Although Fan Dongliu was already attacking with all his strength, he saw Lin Fengjin in front of him making an extremely embarrassing dog-eating move. Although his shoulder was severely injured, at least two or three kilograms of flesh were cut off, and the blood was as if he had been severely injured.

Squeeze hard and spray out, but the direction and angle of the attack are exactly the glimmer of life in the dead end!!!

Although the purpose of Pan Dongliu is to cut off Lin Fengjin's hands and feet, it actually relies on extremely fast speed. It is impossible to cut off the limbs with just one sword. In other words, there is still a sequence of actions.

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Lin Fengjin paid the price of injury at the beginning to avoid the first slash and hid in a blind corner, so the next three attacks naturally failed.

It was really surprising that the hit he was aiming for failed, but Lin Fengjin's image of being extremely embarrassed, with mud and water mixed with blood and dripping blood was a good disguise, so after Fan Dongliu missed the hit, he just frowned slightly and screamed.

He shot again. If an ordinary person saw it, it would be as fast as lightning!

Lin Fengjin felt life and death at this moment, but his heart was empty. What he saw in his eyes was not the whole world, but the extremely sharp sword in the flute, the sword in the flute that killed him!

More importantly, this time he was prepared in his mind. After seeing Pan Dongliu's moves again and carefully distinguishing them, he suddenly realized that this guy just relied on his own speed and was able to eat all over the world with one move. Even every time

After exerting force, there will be a slight stagnation of energy storage!

To put it more bluntly, if we just look at the speed of the sword, this guy Pan Dongliu has already reached the level of the national martial arts candidates.

Because one of the basic tests for assessing martial arts candidates is the so-called three-petal plum - shooting out the gun three times in a row in one breath, piercing the palm-thick pine board, and stabbing three products on it.

With the holes arranged in the shape of Chinese characters, the speeds of the two are actually almost the same.

However, Pandongliu only has such an advantage in speed. In Lin Fengjin's eyes at this time, its shortcomings are undoubtedly exposed - its attack skills and shot strength are poor.

It's too far away, and it's nothing more than stabbing and slashing, but it's just covered up by the extremely fast speed. As the saying goes, a beauty can cover up a hundred ugliness, this is what it means.

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There was a loud "cracking" sound, and the doorposts of the Shen family's haunted house were already rotting away, but were cut in half by a flash of sword light, and then collapsed earth-shatteringly. Amidst the flying smoke and dust, a human figure rolled in embarrassment, and then

Get up slowly.

The blood flowed down from the forehead, and the warm feeling was very clear, and then penetrated into the corner of the mouth with a slight numbness and itching.

The smell of blood was slightly cool, but also had a burning smell that made people go crazy.

Lin Fengjin gasped. In order to avoid the continuous pursuit of the terrifying enemy who was as elegant as an immortal but behaved like a lunatic, he paid the price again. That is, a teacup-sized hole was pierced on his thigh, and the blood was like spring water.

Apart from that, the gash on the head that required at least seven or eight stitches was just a minor injury.

However, his eyes became brighter and brighter, because at first he just held on to the idea of ​​​​fighting for one more second, but now, in this crazy situation where he was almost certain to die, he found a glimmer of hope!!

At the same time, Lin Fengjin also mastered many dodge tricks in such slow-motion replay battles.

For example, if the enemy's next blow is a sharp vertical slash like "Strike the Huashan Mountain", then there will inevitably be a gesture of raising the sword high! Then there is nothing wrong with immediately dodging to the side when you see this gesture.

For another example, if the enemy wants to thrust forward, he must have the habit of drawing back his sword with his elbow. When he sees this action, he can just start to dodge accordingly.

Even in this state, Lin Fengjin felt that he would have no problem dodging bullets. Of course, his physical adaptability could not be faster than the speed of the bullet, but to hit him, there must be a lift.

The action of raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger!

Under ordinary circumstances, even if this series of actions are captured by the naked eye, they are all done in one go. Unless one has received extremely professional training, it would be impossible to react.

But in his current state, Lin Fengjin can clearly and calmly dodge the moment his opponent pulls the trigger. His physical reaction is not strong enough to follow the speed of the bullet after it comes out of the chamber.

However, if you add in the delay time after aiming and pulling the trigger, dodging bullets is definitely not a joke.

Therefore, although Lin Fengjin's strength at this time is just an ant that can be killed with a wave of his hand in Fan Dongliu's eyes, but at this time when various situations are coming together, if the ant can grasp it well,

Chances are, you can also kill an elephant!

Lin Fengjin suddenly started running, rolling and crawling from the ruins of the collapsed house, but he was not running away! He was rushing!

Behind him, for some reason, Fan Dongliu suddenly stopped and raised his face slightly. His eyes were still closed, as if he was looking for something in confusion. Suddenly, his body shook a little.

A few streams of black blood also flowed out of the nostrils and ear holes!

In fact, the wound on his leg scratched by the ghost was also hindering his pursuit. The intuitive manifestation is: every time Pan Dong flows out the sword to attack, he must return to his breath and stagnate for a while. Otherwise, Lin Fengjin even

No matter how much I could slow down the flow of time, I would have died a hundred times earlier!

"This is the time!"

Lin Fengjin's bloodshot eyes immediately locked onto the life and death enemy in front of him!

"Yes, your heart is starting to get messy!"

"No matter how miraculous you make those inner eyes, but! They are never as useful as the eyes you are accustomed to. At this time, you are missing repeatedly, and the anxiety in your heart and the fatigue in your body should have exceeded the critical point! Although you

It seems like everything is under control, but you are only a young man, and I have lived at least thirty years longer than you, and have experienced more intrigues and human relationships in my previous life!"

"Competing with my scheming and my patience, you are still too young!"

There is actually no difference between rushing and escaping. They are both running with all their strength, but the direction of running is different, so the nature is completely different. At this time, Lin Fengjin had clearly thrown away the opponent, but at this time, he was sprinting

The direction was not somewhere else, but the Pandongliu that came like a flying fairy from outside the sky and suppressed the entire audience!

The feeling of his sprint was like a stubborn moth, rushing straight towards the raging fire that was about to burn the sky! And that kind of indescribable determination, as if even if his body turned to ashes, he still wanted to let the flames simmer slightly.

Sway!

"The wound on your thigh must be very painful!"

"The monster's corpse poison doesn't seem to be easy to tolerate. The light of the jade pendant used to detoxify has also dimmed. I saw that all the blood flowing out of your wound is black blood!"

"You are panting very hard now. Your mind has been confused, and your mind is naturally useless!"

"You!! You are already at the end of your strength!"

Lin Fengjin shouted the above words at the top of his lungs while running, firstly to strengthen his beliefs and inferences, and secondly to disturb the other party's mind.

Because even if everything he deduced was correct, an ant is still an ant, and the opponent still has the ability to kill him with one blow. And to be honest, he is on the verge of running out of gas. If he can delay it for one more second, that's it.

One percent more vitality!!

But at this time, just when Lin Fengjin rushed closer to within ten meters of Pandongliu, this handsome man who still looked handsome suddenly raised his head. Although he couldn't see Lin Fengjin, he was pouring his energy.

Shendu completely locked onto the opponent, and then suddenly threw the sword in the flute with his right hand!

Yes, Lin Fengjin was right at all. Pandongliu was indeed at the end of its war effort, but precisely because its opponent was at the end of its war effort, it would also make the most intense and ferocious counterattack! The most ferocious counterattack is the dying struggle!

After the sword was thrown, the speed of the flying shot increased suddenly, but Lin Fengjin also immediately noticed something: After throwing the sword, Fan Dongliu on the opposite side actually fell down as sluggishly as a fallen leaf.

On the ground!

Lin Fengjin had calculated it very clearly at this time. Although he had the ability to slow down the passage of time, his slow body reaction could not avoid this surprise attack.

Therefore, Lin Fengjin screamed wildly in the midst of this lightning fire. Relying on his understanding of the vital organs inside the human body, he did not think about the fatal murderous intention shot in front of him at all, but concentrated on the front.

He waved his right hand and used all his strength to throw the stone that was already warmed by body temperature in his hand!

This stone was picked up by Lin Fengjin casually from the collapsed Shen family's ghost house. It was about the size of a fist, heavy and solid, and the stone was hard. At this time, he threw it out with all his strength, with a "wow" sound in the wind and a dull sound.

The flying spin hit the Pandongliu more than ten meters away!

The pupils of Fan Dongliu, who had just thrown the Fuzhong Sword, suddenly shrank. He never expected that the extremely weak enemy in front of him would actually let out such a deadly sound under such a dying struggle.

A counterattack!

His hand instinctively touched the compass on his waist, but that thing had been damaged by pollution!

It is worth mentioning that during the throwing process, Lin Fengjin is still in a state where he can slow down time, so he can adjust his shooting angle to the maximum extent!
Chapter completed!