Facing Fang Senyan, the enemy who had painstakingly planned to deal with him, Little Lord Fokker didn't say much at all. At this moment, his words were completely nonsense, his eyes flashed like will-o'-the-wisps, and Fang Sheyan grabbed the sword edge. The hand was suddenly condensed by the bleak chill, and the chill went to the heart.
Now that Fang Sheyan has reached the point where he can't see the dagger at this time, he doesn't hesitate at this time, he pulls out +7 West with his backhand, aiming at Little Lord Fokke and beheading him! Little Lord Fokker made a backhand slash, and the two weapons slashed alternately in the air, splashing out a little bit of chill and blue stars.
The two let out a muffled roar from their throats at the same time, exerting force at the same time, and the two pressed forward together! The black air around Little Lord Fokker's body was condensed and tumbling, and the faces of the two were only less than 20 centimeters apart, but there were two extremely sharp weapons between them, and the eyes of both sides seemed to want to disembowel the enemy Cut the belly, heart and lungs!
Fang Sheyan snorted, exerted a forceful pressure, and pushed Little Lord Fokke back half a step. It can be seen that purple black rotten gas came out of the armor cut by Sivalle on the shoulder of the little Lord Fokker earlier, flowing out like blood, falling on the ground like sulfuric acid. rattle! There was a squeaking white breath, which was extremely unpleasant.
At this time, the distance between the two was still only half a meter close, and the strong rotten aura of Little Lord Fokker rushed towards his face, but he could not help showing signs of decline. At this time, he fell into Sheyan's calculations, and he was indeed in Weakest state:
He first teleported through the space with Moore, and he would consume half of his upper limit of black magic, so it would be difficult to release the ultimate move. This is the first bad news.
Leaving his old nest to fight in a different place, his strength will drop by half compared to his heyday. This is the second bad news.
Next, his mount, Moore, was trapped by the undead pirate on the black pearl—needless to say the strength of the knight without the mount—needless to say, his strength dropped by half again!
Then when he was chasing Sheyan, he started killing along the way! Although the soul of the person killed by Lord Fokker will be converted into his power, the conversion also requires a process, just like people drinking nutrients will not take effect immediately, at least they must go through digestion in the stomach, large intestine, and small intestine Just absorb it.
It will take three days for those dead souls to be transformed into Lord Fokker's immediate combat power, but the black magic power and energy he consumed during the killing process cannot be replenished in a short period of time! What's more, in the process, he was severely injured by Xiwale! This caused his strength to drop by half again!
That is to say, the little Lord Fokker who fell into Sheyan's calculation at this time, his strength is only one half times one half times one half of his normal state! And among the remaining one-eighth of strength, Sheyan is still close to being immune to the most powerful disease and cold effects of Lord Fokker! That's why Sheyan has the confidence to challenge him alone!
By the way, it can be imagined that the strength of a little Fokker in his heyday can indeed reach the abnormal strength of one person against a legendary battleship in hand-to-hand combat! (Of course, the Black Pearl is an exception)
"This damn... ants!"
Little Falk's icy eyes fixed on the monstrous skeleton in front of him, feeling the weakness coming from deep inside his body one after another, and his breathing getting heavier and heavier, a sense of absurdity appeared in his heart very feeling:
Could it be that he who abandoned titles, money, and beauties in exchange for infinite power, who has been ignoring the world for more than ten years, did not die at the hands of those powerful legendary figures and sacred sacrifices, but he will be buried in this damned ants? in the hands of the little people
After this idea was derived, the cold eyes of Little Lord Fokke also instantly became hollow! Immediately afterwards, there was a mournful flash like a will-o'-the-wisp!
He tilted his head, and Sheyan's sharp long knife slashed at the wound that Xivale had cut earlier, and the rancid purple-black liquid spurted out violently, pouring Sheyan all over his body. At the same time, an extremely cold vortex formed on Little Lord Fokker's right hand, and then pointed at Sheyan and pushed it out!
At this moment, an indescribable low temperature enveloped Sheyan's whole body. It felt like the cold and pale cheeks of thousands of dead people were sticking tightly to his skin in an instant. Absorbing the temperature of all life.
Howling shock! ! !
The sound of crackling ice cracked violently on the surface of Sheyan's body! At this time, Lord Fokker suddenly raised the Ice Blade Rune Sword in his hand, and slashed out slightly from top to bottom!
With a sound of "Whistle", there was an extremely cold ice cone arrow from the tip of the rune sword, and it shot through the air!
Fang Senyan managed to strike a slash, +7 West collided with the ice blade arrow in the air, it exploded and shattered, leaving deep marks on the surface of his bones. Fang Senyan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lord Fokke open his mouth, and with a "poof", a swirling phosphorous fire flew out of his mouth and rushed towards him.
Sheyan has a high resistance to disease and cold at this time, but her resistance to fire is normal. He was stunned and could only catch it in time.
At this time, the moon disappeared into the clouds again, Sheyan regained his human form, and he could see the slender fire scales spewed out by Lord Fokker being squeezed tightly in his palm, then squeezed and twisted, just because Contaminated with fresh flesh, it is burning blazingly! The flesh of his one hand was scorched until it made a "sizzling" sound, like an unwilling and rebellious snake, still struggling.
Strictly speaking, at this time, Lord Fokke has deviated from the essence of a knight. Instead, his sword is more like a magic wand, and it is often based on all kinds of weird black magic. The difference from the magician is that this guy is also wearing an extremely thick plate armor, and has a very strange and evil mount!
Seeing that Sheyan was about to squeeze out the phosphorous fire, Lord Fokker punched his own shoulder wound with a backhand, and a large cloud of jet-black, purple-black liquid sprayed out and poured on the phosphorous fire.
I saw that the phosphorous fire that was about to be extinguished immediately turned hot and surging again, and distorted and painful faces appeared on it, howling in pain. The cries mixed together, unexpectedly produced echoes colliding with each other in the confined space, it was so shrill, like a ghost crying god!
The fire was so intense that it even ignited Fang Senyan's flesh drop by drop. When it landed on the ground, a large piece of bluish-black ghost flames exploded, and even the hard rock was burned to "crack" rattle.
Faced with such an attack that he could not defend against at all, the bloody feeling rose again in Fang Senyan's heart. The continuous burns triggered the passive ability on the armor, and his brave and unruly temperament He churned out from the depths of his soul again, and he yelled, advancing instead of retreating! With raging flames, he drew his sword and slashed at Little Lord Fokke!
At this time, Lord Fokker's disadvantage of losing his mount was reflected. There will be a period of delay in casting spells after he casts spells. Therefore, there was no way to dodge, and the angry Fang Senyan violently swung the long knife to attack and attack, exchange injury for injury!
The dark blue light flickered continuously, and the ear-piercing sound of chopping flesh and bone kept ringing out! What's even more weird is that as Fang Senyan swung his last knife heavily, the glove he was wearing suddenly shone with silver light, and it could be seen that the damp water vapor from all around gathered insanely, forming a huge azure blue bubble Wrapping Little Lord Fokke inside, it would be difficult for him to move half a step inside!
This is the passive ability of Sheyan's new equipment "Thick Scales of Abnormality": tidal impact! Once covered by this blister, if the blister is not broken, the victim will continue to fall into a state of 80% movement deceleration!
Little Lord Fokker did not expect such a situation to happen, he hesitated for a moment, and took Sheyan's knife abruptly! This knife has two critical strike effects! There was already a crackling sound on Little Fokker's shoulder, and half of the plate armor shoulder page flew out, and his whole arm drooped down. The purple-black gas surged out violently, turning into faces of liberated souls in the air, fleeing crazily. It seems that Little Lord Fokker has sealed countless painful dead souls in his body, and the power of his magic comes from this!
Sheyan didn't hesitate at this time, raised the knife again, there was a golden light flashing on the +7 West, and Odin's divine power blessed it, and the damage to Lord Fokke was extremely huge, and then Sheyan slashed down hard. !
This knife completely cut off the injured arm of Little Lord Fokke, and flew high, showing a parabola and falling to the ground with a thud. It's just that at this moment, the other hand of Little Lord Fokker was flickering with a cold light, and a long ice spear was suddenly condensed! Looking at the specifications and standard of the ice spear, it is a compulsory weapon for knights in the Middle Ages, the knight spear!
But Sheyan didn't know that Lord Fokke even made it to the top three in the selection of knights in the British peninsula before his fall!
Then Lord Fokker violently threw out the spear in his hand, the ice spear!
I saw that cold lightning flashed through Fang Senyan's chest, and suddenly, his entire left side was numb! Even the fresh blood sprayed from the wound on the back instantly condensed into strings of bright red ice flakes in the air!
The ice spear was even more powerful, it dragged Sheyan five or six meters away, and then nailed it to the rock behind.