Chapter 68 Deadly Strike

Ye Fei envied Torres' golden color. Just a few months ago, he had the same golden fighting spirit as him, but now...

Oh... fate plays tricks on people!

Bum!

The fat man gave up, slapped Abart's right hand, and his elbow went straight to the enemy's throat. His feet were not slow at all. His left leg was raised at the right time, and he made another foot on the ** of the man in red.

The whole movement of sideways, palm, elbow and kicking is completed in one go without any stagnation, as natural as clouds and flowing water.

Each movement brings an unusually rapid and fierce fighting spirit, stirring in the air and whistling.

With the support of origin energy and the full support of a six-level healing mage, the strength of the fat man has soared, and he can draw with this seven-level warrior without any strength.

So, the bitch naturally raised the idea of teasing.

"Good boy! Little Haba! Just let me step on one foot!"

Little Haba is a new nickname given to the man in red in front of him.

Abat, little Haba, how appropriate!

The bitch was proud.

If you say that the only distress at this time may be that little Haba refused to step on his crotch. For this reason, the fat man begged for a long time.

"Oh, are you still hiding? Hurry up and let me kick!" The fat man blew his beard and stared at him.

After more than 20 moves, Abat finally woke up in a rage. If he didn't get rid of the sneaky middle-aged man first, he could only maintain this stalemate with the fat man.

If his understanding of the realm of war spirit had not been far beyond this annoying fat man, this balanced situation would have been broken long ago. The damn healing mage would have known to hide behind the fat pig. Both of them are the same obscene, just like carving from a mold.

"Damn it!" Abat cursed, and his high-speed body suddenly stagnated. He had to take back the dagger that had been stabbed out with his left hand and cut it diagonally. Looking at that posture, he was so hard to cut off one of the fat man's legs when he was injured.

" hiss!" The fat man couldn't help taking a cold breath. If he was scratched, not only would one leg be unpreservation, but even the second master would have to be implicated. At present, he quickly changed his strategy.

I didn't see how he moved. The whole body suddenly stepped back out of thin air, avoiding this sinister blow.

He gently tiptoed on the ground, took the opportunity to pick up a broken leg on the coffee table and kicked Abat.

The man in red sneered and did not dodge, allowing the fast-attacked wooden board to bombard the armor.

"Bang!"

The thick tea table legs of the fist exploded in all fours and turned into wood chips all over the sky.

Eurasia Sugasso changed his angle and once again used the fat man's body to block himself behind. As long as Ye Fei can ensure his safety, he can continuously provide him with his original spiritual strength.

In the battle, through perfect fusion ability, spiritual mages can help their companions explode more than three times their combat effectiveness in an instant. This is their pride and their sadness. In battle, spiritual mages are often the first to be destroyed by their opponents, because there is almost no offensive magic themselves. Therefore, it is crucial to find a trustworthy partner.

Although the fat man is obscene, his performance is indeed satisfactory. If he hadn't tried his best to stop the attack of the man in red several times, he would have been a corpse on the ground.

It's just... my original spiritual strength also has a limit. If it continues like this, it won't take long to provide more help to fat people.

Suddenly, the whole room seemed to have a strong shaking. The exquisite chandelier on the ceiling shook, as if it could fall down at any time, and the glass frame hanging on the wall also fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

"Ah..."

It was a burst of women's exclamation, mixed with an old voice.

It's Samina! The fat man reacted instantly and quickly turned his head to look in the direction of making a sound.

Several people in the corner of the wall hugged tightly. Samina's face was pale without a trace of blood, barely supporting the magic shield. The originally light blue shield has become a little white at this moment, and a flash of light and dark may be broken at any time.

The battle between Gagabu and Tosre near the side of the stairs has just begun. The attack of the eight-level warrior is said to be Samina. Even the fat man who broke out with all his strength could not bear it. Although Tosley only cut a knife, the afterglow of the power still affected several people in the corner.

"Samina, you take them out first..." Seeing that the room was in a mess, the fat man shouted hurriedly.

"Be careful..." Before Ye Fei's words fell, he suddenly heard the exclamation of Eurasian Sugasso in his ear.

Before turning his head completely, the afterglow of the fat man caught a glimpse of the cold dagger thrown out by Abat and went straight to his chest.

If you are stabbed by this dagger that can break the spirit of war, you can take Ye Fei's life. In a hurry, you can instinctively sideways.

Stab...

The cold and gloomy blade of the silver dagger is like cutting a piece of paper, effortlessly cutting the clothes on the fat man's chest and leaking a layer of fat inside.

Suddenly, the fat man felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that there was an inch of long opening in his chest, and a trace of blood was slowly oozing out of it. The position of the wound almost slipped past a black bulge, and the fat man was so scared that he lost half of his soul.

"Ah..." There was a man's scream again.

Ye Fei, who had a lingering heart, looked back. The dagger was inserted on the left shoulder of Eurasia Sugasso behind him. Blood sprayed wildly, and the middle-aged uncle covered his arm and let out a wail in pain.

buzz!

The fat man's head suddenly exploded, and the clear image disappeared in an instant.

"Damn it!" Ye Fei cursed with hatred. It was his distracted efforts that gave Abat a chance to take advantage of it. The middle-aged uncle was also inevitably implicated. The original spiritual power that had been integrated with the Kowloon war spirit faded instantly and disappeared.

"Samina, take your uncle with you. You can't stay here!"

The fat man turned around and stared at the man in red for fear of what he would do.

"Oh? Do you still want to run? Then I will fulfill you!" Abat made a sneer on his mouth and stamped on the ground under his feet.

Bum...

A strange black war spirit rushed out along Abat's toes, like a poisonous snake in the wasteland. A shallow ridge exploded on the cracked floor in an instant and went straight to the direction of Samina.

"Go!" In a hurry, the fat man casually played a fighting spirit and went straight to the black poisonous snake.

Bang!!!

The two regiments collided with each other, making a muffled sound, and an additional one-meter-wide pit appeared on the ground out of thin air.

Seeing that his fighting spirit was blocked, Abat was not angry but laughed, but looked at Ye Fei jokingly. It was a kind of high-up gaze, just like an elephant looking down at an ant, disdainful.

The girl magician can't arouse his vigilance. The level gap is too wide to solve the problem that she just moves her fingers.

Even if he didn't kill the healing mage, at least forced him to quit the battle. As long as there was no trouble, he was sure that he could easily defeat the damn fat pig in front of him.

"Come on! Little fat man, there is no one to help you this time! Let me see what else you can do!"

Sneer did not make the fat man lose his mind, but anger is like a rolling molten slurry that may explode at any time.

Unconsciously, Samina has become the deepest taboo in her heart. If the fat man hadn't reacted fast enough just now, Abat's blow would have been enough to make the girl disappear.

No one can touch his woman, and the king can't come!

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

His feet suddenly kicked on the ground and rushed out in place. Although the fighting spirit of his fists could not see the color, it was enough to judge from the roaring wind alone that this punch shattered all the power.

Abat did not dare to hold it big. With all his strength, his whole body was instantly shrouded in a mass of darkness, as if he were a demon from the abyss, extremely gloomy.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the fat man suddenly mixed Kowloon's war spirit with a trace of origin energy, and the symbol "bang" on the left wrist burst into a soft light.

The huge pain also followed. Ye Fei clenched his teeth, his face had been twisted and deformed, his fat body couldn't help trembling, and his muscles seemed to feel like being torn. Before he could take a step, the bean-sized sweat had soaked his whole body.

At this moment, if anyone can see Abat's face behind the black, he will definitely find that his previous proud and mocking look swept away, replaced by a deep fear and horror.

The suffocating oppression pressed him in place and couldn't move. The air seemed to be drained, and then a hot, hot and hot temperature surrounded him tightly.

The distance between the two is only ten meters, which carries the spirit of war. This is the distance that a seven-level martial artist can cross with one lift his foot. However, at this moment, like slow motion, time seems to have been fixed. Every scene has been decomposed, and every action can be seen clearly.

The black war spirit was melted and swallowed up.

As if it has never appeared...

Why? What's going on? What kind of power is this?

Abatton wanted to ask his doubts, but his dry lips had time to open, and he suddenly found a strong fist full of thick hair on his fingers, passing through the black war spirit armor.

Impossible...

I wanted to make a roar, but I was alive in my throat.

The fist in the pupil is getting bigger and bigger, like the top of Mount Tai, and it is imprinted dead.

Abatton instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't even do such a simple action as blinking his eyes.

The fist affixed to his cheeks little by little, and the sound of broken bones clearly came into his ears. His head was forcibly beaten to the right side by an incomparable force, and the blood jumped out of his mouth, like fireworks blooming in the dark night sky.

Is he too fast? Or are you too slow?

This is the last thought in Abat's mind.