry. He grabbed the opponent's arm with both hands, and then his body wrapped around Ibudullah like a boneless worm, and then he shouted loudly. , A red light suddenly shot out from Ibudullah's right foot.

Lin Fan did all of this with the fastest speed, and when the red light burst out, Ibdullah could barely react.

He let out a scream, and his body fell limply on the ground like a deflated ball. Lin Fan, who was wrapped around him, twisted his waist vigorously, landed on both feet, staggered, and once again spit out A mouthful of blood.

Ibdullah fell to the ground, holding his right foot in both hands, screaming in pain, his facial features twisted together, in great pain.

The originally tall body also began to wilt slowly at this time, and the tall and protruding muscles gradually shriveled. In an instant, the originally two-meter-tall strong man returned to his original thin and thin appearance.

After Ibdullah howled a few times, his eyes shot out two rays of hatred, and he stared at Lin Fan closely, wishing to tear him apart.

Lin Fan managed to gather some strength just now, he half knelt on the ground, and waved at the red light weakly.

The red light flew back to Lin Fan's hand, and he looked down, holding his natal magic weapon in his palm - the blood moon, but at this time the blood moon was extremely dim, and the originally round and flawless weapon was covered with bruises. There are cracks.

"It seems that the blood moon is abolished, and it has suffered fundamental damage. Even if it is warmed up every day in the future, it will be difficult to restore its original power."

Lin Fan secretly sighed in his heart, the magic weapon refined by his master was used several times by him, each time he had no choice but to force the energy inside, which caused great damage to the magic weapon itself.

After coming out of the Southern Xinjiang underground altar last time, there was already a tiny crack on the surface of the blood moon. This time, Lin Fan pushed it forcefully again, and it finally turned into a bitter fruit, causing this magic weapon to be basically on the verge of being scrapped.

"You, die!" Ibudullah's eyes were full of hatred, the Nuo technique he had finally mastered was broken by Lin Fan, and it would take a lot of painstaking effort to rebuild it.

(End of this chapter)