Chapter 714 The arrival of terror

Fu Kong stepped on Qing Mian's sword.

A violent shock erupted at the moment of contact. While Qing Mian retreated violently again, he did not forget to raise his hand and throw out several black and white flames towards Fu Kong.

Even if it is a strange technique, it is still "traceable" in Fu Kong's eyes.

Magic is far less unpredictable than most people think.

【chaos】!

Both fists were swung out quickly, and the chaotic fist power exploded, scattering all the approaching flames.

Suddenly, he looked at a soldier next to him who was about to be killed by the other side cultist. He ducked in front of the other side. He originally planned to kill the other side cultist directly, but when he looked over, he found that Qing Mian had predicted it in advance. his actions.

She had already arrived behind the soldier and slashed at the soldier's neck with the sword in her hand.

Fu Kong quickly reached into the white blade, held Qing Mian's sword to the limit, and then swung his lower body to kick out the soldier between him and Qing Mian.

The next moment, Qing Mian twisted the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the flames of death exploded along the sword!

While Fukong was contaminated by the flames, the other side cultist behind him also stabbed Fukong with his blade.

Keng!

A knife stabbed Fu Kong in the back of the neck, but it didn't feel like flesh, but hard steel!

After turning around and punching him, the other side cultist was still crushed to death by his head.

After turning around, Fukong looked back at Qing Mian again, his face solemn.

Even he couldn't ignore these flames...

He couldn't suppress the flames on his body with normal strength. They were two completely unrelated things. But he didn't feel anything serious with this flame.

"As expected of Brother Kong, can a mortal body bathe in the Fire of Death?" Qingmiao couldn't help but praise with a smile.

【break】!

With no intention of responding at all, Fukong moved again, and the flames on his body were pulled out into a black and white "ribbon" by his movements.

The ferocious impact knocked away all the obstacles blocking the road, and his footsteps left deep footprints on the ground.

Faced with such a momentum, Qing Mian grabbed her back with her backhand and swung it forward. The thick black sword was pulled out. The sword, which was completely inconsistent with her body shape, was as light as an arm in her hand.

The big sword was swung down from the side, carrying the condensed monstrous flames, giving it terrifying power, and actually smashed Fu Kong's movements away!

He staggered, and after being distracted for a moment, he regained his composure - [Empty]!

His hands quickly neutralized the subsequent attack of the sword, but after the sword was removed, Qing Mian smiled ferociously, put away the sword, and the long straight white sword danced gracefully.

The tricky sword path cuts through Fu Kong's rhythm.

Every time Fu Kong held down Qing Mian's sword, the next moment she would change the path of the sword abnormally.

Although Fu Kong launched an offensive, it was difficult to use [Kong] to sort out the opponent's power.

From a "technical" perspective alone, Qing Mian is undoubtedly a top expert! But even top players cannot make Fukong so uncomfortable. Many of her moves almost predict Fukong's movements.

It was simply seen through!

Suddenly, Qing Mian was no longer limited to a small area. Her movements gradually became larger, her body fully stretched out, and the shadow of the sword began to increase and became thin, trying to completely engulf Fu Kong.

Fukong moved quickly, but she did not hesitate at all. She followed closely, and the deadly flowers formed by the sword shadow opened one after another. The flames burned on the white blade, lengthening the sword body, but it did not affect Qingmian's sword dance movements!

Reaching a considerable level of magic and martial arts, and then combining the two, this is the surprise Qing Mian brought to Fukong.

As for Fu Kong, it was even difficult to dodge.

He can easily get out of the range of the sword dance, but Qing Mian's expansion of the range of the sword dance at this time is not just to capture Fu Kong, but to involve other people around him.

Qing Mian was completely crazy. She didn't care about civilians, soldiers of the dynasty, or believers from the other side. They were all cut into fine pieces under her sword and became fuel for the fire of Death Familiar.

There was nothing but emptiness in her eyes.

No matter how insidious or shameful, any crooked ways are unscrupulous, as long as you can get closer to him, get closer, catch him, and bring him into your embrace...

He has given Fu Kong countless weakenings and created a perfect "octagonal cage" for himself. Decades of hard work have been all for this moment.

Too many people want to keep his footsteps. Compared with the ethereal will that stares at the world in the sky, Brother Kong is more like a god walking in the world.

Since childhood, I have watched his frail figure grow up, carrying the children headed by him forward.

After growing up, he continued to carry the entire dynasty forward.

She watched silently and shed tears.

Brother Kong is really tired.

Compared with those who wanted him to stop for various boring reasons, Qing Mian's thoughts were simple.

Let him leave all the burdens and shackles, completely stop, and enjoy the eternity he should have.

For all this, she will be Brother Kong’s only shackles!

Fukong opened her long sword with a sudden uppercut, and the big sword in her other hand hit Fukong without hesitation. Fukong raised his hands to block it, and his body sank. The ground collapsed.

The long sword was also put on, and both hands pressed down together. All the surrounding flames gathered, and they were bound to completely overwhelm Fu Kong.

Some people around who were struggling to persevere saw such a scene.

First, he was shocked that Fukong could be suppressed and fell into a disadvantage.

Then I became even more upset and depressed.

As long as they are not stupid, they all know why Fu Kong is at a disadvantage.

The battle between Fu Kong and Na Samuel was so grand, but now he was afraid of making too big a move, and at the same time, he had to step away to rescue them while fighting the powerful opponent.

They dragged Fu Kong back!

"Isn't it frustrating? Brother Kong? Why don't you fight back with the blow that killed the god-given knight? If I faced that punch, I wouldn't be able to resist at all and I would be crushed. If I feel hurt If not, you can just use all your strength and smash this city together with me. In this way, I can feel a little bit of my own value." Qing Mian continued to press down, his face close to Fu Kong , the breath he exuded while speaking blew on Fukong's face.

Fu Kong narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Qing Mian didn't care either.

Continuing to kill will soon be counterproductive. She knows that her actions are just "acting like a baby" to Brother Kong. It has miraculous effects within a moderate range, but if it goes too far, the plan will be ruined.

Soon, the flames of death had collected enough "deaths" from the battlefield.

An invisible arm stretched out from above her head, slowly grabbing Fu Kong.

Fu Kong felt a chill running down his spine.

Now, take the cute Brother Kong into your hands...

Um?

The shadow beneath the two men suddenly expanded and instantly covered the entire city. Everyone except Fu Kong and Qing Mian were swallowed up by the black shadow swamp and disappeared.

Qing Mian was shocked.

Fu Kong was also shocked, but then panicked.

It’s over, it’s too fast!

A black glove suddenly grabbed Qing Mian's neck. Qing Mian quickly spun around in a circle. While sweeping his swords, he gave up suppressing Fukong and directly opened the distance.

The invisible arm retracted unwillingly.

Qing Mian frowned and stroked her neck.

what?

just……

Fu Kong stood there blankly, not daring to move rashly.

"You two... are really capable. You can do great things without telling me, right?" Wan Yi took off the polite clothes on his head and placed them on his chest. In his deep-set eyes, a pair of dark eyes were full of displeasure.