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With a bang, a strong wind blew up.

The terrifying blow that Zhong Yisheng had expected did not come, and not even a little wind blew on him.

He reacted instantly and realized that he had been deceived.

He was deceived by the momentum and will of that human race.

Ye Buwen was smashed again, flying several miles away, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still full of murderous intent.

He jumped out of the deep pit again quickly.

Ye Buwen still rushed towards his opponent without fear of death.

The gray power on Zhong Yisheng's body was boiling, and his one eye showed anger, fear, and unwillingness.

He only saw one thought from that person, to kill him with the next blow.

The strong murderous intent that penetrated his soul told him that his opponent must kill him and die with him.

This strong will made all his senses believe that he would do his best to kill him with the next blow.

But he didn't move, and even let the attack fall on himself.

That cunning human race was betting with him on courage and strategy.

Let him guess whether his next attack would be full-strength.

If he guessed wrong, he would face a life-or-death attack.

Zhong Yisheng looked at Ye Buwen's expression and face.

He couldn't tell, he couldn't guess, whether this human race's attack was real or fake.

Suddenly, Ye Buwen's arm moved slightly.

This slight movement was quickly captured by Zhong Yisheng.

This attack was real!

Zhong Yisheng quickly put up defense.

But, the expected attack did not come.

Ye Buwen stepped on the gray power shield and jumped behind Zhong Yisheng's head.

Zhong Yisheng panicked and drove his power to dodge downwards.

Behind his head, the opponent would not let go of this opportunity, this attack was real.

"Boom--"

Zhong Yisheng fell to the ground and smashed a big hole.

However, the reason why he fell to the ground was not Ye Buwen's attack.

It was because he was too flustered in controlling the power and rushed over his head and fell to the ground.

Zhong Yisheng looked back.

Ye Buwen put down his knife and flew in the air, his body still burning with amazing blood flames.

It was still fake!

With such a good opportunity behind him, the human race did not chop down with a knife, and even put down the knife directly without any attacking posture.

His eyes and mouth seemed to laugh at his funny movements and avoidance just now.

His ugly appearance was seen by this human race.

Zhong Yisheng was angry.

He was fooled again and was scared.

"Human race! Human race! Human race!"

Zhong Yisheng shouted three times in a row, unable to stop his anger, and his rationality was almost unable to maintain.

Since being chopped on the head by this human race, his control of power was not as smooth as before, and his emotions were always in anger.

The huge pain in the wound in his head reminded him of the scene of being chopped that day all the time.

He was almost killed by a human race's hidden attack.

He couldn't remember how many times he was fooled by this human race.

"Kill——"

Ye Buwen roared and rushed forward.

"Come if you want. I'm not afraid of death. Only you will die."

Zhong Yisheng's gray power turned into a sword and charged back.

He was ready to die together.

But looking at Ye Buwen's amazing momentum and intimidating eyes.

Zhong Yisheng was shocked and decided to retreat temporarily.

Ye Buwen did not chase him, but slowly landed on the ground.

This time, the amazing charge of both sides returned to calm, and nothing happened.

This attack was still fake.

Zhong Yisheng understood that he was not only deceived, but also scared in his heart.

He was like an ant, a naive child, being played with in the palm of his hand.

Looking at the opponent holding a knife, he walked towards him step by step.

Every step was like stepping on the drumbeat of his heart, making him tremble with fear, as if he would kill him in the next moment.

"Roar——"

Zhong Yisheng roared.

He is a dignified God Lord, a strong man who dominates one side, one of the top creatures in the world, and the best creatures.

He would not, nor should he be frightened by someone who was not a god-lord.

"Human, you dare not make a move. You only have one strike. You can't kill me. Without that strike, you are nothing."

Zhong Yisheng looked at Ye Buwen's expression and couldn't help but compete in his heart.

He was stronger than this human.

Since the human dared to do this, he could do it too.

As long as he could trick that strike, this human would let him kill him.

"Kill!" Zhong Yisheng roared, using a sword to chop at Ye Buwen.

Just as he was about to get close, he suddenly stopped.

But the expected human reaction of being frightened did not happen at all.

He still looked murderous and was not frightened.

Zhong Yisheng was angry that he did not scare his opponent.

Is his acting so bad?

But it doesn't matter. He has plenty of opportunities. As long as he tries a few more times, he will definitely trick his opponent.

"Kill!"

Zhong Yisheng roared and killed.

This strike was fake.

He retreated and did not trick.

He rushed again, but it was still fake and still did not trick.

After three consecutive fakes, he still failed to trick the enemy.

The human race approached again and again, and he retreated again and again.

The winner was immediately determined.

Zhong Yisheng's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and this time it was real.

"Kill--"

He swung out a huge force and chopped down with astonishing power.

At the moment when he was about to hit, Ye Buwen's eyes were full of agility, and he said angrily: "Kill--"

The blood flame burned hundreds of feet, and the long sword aimed at the wound cut last time and chopped it down quickly.

Zhong Yisheng's single eye was full of fear and confusion.

Why was it true this time?

Why could he guess it?

The blood-colored long sword split the gray power, followed the crack in the skull last time, cut into the depths of the brain, and pointed directly at the place where the soul and godhood were located.

"Boom--"

The attacks of both sides cut out a gully of ten thousand meters together, and everything around was destroyed horribly in these two attacks.

Zhong Yisheng, died.

The same wound, different ending, the head was split open, the core was broken.

After killing the opponent, Ye Buwen was not feeling well. He was already injured, and he took the full force of the seventh-grade monster head-on.

Ye Buwen was covered in wounds and crawled out of the collapsed terrain.

However, compared with the tragic situation last time, his injuries this time can be said to be mild.

As for the reason, it was naturally the death of the opponent, which gave him a mouthful of blood.

His idea succeeded.

From the beginning to the end, he never thought of deceiving, nor did he see through all his actions as Zhong Yisheng imagined.

He was just waiting, waiting for the moment of sure kill, waiting for the moment when he could not defend against Zhong Yisheng's attack.

Attack and defense cannot be taken care of at the same time, especially in attack.

So he waited for Zhong Yisheng to attack him, and then attacked him together.

It is not wrong to say that this approach is to die together.

But he has an advantage that Zhong Yisheng cannot match, that is, the ability to take the life of the person he killed to restore himself.

So he attacked from behind, although he was chopped by Zhong Yisheng, but in the next moment, Zhong Yisheng was chopped to death by him.

He can absorb Zhong Yisheng's life value to restore himself, thus avoiding direct death.