Villain: You Mentioned The Divorce, Why Are You Crying Now

Plain battlefield.

On the plain thousands of miles wide, the flames and explosions can be seen everywhere.

Every time a foreign race kills a human soldier, it will devour its blood energy in situ, and the corpse that has been sucked out of blood energy will become a mummy, which will be shattered into fine powder and scattered when it is lightly pinched.

In the bloody scene, no one felt uncomfortable here.

After seeing too much, their hearts became numb.

Only by taking advantage of the time when the foreign race absorbs blood energy, they shot and killed the foreign race to prevent the opponent from strengthening its strength.

bang bang bang!

There are no modern weapons involved, but the energy and blood erupting at any time, as well as the world energy stirred by sixth-rank warriors and seventh-rank grandmasters are also very spectacular.

Puff!

On the battlefield, a young man with a flat head looked calm, with a bit of anger between his brows, but his handsome appearance was very cautious.

His strength is not weak.

At the peak of the late stage of the sixth-rank realm, there is a faint taste of breaking through the realm of the seventh-rank master.

Compared to the surrounding soldiers who had weapons in their hands, he was unarmed, and catching a foreign race was a melee fight.

The alien race itself is famous for its weirdness and physical strength.

Can...

But he directly fought with the alien race in the flesh!

The fist hit the alien race's head, and any alien race he targeted would have his head explode like a watermelon after receiving such a punch.

Red and white things splashed everywhere.

"Damn! These damned alien races are really tough." Fang Ting once again blasted a late-level sixth-rank alien race, waved his hands, and cursed.

It hurts!

"Hahaha, captain, hurry up and get the knife, or I'm afraid that your hands will be destroyed before the alien race kills a few."

"That's right, captain, don't be brave!"

"When did the captain try his best? If he can't beat him, he will run away. Who the hell can catch him?"

"That's right, the captain goes up and kills them!"

"The ones from our military academy shouldn't be too shameful. This alien team must wipe them out!"

The young faces around shouted at Fang Ting.

These are all students from the Ninth City Military Academy. Everyone has actual combat experience and their strength is not weak.

Their performance on the battlefield is also very impressive.

Fang Ting clasped his fists in both hands, exerting light force, his phalanges creaked.

"Lie here and wait for me to take off the head of the seventh-rank foreign race in front of you and kick it as a ball for you!" Fang Ting rushed into the foreign army with a grin on his face, very excited.

Don't look at him usually convinced by Su Yu, it's because Su Yu convinced him back then!

Change it to a place where there is no Su Yu.

He is more arrogant than anyone!

Moreover, he has been on the battlefield several times, and has made great achievements, and now he is also the rank of major.

"Made, I'll blow your dog's head off with a punch!"

Fang Ting held back his anger. He was happy to see the Su family appearing in the Holy Land. After all, the Su family had invested a lot in their military academy, and as long as they had credits for martial arts skills, they could exchange them for whatever they wanted.

It can be said that if the Su family hadn't specially recruited him to enter the military academy back then, based on his grades, he would only be at the third rank at most, or even the second rank.

How can I change my fate of being born in poverty.

Now that the foreign race dares to prevent his benefactor from becoming holy, and he has no ability to protect him, how can he not be aggrieved.

Since he couldn't defeat the high-end combat power, he would take this small blow to vent his anger.

"These bastards of the foreign race dare to snipe and kill the Lord Su Long to become a saint. I can't beat you to death!"

Fang Ting rushed into the camp of the alien army cursing. I don't know how he did it, but he was able to escape the alien attack almost every time.

Along the way, he didn't suffer a little beating.

Even if there are a few aliens in the seventh-rank realm, there is no way to stop him.

Soon, he rushed to the depths of the alien guards.

Here is a seventh-rank foreign race, relatively short in stature, weak in strength and physical body, has no seventh-rank realm, but no seventh-rank combat power.

This is the role of an alien similar to a military division.

The taller the alien race below the eighth rank, the simpler the mind, and they also need a person with a developed brain to arrange tactics. Only the alien race at the eighth rank will have a fully developed brain.

Therefore, such short and weak people are the centurion level of a small team of foreign races, responsible for commanding the battle.

As long as he is killed, the rest of the aliens will mess up.

"Die to me!" Fang Ting jumped up when he saw the leader of the alien team, clenched his fists, and smashed down hard.

"Quick! Stop him!"

The short alien commander also turned pale with fright, and shouted in a hurry.

Hearing the words, the big alien races around gave up their opponents and returned to defend here, intending to stop Fang Ting.

However, Fang Ting didn't care about it, and punched the short alien on the head.

puff!

The head exploded, and those red and white things splattered.

Losing his spiritual link, those alien races who were less than the eighth rank were blinded one after another, and the orderly battle formation was instantly dispersed by the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom.

"I slip!"

After the headshot, Fang Ting didn't stay too long, as if the soles of his feet were oiled, he quickly slipped away.

And his next target is also the commander of other alien teams.

Fang Ting's ability to escape is very special. Sometimes his body is as slippery as a loach, and when someone is besieging him, he can sink into the ground in an instant and move forward underground.

His unpredictable sneak attack ability also allowed him to kill several commanders of foreign teams.

Of all the aliens killed by him, none of their heads were intact!

"It's the seventh one. If you kill another one, you have to go back."

Fang Ting lurked underground and said out of breath.

After making some adjustments, he surfaced again, and after locking onto a team commander who was not guarded by him, he rushed over without hesitation.

Avoiding the obstruction of those alien races, Fang Ting clenched his fists as he approached the opponent.

"Die, damn alien!"

boom!

Fang Ting's fist was getting closer and closer to the head of the commander of the foreign team, but the other party did not panic.

Instead, she showed him a sneer.

Seeing this mocking smile, Fang Ting secretly thought something was wrong.

"Damn! It's been tricked!"

An uneasy thought had just arisen, before he could dive into the ground, an astonishing coercion enveloped him.

"Bapin!"

Feeling the pressure, Fang Ting's face turned pale.

Fuck.

How could he provoke a foreign race of the eighth rank as a martial artist who is less than the seventh rank?

"Xue Shi, you have killed several commanders, you have some skills, but... that's it!" The eighth-rank alien came out, and its scarlet eyes flickered.

He raised his sharp claws and cut Fang Ting's throat.

If he was hit by sharp claws, he would be the same as Kun whose throat was cut.

"It's over, I've been fooled." Fang Ting looked desperate.

At the same time, there is regret for his own stupidity.

Why are you so confident.

Fang Ting was about to close his eyes when suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him.

Click!

A blade light flashed, and the sharp claws of the eighth-rank golden body were chopped off together with his head!

Seeing the figure appearing in front of him, Fang Ting suddenly exclaimed.

"Damn it, Young Master Su!"