Is this what it means to be born at someone else’s end point
Doug was speechless as he looked at Qiao He in the air.
This damn simulation field really takes unfairness to the extreme, doesn't it
Qiao He's hair and beard were all white, and his clothes had long been torn to pieces due to the passage of time and the vibration when he was unearthed.
Perhaps because he drank enough blood, he didn't look old at all. His muscles were streamlined, shiny and firm, just like they were carved by an artist. One more would be too much, and one less would be too little.
at this time.
Qiao Heqing landed on the courtyard wall without any cover.
He looked at Doug and the others frivolously: "You didn't expect it, you schemed and schemed, but ended up setting up a wedding dress for me. I always thought that I would have to stay underground for at least half a year before I could give you a surprise.
Who knew you would give me a surprise and release me ahead of time. I have accumulated more than a hundred years of skills, peerless martial arts, and I am ranked in the top ten in the simulation field. So what? I might as well tell you directly that my keyword is killing, and I am currently ranked last in the simulation field. "
He pursed his lips and glanced at Doug and the others, "But don't worry, it won't be like that soon. I will show you what it means to be the best in the world and what it means to be the peerless genius in this world!"
Then.
He cast his eyes on Doug: "Let's start with you being the first in the simulation field!"
Speaking of.
His figure shook and a shadow flashed by.
The next moment, he was standing in front of Douger, and his speed was not much slower than when Douger was sprinting at full speed.
Duger's attributes are the best in the world.
To others, Qiao He was just an afterimage, but he could clearly capture Qiao He's movements.
The moment Qiao He came in front of him, he had already raised his Jinxia sword and stabbed towards Qiao He.
Qiao He flicked his finger to deflect the Jinxia sword, then slapped Doug's chest with his backhand.
With a bang!
A huge force came, and Du Ge flew back four or five meters, feeling a piercing pain in his chest.
Feng Zhong and Wang San flew back to both sides.
Qiao He was a little surprised that Doug was not killed by the palm strike: "Fuck, it's only been over a month, how can your attributes increase so much?"
Doug looked at him without saying anything, thinking urgently about countermeasures.
Qiao He's speed is about the same as his, and with the help of his internal energy, his strength seems to be slightly higher than his.
But Qiao He's understanding of martial arts has reached perfection, and he has almost no time to practice martial arts. The speed he relied on before plays a minimal role in the face of martial arts.
Therefore, his only way to win may be the skill of stabbing from behind.
"You have good reflexes and strong resistance to blows, but unfortunately, every move you make is full of flaws." Qiao He looked at Doug and grinned, "If I kill you, your attributes will belong to me, and no one in this simulation field will be my opponent anymore."
He reached back.
Before that, a long sword that had fallen in the yard suddenly flew into his palm: "Can you withstand my palm power and block the sword?"
Qiao Pingjiang and the other two on the tower seemed dead. They looked at Qiao He below without any reaction and had no intention of removing Wang San's language restrictions. It seemed that they were waiting for Feng Qi and Qiao He to fight to the death.
"Idiot." Doug looked at him and suddenly cursed, "There are several people in the top ten of the simulation field. You chose me, the strongest and hardest to kill. Shouldn't you kill them first, take away their attributes, and then kill me? Wouldn't it be more certain? Maybe you can even awaken an advanced skill or something..."
As soon as these words came out.
The expressions of several people in the tower suddenly changed.
Mr. Zhao cursed: "Feng Qi, you bastard."
"That makes sense." Qiao He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stabbed Wang San with his sword, "I've long disliked you, a guy covered in skeletons."
With a clang, his sword was blocked by Doug who suddenly ran over.
Qiao He stabbed again.
Doug blocked again.
Ding ding dang dang, the two swords collided, just like forging iron.
Doug's sternum was just cracked by Qiao He.
But in the process of protecting Wang San, the cracked sternum healed rapidly.
Qiao He's sword moves were exquisite, and occasionally he would be hit by a sword move that he couldn't block, but as long as he was maintaining it, the wound would heal quickly. Relying on his superb recovery ability and full protection of his vital parts, Du Ge fought with Qiao He, who had exquisite martial arts, for more than ten moves. While blocking, he shifted the blame: "You can kill the upstairs, but you can't kill my companions."
"Your keyword is really maintenance?" Qiao He was getting a little impatient after failing to make any progress.
"If we don't take action against them, those guys will run away." Doug said.
Hearing this.
Mr. Zhao said anxiously: "Qiao He, don't be fooled by Feng Qi. Without us suppressing Wang San, you are no match for Feng Qi."
"The one who suppressed Wang San was that little girl, so just keep her! Promise her a spot in the simulation field, and let her listen to you. Isn't it easy?" Doug instigated, hitting the opponent's soft spot directly.
The little girl next to Mr. Zhao raised her eyebrows involuntarily when she heard this.
"Feng Qi, you bastard." Mr. Zhao's defense was broken again.
"If we're going to die, we'll die together. Why should I work so hard while you just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor?" Doug said.
"Interesting, interesting. You are worthy of being the number one in the simulation field. Your brain is really useful. Okay, I will kill the two upstairs first." After hearing the two people arguing, Qiao He suddenly put away his sword, turned around and rushed upstairs.
Qiao He is the best martial artist in the world, proficient in hundreds of martial arts. The height of a several-story tower is naturally not a problem for him.
But the moment he turned around, Doug had already thrust his sword forward.
Whoosh!
The stab from behind has attribute bonus, and Qiao He is completely unprepared.
Doug stabbed his butt with his sword easily and diagonally.
A scream.
Qiao He slapped behind him with his backhand and knocked Doug out again.
Doug vomited blood and secretly said what a pity it was that Qiao He flew too fast, otherwise the sword would have stabbed his back.
Even so, Qiao He was seriously injured. There was a hole in his left buttock from which blood gushed out. If Fan Dug's sword had been a little straighter, it would have pierced his anus.
The severe pain made Qiao He's face twitch. He tapped several times in front and behind him to stop the bleeding. He turned around and rushed towards Doug in anger: "Feng Qi, I want you to die."
After backstabbing the number one martial artist and the biggest boss in the level, Doug's injuries recovered quickly and his attributes were further improved. He stood with Qiao He again with his sword in hand, and said as they fought, "Qiao He, don't be angry. It's my fault. The moment you turned around, your movements were so beautiful that I couldn't help but stabbed you. It was completely a conditioned reflex. Go kill those guys upstairs again, okay? This time, I promise not to stab you."
"I don't believe you." The furious Joe He didn't believe Doug's words at all. He wielded the sword so tightly that in the blink of an eye, Doug's arms and legs were covered with scars.
upstairs.
Mr. Zhao and Qiao Pingjiang suddenly fell silent.
The two men had been to the gates of hell, and they looked at Doug with complicated eyes, especially Mr. Zhao. He didn't expect that Doug's provocation of Qiao and going upstairs was actually a trick.
Come to think of it, if Qiao He really killed them, their attributes would skyrocket and Feng Qi would be no match for him.
It is neither reasonable nor moral for Feng Qi to let Qiao He succeed.
"Mr. Zhao, why don't you let Xiaoxue let Wang San go!" Qiao Pingjiang hesitated for a moment and said, "It's good that Qiao He is not a candidate. In the current situation, if Feng Qi is killed by him, he will inherit the attribute of being the first in the simulation field, with a double bonus, and we will be finished."
"Wait a little longer." Mr. Zhao looked hesitant.
"Qiao He, you can kill them facing me! You can even fly sideways! My head-on attack is not fast. After you kill them, the hole in your butt that I opened will recover. It will hurt so much if you hit me like this!" Doug heard their conversation and continued to encourage Qiao He, forcing Mr. Zhao to release the ban on Wang San.
“…” Qiao He.
“…”Mr. Zhao.
Qiao He was moved.
He was ranked last in the simulation field.
And his attribute is really killing, but he has been staying underground since he entered the simulation field and has not even killed a chicken.
There are no derivative skills or keyword attributes at all. The battle with Duger depends entirely on Qiao He's martial arts and internal strength.
But Qiao He is just a mortal. No matter how high his martial arts skills are, it will hurt if he is hit by a sword!
If you can kill someone, not only will your injuries be healed, but you can also inherit his attributes, that sounds great...
Before Qiao He could make any move, Doug shouted again, "Brother Zhao, Qiao He already knows how to get upstairs, why don't you come down? I can't protect you upstairs. If you don't come down, when they kill you, we will run away. When Qiao He kills everyone else, we will still be in the top ten of the simulation field."
A sentence.
Mr. Zhao almost bit his teeth to pieces. How could Feng Qi be such a worthless person!
(End of this chapter)