In the blink of an eye, she was entangled and hung in the air. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free.

"Fang Chen..." Ren Qi shouted in despair and grief.

A middle-aged man stepped on the fungus and slowly appeared from the wall, saying lightly: "I didn't expect that I was lucky, and you actually got together. This saved me a lot of effort."

"ah……"

Ren Qi was panicked and was successfully attacked by Fujimu, and then he was hung in the air.

In just a few seconds, the situation suddenly changed.

Among the four, three of them were arrested.

laugh……

A sudden blood light suddenly appeared, and all the vines and trees surrounding Fang Chen were cut off.

The wall moaned in pain, and completely collapsed with a loud bang. As the dust spread, a afterimage jumped out instantly, pointing to Wang Haoyu standing on the vine.

Wang Haoyu's smile disappeared and he quickly retreated in surprise: "Is this... innate? There is still innate in the old city?"

Qi and blood flow, and blood inflammation bursts out.

Blood shone on his body, and a rough layer of armor appeared in an instant, and he punched the blade.

Bang...

If the actual sound wave explodes and spreads layer by layer, the surrounding ruins will be crushed again.

Fang Chen landed on the ground and jumped up again before the vines were squeezing. With the crisp sound of the jingling, he was already fighting with Wang Haoyu.

"The third level of innateness? Not bad."

Fang Chen reached out and pressed his shoulder. The energy of the qi and blood of both sides came into contact, making a hissing erosion sound. The force that could flatten the metal only made the armor creak.

Wang Haoyu was even more shocked. His shoulder power shook his hand away and pressed his chest to hit the ground: "The second level of the innate nature? Are you Fang Chen? Impossible!"

boom!

The gravel cracked and dust filled.

Two blood-colored afterimages jumped out of the pit at the same time and launched a fierce attack on each other.

"There are still many things that you think are impossible."

Fang Chen sideways to avoid his fist, and punches a vicious knee with his backhand. When he is blocked by Wang Haoyu, his other hand is pointed out, just like a poisonous snake spitting a letter and hitting his armpit.

There is no armor block here.

Puchi...

Wang Haoyu's face changed slightly, and he hummed and turned his wrist backwards.

He stepped forward and turned his body. The tip of his elbow poked Fang Chen's chest like a steel cone. When he noticed the blade was slashed, he decisively chose to change his moves and tighten his left arm with both hands.

Bang!

Fang Chen was hit by a blow over his shoulder and smashed to the ground, but the long sword had already been held back, and the blade with red blood was like a waning moon, cutting down from his shoulder, as if to cut off his hand.

Damn it...

Wang Haoyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he let go without hesitation, and hummed as the blade cut from his shoulder to his lower abdomen. The two blood and blood collided, and the hissing sound was endless.

Use sword technique.

Fang Chen slapped his left hand on the ground, and while turning over, the knife slashed out like a full moon ring, hitting Wang Haoyu's knees.

bass!!

This sword finally forced Wang Haoyu to draw his sword and stably inserted it on the ground, intercepting Fang Chen's offensive: "I have never heard of your fighting style."

Like Wang Haoyu, the real martial arts direct descendants have basically the same fighting style.

To describe it in one word, it is...academic.

The fighting style is straightforward, with clear moves and orderly offense and defense.

And Fang Chen...is different.

This guy seems to be a black hole. The martial arts he has learned will be integrated into the combat style and will change at any time according to the situation.

After a few short fights, Wang Haoyu already felt that Fang Chen was having difficulty.

Sword technique, joint technique, boxing technique, palm technique, fingering technique... The attack rhythm is so fierce that it is as continuous as rivers and waves, causing pressure to double.

Sizzling...

Mars flew everywhere, Fang Chen held a knife in both hands and slashed it against the edge of his blade. At the same time, his body movement was moving and he was moving forward, as if he wanted to cut him from his crotch into two.

"Hmph~"

Wang Haoyu's expression was solemn. He took a step and pulled his sword to break up Fang Chen's sharp blade, and he prepared a momentum to kick him in the chest.

Reverse blood and violent aura.

Fang Chen frowned slightly and directly activated the secret technique. The surging qi and blood were like boiling boiling water, running wildly along the meridians of his body, and the speed suddenly increased several times in an instant.

He sideways to avoid this kick, and he reaches out his hand and pulls Wang Haoyu's ankle to death. Fang Chen's eyes burst into murderous intent and kicks his independent leg with a fierce kick.

Damn it!

Wang Haoyu's eyes were horrified, and the other party's sudden explosion caught him off guard.

Faced with this attack, his sword could not keep up. In desperation, he could only rely on his experience to turn around and kick Fang Chen's sideways.

Resist this counterattack.

Fang Chen directly released his ankle and took half a step away from it.

The ring-headed sword buzzed and slashed down without any fancy, facing Wang Haoyu who could not dodge in front of him.

clang!!

The collision of the two swords, the aftermath is swaying.

The air waves rise and spread, turning into a circle visible to the naked eye.

Wang Haoyu was struck by lightning, and was slapped into the ground with this knife, knocking out a big pit.

Sizzle...

Fang Chen dragged the knife two steps, and the weapon bypassed the tip of his knife.

The tip of the knife was like a poisonous snake that spitted out a letter. Under his horrified gaze, a trace of afterimage was pulled out, and it poked Wang Haoyu's waist and abdomen sharply.

Click.

The sound of cracking is particularly crisp.

It can be clearly seen from the naked eye that the armor on Wang Haoyu's waist suddenly burst out like a spider-web-like crack, and even bloody red fragments splashed everywhere, revealing the soft fabric below.

Puff.

With one knife, the qi and blood burst out, raging the wound wildly.

Wang Haoyu's face turned from ashen to pale. He kicked Fang Chen back, got up with a knife, covered his wound, staggered back.

Tick, drip...

The bright red blood oozed out from his fingers and splashed into red flowers on the ground.

“Haha~”

Fang Chen licked his lips and slowly moved forward with the knife. His scarlet eyes kept sweeping across him, muttering hoarsely: "Is the third level of innate? But... so."

clang!!

Two swords collided.

Wang Haoyu groaned and had to press his left hand against the back of the knife before he could resist the explosive power contained in this knife. With the action of removing the force, another blood arrow was sprayed on the wound.

"weak!"

Fang Chen kicked it out, stepped forward and slashed again.

Block again.

Wang Haoyu's arms were trembling, sour and weak, and they couldn't help.

Another knife.

Block again.

Wang Haoyu had blood seeping from his mouth and nose, and a long sword whineeded out of his hand, and he retreated for seven steps in a row before he could relieve his strength.

The fourth knife followed like a shadow.

Gaba, bang!!

The armor that condensed with blood and blood was shattered by a blood blade in a scattered sound of tooth-sourcing shattering.

The hissing sound of flesh was dragged out from Wang Haoyu's shoulder to abdomen, a knife mark with a foot of 40 centimeters that was visible to the bones in depth.

Bang...

He kicked it out and bleeded away.

Wang Haoyu collapsed the wall and fell to the ground in a sluggish manner. Blood splashed out from the wound like a fountain.

He was like a dying fish, struggling to stand up.
Chapter completed!