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Zhou Fei instantly judged what Wang Huan wanted to do.
In fact, there is no need to judge.
After all, Wang Huan was desperately rushing towards him.
The distance between the two parties is not too far, just one standing on the ice and the other standing on the water.
Every time Wanghuan’s feet touch the surface of the water, there will be a large splash of water, and the shock waves spread to the surrounding layer upon layer. After hitting the ice layer, they bounce back and form a new lifting force to help Wanghuan. accelerate.
In just a few blinks of an eye, Wang Huan had already deceived Zhou Fei.
Then he found Zhou Fei smiled at himself.
Wang Huan was a little surprised.
Why does Zhou Fei laugh
Could it be that what is the trap
Wang Huan raised his vigilance to the highest level in an instant, and glanced at his feet at the same time.
So far, all Zhou Fei's attacks have come from below the surface of the water.
No wonder the battle site will eventually be selected in the Zhuquehu Lake.
With the help of ice, all these "kill moves" can be hidden.
However, Zhou Fei has already shown too many hole cards, Wang Huan is a bit unbelief in evil, will this guy have a steady stream of tricks
He is not a god, how could he keep so many backhands.
After waiting for almost three breaths, Wang Huan made sure that there was no problem, and kicked with his foot up.
The smile on Zhou Fei's face did not fade away, as if he had been frozen on his face, then he threw away the knife, and quickly retreated with his toes against the ice surface.
Xue Yin Knife was also unlucky, and had been thrown by Zhou Fei three times since the beginning.
It feels like it was sent for a charge of the phone bill, and I don't cherish it at all.
If Xue Yindao could speak, he would definitely complain of Zhou Fei's "beast" behavior in tears.
When I first got myself, I couldn't wait to wipe it ten times a day, and called others Xiao Tiantian.
Now the new weapon is replaced by a weapon, and it doesn’t wipe it anymore, and it’s still thrown everywhere.
He is simply a scum master.
Of course, Zhou Fei couldn't hear Xue Yindao's "angry".
After throwing the knife, he quickly retreated, almost boosting his speed to the extreme, before and after he retreated from the lake to the pear forest on the shore of the lake.
Wang Huan naturally followed.
He had a sense of anger that was teased by Zhou Fei, he had no other thoughts in his mind, he just wanted to kill Zhou Fei.
As for whether Zhou Fei is a demon, it is no longer within Wang Huan’s thinking.
Inside.
Anyway, if Zhou Fei is killed, he is not a demon and he has to become a demon.
The two entered the pear grove one after another.
Zhou Fei stopped.
The inscription knife shot again.
A series of inscriptions were formed in the air and then pasted on the pear trees.
These pear trees suddenly became manic, as if they had become spirits, their branches turned into tentacles, and they began to beat Wanghuan frantically.
"Sure enough, it is a demon means!" Wang Huan roared: "You still said that you are not a demon!"
Zhou Fei said: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't have knowledge, be careful I sue you for slander."
Wang Huan hummed: "The magical sprites, it's not worth a moment of exposure."
"Use idioms indiscriminately, deduct ten points." Zhou Fei said.
Wang Huan was stunned.
This is so messy.
What I said was so imposing, how come Zhou Fei's mouth turned into a deduction.
What does deduction mean
It was just a moment of stunner, a branch hit his face fiercely, leaving a deep blood mark.
Wang Huan roared like a beast, he grabbed the branch, broke it fiercely, and threw it on the ground desperately stepping on it.
After venting once, Wang Huan continued to rush forward.
Naihe just took a step, and the change took place again.
The originally hard frozen soil layer suddenly melted into a swamp, like a beast with a big mouth wide open, biting Wang Huan's legs and dragging him into the swamp.
At the same time, those scuffled branches were also drawn.
Wang Huan became a target.
The smoked crackled.
The short anger formed a substantial flame at this moment, and Wang Huan's whole body burned.
He grabbed a branch, and with the help of the opponent's strength, he pulled himself out of the mud, and then stepped on the branches in the air with his feet, and flew forward like a foraging bird of prey.
Zhou Fei narrowed his eyes, and the inscription knife continued to wave wildly.
In fact, he is also a little bit at the end of the day.
The continuous use of inscription techniques, and they are all high-strength inscriptions. Even if these things are strengthened by the three senior brothers, it is a huge consumption for Zhou Fei. Now every time he draws an inscription, Zhou Fei feels himself His chest was painful like a knife, and blood poured out from the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, dropped down to the ground along his chin, and was quickly frozen.
But Zhou Fei also understood that he couldn't stop.
Once it stops, it will die.
Now it is not just a competition of strength, but also a competition of willpower.
"Ah!" Zhou Fei roared, ending the drawing of this inscription.
His left knee softened, and the whole person knelt down uncontrollably.
And the inscription that took a lot of effort to draw turned into a roaring ** in mid-air.
To be precise, it is a dragon head.
** With his head open and his mouth wide open, he bit over Wang Huan with his head up and down.
A statue of Arhat once again appeared behind Wang Huan.
** Bitten the Arhat statue.
At the same time, it shattered and turned into stars in the sky.
Wang Huan snorted painfully, and his body flew upside down like a torn cloth, and returned directly to the lake. Then he slid against the ice surface for a certain distance and almost fell into the lake water.
At this moment Wang Huan was very embarrassed, his body was full of wounds, and there was no such thing as a monk, like a beggar on the street.
His spiritual energy was consumed extremely, and he could no longer maintain the defensive barrier on the surface of his body. Although none of the injuries that Zhou Fei caused to him was fatal, the number was too large and it looked extremely terrifying.
Zhou Fei panted, holding the trunk of the tree to his feet.
He wanted to engrave another inscription to completely kill Wang Huan.
But he can't raise his hand anymore.
The arm holding the waste material inscription knife trembled, as heavy as a thousand catties.
"Can't give up, never give up." Zhou Fei stepped forward and walked forward a little bit. At some point, his left arm had several wounds. The blood slid down the arm onto the inscription knife, and then fell from the tip of the knife to the ground. A long blood trail was drawn.
Wanghuan, who was lying on the ice, trembled a few times and struggled to get up.
His eyes were full of flames, fiery angry fire.
This battle is really useless.
It's not that I lost to Zhou Fei in strength.
Instead, he lost to his inexplicable "cheerful" tricks.
The disciples in the academy did not know how to fight in an upright manner, and all their thoughts were spent on these crooked ways.
The stone pillars before, and the demonized pear tree now, are all side-doors that are difficult to be elegant.
Wang Huan wanted to see what other tricks Zhou Fei had.
He had better use more.
In this way, the identity of the demon king's son can also be consolidated a little tighter.
(End of this chapter)