Both of them moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye they had already executed dozens of moves on each other.
As they are all killers, their attack direction is naturally the key point, and they strive to kill with one blow.
Qin Feng successfully stabbed the God of Death several times, but was surprised to find that the sharp fire meteorite could only penetrate less than three centimeters deep. No matter how hard he used, the result was almost always the same.
What's going on?
Since there was so little information about the Lich, he didn't know that the only weakness of the God of Death was the joints in his body. Of course, the bones and joints in his hands were as hard as steel.
Bang...
The two exchanged punches, and Qin Feng's body quickly retreated, but the God of Death only shook twice, stabilized his body, and launched another attack.
In terms of strength, he was more than defeated by the God of Death.
Although he had an advantage in agility, he was unable to cause substantial damage to the God of Death, and this advantage was lost.
He slid to the side to avoid the opponent's fatal blow, and at the same time hit the God of Death's back elbow with his backhand.
Click...
After a crisp sound, the God of Death, who was still full of murderous intent, suddenly slowed down a beat.
What's going on?
Finding the enemy's weaknesses is the foundation for a qualified killer. He immediately realizes that the opponent's joints may be weak points.
So what are you waiting for? Try it again.
Qin Feng suddenly felt confident, waving Huo Yun with one hand, and the other hand turned into a fist and then into a palm, attacking together with the dagger.
The God of Death's expression became solemn. He had not been able to take down the beacon demon for so long, and he also allowed the opponent to discover his own weaknesses. This was not a good sign. He immediately made changes, avoiding the joints being attacked.
Possibility, on the one hand, accumulate strength and look for opportunities to kill with one strike.
A few hundred meters away, Isabella, who had a leisurely expression, was holding a cup of coffee in her hand. She took a sip with graceful movements and smacked her lips: "Not bad, not bad. The little villain really knows how to enjoy it. Everything he gets is top quality. His progress
No matter how young you are, you can even compete with the God of Death. The God of Death is the same, because he is timid with a lame leg, otherwise how could the little villain be your opponent."
Qin Feng's strength has obviously improved after he advanced. But fundamentally speaking, he is still no match for the Killing God. It is not easy to persist until now, not only undefeated but also able to compete with him.
As for whether he would be able to do it as smoothly as he did now after a long time, he was not worried.
Isabella is not worried either. With her as a backup expert, there will definitely be no problem.
But how can she successfully and completely kill the god of death who is already a lich? She doesn't have a clear answer in her heart, so she can only take it one step at a time.
She first took out her dagger Saravel, then shook her head and put it aside.
He took out a single-handed double-barreled shotgun again, shook his head and put it aside.
Finally, he took out an egg-shaped grenade with a red shell, stared at it for a few seconds, and said to himself: "I hope this thing will work. The explosion power is no less than three kilograms of TNT. The lich shouldn't be able to withstand it, right?"
To be on the safe side, she brought three in total, one on each side of her waist and one under her left shoulder. Only in this way would her fighting movements not be affected.
After changing his strategy in defeating the God of Death, Qin Feng can no longer take advantage of him at all. Not to mention attacking his joints, even his body is out of your reach.
A few minutes later, Qin Feng was panting from exhaustion. The grandson's physical strength was so strong that he still doesn't change his face and his heart doesn't beat.
Gradually, a smile appeared on the face of the God of Death. He knew that the time to counterattack was coming. After accumulating for so long, he almost had enough to use a big move.
"Feng Mo, you can die!" He shouted, and his body suddenly rose several meters higher.
Qin Feng raised his head involuntarily, and the God of Death had already completed a turn in the air and rushed towards him.
It was so fast that there was no time to react.
Bang...
Just when the God of Killing was about to succeed, he was kicked away by someone flying from the side, and his fist almost brushed Qin Feng's forehead.
A person can only maintain one center of gravity in the air. When an external force is applied, the center of gravity will be lost immediately. After the God of Death was kicked away, he fell heavily to a place more than ten meters away.
Young Master Qin let out a long breath, and his forehead, which was hit by the wind of the fist, was even more painful. He turned to the old instructor and said with dissatisfaction, "Why did it take you so long to come? I almost got killed by him."
Instructor Fu Lao shrugged his shoulders and said: "You were the one who asked me not to act too early and give you enough time to perform. Why are you blaming me now? Didn't I come in time? You were injured."
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"No."
"Then it's over." Isabella said with a smile: "Stand aside and rest for a while, then look at me. I let him run away last time, this time I will definitely take his life."
Young Master Qin rarely had a record of winning when talking back to the Fu Lao instructor. He was really tired and didn't bother to refute anything, so he stood aside obediently.
The God of Death got up from the ground with a look of embarrassment. He finally had a chance to make a big move, but was destroyed at the most critical moment. The fire in his heart was already burning.
"Instructor Isabella, why are you on his side?" the God of Death asked sternly.
The immortal instructor had a smile on his face: "Why can't I stand on his side?"
The God of Death glared: "I understand, it was you, a pair of bastards, who joined forces to destroy Death Island, right? Isabella, I never thought that you could destroy our organization for the sake of a man."
"Shut up! I am also a victim, okay?" The beautiful instructor was also very angry.
The God of Death was stunned: "Are you telling the truth?"
Young Master Qin, who was watching the show on the sidelines, answered in a disgraceful manner: "That's right, I did it alone to destroy Death Island, and it had nothing to do with the beautiful instructor."
The God of Death was even more puzzled: "Since you are the victim, you should avenge the organization, why do you still want to work with it?"
"I am happy!" Instructor Fu Lao snorted: "You don't have to fight whether you want to fight or not. Just stand still and let me kill you! Only if you die can the little villain and I avoid future troubles forever.
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Hahaha……
The God of Death laughed three times with an arrogant expression and said, "Sure enough, you are here for this pretty boy. I didn't expect Isabella, who has never shown any interest in the opposite sex, to like others. Should I believe in love?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Instructor Fu Lao didn't bother to say anything more to him, and held the dagger behind his back to attack.
The God of Death put away the mocking expression on his face and stepped forward on the lame leg.
The two of them fought together, and it was even more intense than before.
Young Master Qin found a stone and sat down. This was a rare peak showdown, not something anyone could see if they wanted to.