The figure stood motionless in the fog. Although Chen Zifei couldn't see the figure's face clearly, he could feel that the figure was staring at him, as if staring at his prey.
Chen Zifei sneered. It seems that this is not a coincidence, but it is directed at me. Then I will see what kind of magic this is.
Chen Zifei had no expression on his face and strode towards the fog. If it were the original situation, Chen Zifei would definitely have to dodge first and then take the opportunity to fight back in this situation where the enemy is hidden and we are clear. But now that he has become a demon cultivator, his physical body
Being powerful filled him with confidence, and at the same time his mentality also underwent subtle changes.
When Chen Zifei stepped into the fog, he could no longer see the surrounding scenery. He could only see the thick fog and the figure in the distance. The figure was like a lighthouse in the middle of the night, guiding Chen Zifei in the direction.
Chen Zifei's eyes were cold, and he locked on the figure. He exerted force on his feet and shot out. Seeing the figure getting closer and closer, suddenly the figure moved, flashed suddenly, and disappeared into the mist.
Chen Zifei tensed up and looked around, but except for the thick fog, there was nothing else at all, let alone human figures, and the visibility was less than five meters.
Damn it, what kind of weather is this? Chen Zifei frowned, and at the same time, he exerted his physical strength to the extreme. He knew that the figure must not have escaped, but was hiding in the darkness, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.
Suddenly, the hair on Chen Zifei's back suddenly stood up. It was coming. Without any time to think about it, Chen Zifei suddenly pulled out the King of the Jungle machete, turned around and slashed. Suddenly, there was an anxious sound of metal, and a black shadow was behind him, holding a long knife in both hands, just in time to chop.
On his own king of the jungle.
Chen Zifei suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The sword was too fast. He had felt the danger just now, and it was a completely subconscious reaction, so he just blocked the blow.
If I had been so late, the knife would have fallen on my neck, and wouldn't my head have been chopped off?
"Who is that person?" Chen Zifei roared angrily and slashed him with his backhand.
This time, Chen Zifei didn't hold back. He used all his physical strength and was bound to kill the enemy. The knife he just struck was too dangerous. He almost got hit and was just one step away from death.
Chen Zifei will no longer underestimate the enemy this time. If he dares to attack himself, he must be aware of death.
With a muffled bang, the figure was sent flying directly, but Chen Zifei knew that this knife definitely did not kill the opponent. At that moment, Chen Zifei was surprised to find that the man was actually wearing the armor of an ancient island warrior, with a face
He was also wearing a mask, which looked very scary.
Cold sweat broke out on Chen Zifei's head. Who is this? This kind of armor no longer exists at all. Even the ones that have been preserved are all in museums. Let alone fighting, if you touch it a few times, it will probably fall apart.
It's impossible to wear it to fight.
But Chen Zifei firmly believed that this armor should be the kind of samurai armor from the Warring States Period of the island country. The murderous aura faintly exuding from it cannot be imitated.
And there is no emotion in this man's eyes, as if this is not a person at all, just like a killing machine. Could this be a professional killer?
Before Chen Zifei could think about it, another strong wind came from behind. Chen Zifei turned around suddenly and saw a sword light appeared in front of him. Chen Zifei hurriedly raised his sword to block it. The power of Chen Zifei's physical body exploded, and the figure was instantly destroyed.
Zhenfei and disappeared into the darkness again.
How could he recover so quickly? Even if his sword was blocked by him, it would at least make his blood boil. That sword of his used his own physical strength, which belongs to the power of a demon cultivator.
Then the armored warrior appeared again, his body rose into the air, spinning rapidly in the air, and the long knife was like a meat grinder, crushing towards Chen Zifei. Chen Zifei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he rolled on the spot to avoid the armored warrior's attack path.
, his body suddenly jumped up, and he had already arrived behind the armored warrior. The king of the jungle dagger in his hand pierced the armored warrior's back heart from bottom to top.
Hearing a pop sound, Chen Zifei could feel himself piercing the opponent. The dagger in his hand moved along the way. Chen Zifei showed a sneer on his lips and kicked the armored warrior in the back. The armored warrior turned into a cannonball and shot directly into the darkness.
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"Is there anyone left? If there is no one, I can leave." Chen Zifei looked around and said coldly.
Just as Chen Zifei was about to turn around and leave, a black shadow suddenly shot towards him. Chen Zifei frowned and slashed at the opponent with the machete in his right hand from top to bottom, which was bound to cut the opponent in two.
With a muffled bang, the figure was sent flying into the mist again, and Chen Zifei's expression became even more gloomy.
At that moment, Chen Zifei could see that it was still the armored warrior just now. Although he was covered by a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, his cold breath, eyes without any emotion, and the one that had been pierced in his back before
The armored warrior is a person.
But how could it be possible? His back stab completely bypassed the bones and would definitely pierce his internal organs. There was no way he could survive, let alone make such a swift and violent movement.
Chen Zifei was still very confident in his own methods, which were gained through life-and-death fighting experience in the jungle. However, this armored warrior seemed to be invincible, which made Chen Zifei feel fearful in his heart.
Just as Chen Zifei thought, the armored warrior appeared again, but this time he held a sword in each hand. The two sword styles quickly came towards Chen Zifei and slashed wildly. Chen Zifei had a dagger in his left hand and a machete in his right hand. His spirit was raised to the extreme, and he could not stop it.
Lower the opponent's attack.
Although Chen Zifei had an absolute advantage in terms of strength, even if he used passive defense, he could make the opponent retreat, but he could not kill the opponent. Chen Zifei was also anxious in his heart.
Suddenly Chen Zifei frowned, his physical strength increased to the extreme, and he threw the machete in his hand, directly nailing the armored warrior's feet to the ground. Due to the inertia, the armored warrior fell directly to the ground.
At this moment, Chen Zifei flew up, weighing several hundred kilograms, and hit his knee directly on the armored warrior's back. Chen Zifei's right fist was surrounded by black flames, and he struck again with the Fist of the North Star. The powerful concussive attack directly hit the armored warrior.
The armored warrior's head was punched through with one punch, creating a half-meter deep hole in the ground.
Chen Zifei let out a long breath. The monster finally stopped moving. What the hell is this thing? It is simply an invincible Xiaoqiang.
Moreover, the sword technique used by this monster is not modern swordsmanship. It is full of killing and bloodshed. It is a real battlefield killing technique. Who is this person?
At this time, the surrounding fog suddenly began to dissipate, and Chen Zifei finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.