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Seeing his knuckles fall to the ground, there was a hint of stunned expression on Clinton's face. .

Ten fingers, each of which is missing a section, looks very abrupt.

For Clinton, who has always pursued appearance and demeanor, this kind of injury is more in the bottom of the heart than in the body. After all, for all people who experience horror web articles, the injuries in the mission world are just It's just a temporary injury. As long as you can leave alive, the group owner will help you recover, so you don't need to worry too much.

However, this scene was imprinted in Clinton's heart, and ten fingers were cut off by a man from the Eastern circle who had almost stalked him so many times, which was equivalent to knocking down all the pride he had shown before. On the ground, but also went up and stepped on a few feet.

Zhao Zhu took a deep breath and stood up slowly from the ground. The two daggers on his shoulders had disappeared, but the two blood holes still remained on Zhao Zhu's body.

The space magic weapon is indeed magical. When used in battle, it can indeed make the opponent unable to guard against it. If Zhao Zhu was not able to simulate the space law and see the path of the space law, he might have been tortured to death by Clinton now.

Clinton raised his head again and looked at Zhao Zhu. This time, the calm and determined look in his eyes disappeared, and an emotion called "anger" began to appear. This emotion rarely appeared in Clinton. After entering the circle , as he became stronger and stronger, the number of times became less and less, but today, now, he re-experienced the taste of this anger.

He didn't like this kind of smell very much, and he also hated it very much.

Clinton's body began to tremble slightly, along with trembling. There is room all around.

Zhao Zhu's body was also trembling slightly. He was not trying to arouse the resonance of the surrounding space, but because his body was damaged by the two daggers and the additional damage caused by the daggers. The ones that have been sewed up with silk threads are already a bit... unusable.

"Space Judgment!"

This time, Clinton didn't talk nonsense any more.

The trembling of the surrounding space at this time reached the highest level. Immediately after, a huge beam of light was projected onto Zhao Zhu from the center. Immediately, the surrounding space suddenly began to shrink, as if to press Zhao Zhu into a pie, and use the movement of space to kill people. It is very upright, but it makes it difficult for you to defend.

Zhao Zhu put a finger on his forehead, and in an instant, the Feng Shui pattern around him was under his control.

"Expand!"

Zhao Zhu let out a low voice. The barrier of the feng shui pattern was immediately formed, and twelve defenses were formed around him.

However, these defenses are indeed a bit underwhelming in front of the "space trial". When the space is compressed, the eleven feng shui pattern defense lines arranged by Zhao Zhu all collapsed in one breath. It won't be long.

Zhao Zhu's control over the Feng Shui pattern at this time is of course superb. But it is still far from the point where he can fight against the power of space, but Zhao Zhu is not really naive enough to use the power of feng shui to fight.

"Buddha has three thousand worlds!"

In an instant, another Zhao Zhu appeared in front of Clinton. This was not the real Zhao Zhu. The real Zhao Zhu was still trapped in the pattern of "space trial". It seemed that it was only a matter of time before he was crushed into meat sauce. This is just Zhao Zhu's projection. According to legend, the Buddha can project himself into his three thousand Buddha kingdoms to teach and teach. At this time, Zhao Zhu is just painting a spoon.

Zhao Zhu of this projection did not hesitate at all, and a spiritual fire ignited directly on his body, and he rushed towards Clinton.

This is a gamble and a gesture;

My body can die, before I die. Pull you back!

Zhao Zhu's fighting style has not changed since the beginning.

In the same way, these Westerners have never changed their fighting style, they... cherish their lives.

Clinton's figure retreated. He had seen Zhao Zhu's previous scene where he used spiritual fire to directly explode Dharaza. Naturally, he didn't want to let the flames contaminate himself. It's just that he retreated, or that he moved. , which made the "space trial" pattern begin to loosen, and Zhao Zhu waited for this opportunity.

With the frequency of his consciousness at a thousand times, he directly found the loose position. Driven by his will, he directly stretched the loose position to open it up. The "space trial" of the killing was directly resolved like this. If Clinton himself hadn't retreated first, Zhao Zhu's game would be really difficult to solve.

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Zhu bent down and coughed heavily.

"You can't kill me like this." Zhao Zhu's voice was very soft, but with a clear contempt, "This is a fight, this is a fight, you are calculating too much, and you care too much, so you never kill me."

Clinton didn't speak. He hasn't spoken since his ten fingers were cut off. Even if his ultimate move against Zhao Zhu failed again, he didn't speak, and just continued to prepare for the next ultimate move.

Clinton's change made Zhao Zhu feel a dangerous aura. He seemed to be driving this opponent crazy, like bullying a roommate to tears. It is estimated that he will be uneasy at that time. , I'm afraid that my roommate will directly take a knife and stab him at night or poison his water glass.

Zhao Zhu felt this way at this time. A Clinton who didn't talk and didn't play the British gentleman's demeanor was even more terrifying;

Zhao Zhu can learn how to fight in battle, but Clinton can't?

He is also studying.

Clinton raised his hand, revealing his **** gloves, and then gently stroked in front of him, a glass appeared like this, and then, around Zhao Zhu, hundreds of such glasses appeared.

Clinton walked into the glass, and yes, the whole person just disappeared.

The others disappeared, but Zhao Zhu sensed that there were hundreds of Clinton's breaths appearing at the same time!

The next moment, an aura belonging to Clinton soared, appeared on Zhao Zhu's left side, and walked out of the mirror on the left side, Zhao Zhu moved his body to avoid it without hesitation.

At this time, on the other side, there was another Clinton whose breath suddenly soared, and Zhao Zhu stepped back again.

For more than ten consecutive times, Zhao Zhu did not dare to neglect once, and chose to avoid them all.

It's not that Zhao Zhu has not tried to leave this area, but the mirror seems to exist according to Zhao Zhu's fixed point. If he goes there, hundreds of mirrors will appear wherever he goes, and Clinton will probably come out of one mirror. Attack yourself.

You know that he is going to attack you, you are already very vigilant, but it seems... there is still no way to guard against it.

After a while, Zhao Zhu was relieved, and he simply stood there, not taking precautions, you are going to attack, okay, come on.

And then... Clinton came.

Behind Zhao Zhu, in the mirror, stretched out a hand. The fingers of that hand were all cut off, but a cold dagger was held in the palm of his hand, and it stabbed directly at Zhao Zhu's neck. Location.

Zhao Zhu didn't turn around, even if he sensed the breath behind him, he still didn't turn around, he just turned his head slightly at this moment.

"puff!"

The dagger still pierced into Zhao Zhu's neck, but because of Zhao Zhu's previous movement, it did not pierce the center, but wiped the skin and took a large piece of flesh and blood from Zhao Zhu's neck.

Then, in the mirror in front of Zhao Zhu, a hand also stretched out, and that hand also held a dagger and stabbed Zhao Zhu's lower abdomen.

Zhao Zhu did not evade.

"puff!"

The dagger pierced Zhao Zhu's lower abdomen. When the dagger was about to turn to expand the victory, Zhao Zhu raised his head, pointed above him, and gave a low drink:

"Spirit...storm!"

"Buzz!"

In the sky above Zhao Zhu's head, a terrifying mental storm erupted, and the spiritual power strangled everything and raged. There, there was also a mirror, and Clinton's head slowly emerged from it.

Under the raging mental storm, Clinton's head was full of blood, and blood was gurgling out of his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes, making this British aristocratic gentleman look like a man rolling from a pool of blood. The murderer who came out can no longer be described as embarrassed, it is completely miserable.

"Two points can determine a plane, and three points can determine a simple spatial pattern."

Zhao Zhu forcibly endured Clinton's two knives and found Clinton's third position to attack.

At this time, Clinton finally wanted to speak. He opened his mouth, his mouth was full of bloodshots, and his teeth were full of blood foam. Obviously, being hit by Zhao Zhu's mental storm was also cruel to him. torture.

"Hehe... Do you think, this time, I will retire?

You made me angry~lightnovelpub.net~You made me angry, when you used this life-for-life method to humiliate me again and again, I felt that my rationality was slowly covered by anger .

You can die, why can't I?

Come on, let's compete together, on the premise of not dying, will you die first or I will die first! "

As soon as the words fell, the two daggers began to tremble, they began to dissipate, they began to annihilate, and Zhao Zhu's body near the daggers, his skin, his flesh, and even his bones, were beginning to annihilate together.

A silver mask floated out slowly at this time, and was put on Zhao Zhu's face. At this time, Zhao Zhu only had a pair of eyes showing, and these eyes were very cold.

"Okay, very good, I like this game, it's really exciting!"

At the same time, Zhao Zhu's mental storm coefficient increased sharply, and the blood on Clinton's head was gushing out like a tap. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)