Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Life is so beautiful.

As dusk fell and the lights gradually came on, every household started cooking and it was time to soothe their stomachs for the last time every day.

The doors and windows of this old house were not very tight. For Fu Qian, he could tell what his neighbors had eaten today by just taking a breath, and even whether they had mistaken light soy sauce for dark soy sauce.

However, considering that most of them were elderly grandparents, they might not have mastered the cooking skills, but with the experience accumulated for most of their lives, they could basically distinguish the seasonings.

Sitting on the sofa, Fu Qian used a stretch to confirm that no one had made such a low-level mistake.

Of course, he was relieved and did not do more. He directly activated the mark and returned.

Then he put on the mask and jumped twice.

I have to say that the more I use this technique of smashing Varudo, the more mysterious it feels.

When I appeared in Miss Wen's mansion again, the surroundings were still quiet.

Although the scene in the field of vision was a bit eye-catching.

Dozens or even hundreds of crescent-shaped arcs permeated with pure breath were flying in the air in a beautiful route, and finally headed straight for the position of Chief Yuan.

Fortunately, the latter was obviously good at listening to suggestions, such as the full-strength defense just mentioned.

At this moment, the sphere formed by the overlapping black strips was even more expanded than when it left, without a single flaw.

At first glance, it was really full of defense, and even the soft whip was not released to counterattack.

So even if an astonishing number of arcs hit and tore from all directions, for a while, it only decorated the target like a black sesame ball dipped in white sugar, and it would take time to break through.

Of course, breaking through was not the main purpose.

The moment I appeared, even the hand that was constantly fiddling with the arcs was delayed for a moment, which was proof.

I said that I was a master of patient elimination.

...

Sure enough, the means were amazing, and the previous speculation was not exaggerated.

Even in the blood conquest state, His Excellency the Archangel Prison could actually confirm whether he was still there.

The reason for Chief Yuan's sudden increase in defensive pressure is very simple. He really took off his mask and left in the bloody conquest state.

And he returned directly to the real world and took a lazy vacation there.

And this action, which was theoretically carried out completely in secret, directly made the Prison Angel Archangel, who had performed very well in the patience competition, appear and bombard Chief Yuan.

There is almost no other explanation except that it can actually confirm whether he is invisible or gone.

So when he went back, Chief Yuan was no longer important.

Originally, this method was used to try to force himself back.

As for what to do after forcing him back, this question is even simpler-

Looking at the blazing white sword that was taking shape rapidly and held upside down in the opponent's hand, Fu Qian retreated without blinking and avoided the waist-cutting blow that swept over.

It is obvious that the opponent is extremely confident in physical skills and does not want to take the risk of bombardment. He decisively decided to fight in close combat to find a better time to kill.

Even though there was nothing in the air where the sword slashed, time and space seemed to be trembling.

For a moment, Fu Qian sincerely doubted that if he stayed where he was and chose to dodge with blood conquest, he might not be able to avoid the fate of being cut in half.

Just like what Su Gao did in the Night Saint City.

Why didn't he use blood conquest?

Things have progressed to this point. After some testing, it is obviously time to take out all the tricks in the bottom of the box.

After all, he is a second-level extraordinary. The lack of cross-dimensional pursuit means does not mean that there is no means.

Since he chose close combat, he must think it is the best choice for the current situation. This move is likely to be taken into consideration. How can he not defend?

In short, he has superb means and a calm mind. He did a good job.

But unfortunately, the Archangel of Prison still chose the wrong opponent.

There are countless heroes in the world, but there is probably only one who dares to compete with me in swordsmanship——

"Sword."

With a cold smile, in an extremely calm voice, Fu Qian raised one hand and grasped the void.

The momentum was so great that even Lord Lao Tian chose to give up the pursuit at that moment and concentrate on his vigilance.

Of course, this does not mean that he did nothing. Another big sword that seemed to be made of feathers was also quickly formed in his empty hand.

The efficiency of the incarnation of the double swordsman was so high that even the blood-red sharp blade in Fu Qian's right hand had just condensed into an outline——Puff!

The race was finally interrupted by a strange sound, and at the same time, it seemed that there were illusory feathers flying on Lord Lao Tian's chest.

Hu——

On the opposite side, Fu Qian blew the gun muzzle of mercy in his left hand in a casual manner, and the "sword" that was half condensed in his right hand was directly abandoned.

……

The profoundness of swordsmanship, especially for you who are blind, can you guess it?

At that moment, facing the other party's eyes filled with bright light, Fu Qian snorted in his heart.

The Iaijutsu he performed was once tempered by Emperor Anjing, a new generation of gods.

The right hand was just a sword technique.

Of course, Lord Laotian is obviously not an easy person, and it is hard to say how much effect a simple sneak attack can have.

So Fu Qian, who has never been overly optimistic, chose to add another "suffocation".

The inherent effect of mercy, which can effectively reduce the probability of being perceived, is obviously also the essence of the dark sword hurting people, and finally played a good effect.

"... You are still fiddling with that thing!"

Even after the attack was successful, even Chief Yuan sent a congratulatory message.

Although her absolute defense still did not show any gaps under the sudden reduction of pressure, she obviously still had the energy to observe the outside.

"Be careful... I can't sense any damage to it at all."

After expressing indignation at Fu Qian's choice of this joke-like attack, Yuan Shan obviously quickly remembered the unyielding usual performance of this person, and quickly lowered her voice and reminded him as much as possible.

So this is why you can only use all your defense power at this moment.

Fu Qian received this helplessness without any dissatisfaction, only a sigh.

Chief Yuan, who is also good at long-range combat, is obviously not deeply immersed in the way of critical strikes.

The damage can of course be ignored, but why is Lord Lao Tian, ​​who can sense this better than you, not moving now?

Putting back his mercy, Fu Qian made a grim smile, and crossed his two transformed ferocious claws on his chest, confronting the double-sword angel in front of him, not retreating a single step.

In order to match the different shapes of the other two swords, the sharp claws on the right hand were specially polished.

Disaster plus grace and liberation, with these two blessings, do you still have the courage to let me see your instant thousand strikes? (End of this chapter)