: 1168 Was this the last time?

There is a mountain not far from the city of z.
On the hill, there is a pavilion.
The pavilion is not too old, the scale is not small, and there is even a special training ground, the conditions are quite complete.
Generally speaking, such a pavilion, even in the mountains, has the conditions to attract others.
Not to mention, it is not unknown, but it is very famous.
Flowing water and breaking the fist.
The s-level 3 silver fangs, the genre of Bangu’s genre.
This genre is very famous in the industry. The former apprentices are enough to stand up to the entire pavilion. Even many excellent disciples have used this as a starting point to go to the whole world and be known by the world.
However, to this day, this scale is not small, and the reputation is also within the great hall. It is actually the trace of half disciples.
At least, along the way, there were no half-persons in the party, and they only saw a figure after entering the pavilion.
However, when I saw this figure, the eyes in the square were slightly stunned.
"Ok?"
As if I noticed someone approached, the other party turned and looked at the side.
However, in the moment I saw the party, the other's eyes changed.
A little momentum, suddenly emerged on the other side.
Immediately, it was questioned for convenience.
"...why are you here?"
In this sentence, the other party said it was carried in a hostile tone.
It’s not surprising at all.
It is better to say that it is a strange thing for the other party to be hostile to themselves.
Once again, Fang Li had almost killed each other.
So Fang Fang grinned.
"This sentence should be what I said, right?"
The party is so open.
"I didn't expect you to be alive, sweetheart mask."
That's right.
Sweet mask.
This paranoia that appeared as a roadblock when he was promoted to the s-class in the party, now appears in front of the party.
Looking at the opposite man with an unintentional expression, not surprised at his own existence, the sweet-hearted fake face looked at the past, and the fist was slightly gripped.
At this moment, what appeared in the mind of the sweetheart was the scene when it was confronted with Fangli.
At that time, the sweetheart mask did not expect that would be the result.
How can I think of it?
As a level 1 player, it has blocked the dreams and dreams of all the professional heroes who attempt to climb the s-level throne. It has the strength of a comparable s-class hero, and is regarded by almost all heroes. I am very confident in the face of my own strength.
This is not blind.
In the heart of the sweetheart, the hero is a powerful and gorgeous person who can destroy all evils and execute justice without errors.
A hero that cannot be eradicated by evil is simply not a hero.
Therefore, the hero must be strong.
The sweetheart mask believes that he is a hero.
Therefore, power is a matter of course.
Of course, the sweetheart mask never thought that he would be the most powerful of the heroes.
Among the s-level heroes, several are also considered to be unchallable by the sweet-faced mask.
However, the sweet-skinned mask never felt that they were not qualified to be on an equal footing with them.
This kind of him, but not long ago, in the confrontation with the opponent who was not recognized by himself, even the reaction did not have time to react, and even when he noticed that he did not have time to notice, he was devastated.
Until now, the sweetheart masks don’t understand, how did they lose themselves at the time, and they almost died.
No, it’s not nearly dead, but it’s really fatal.
If the body of the sweet-skinned mask is very special and has extraordinary regenerative ability, even if the arm is cut off, it can be picked up by itself and automatically regenerated in a very short period of time. If it is recovered, the sweetheart is fake. The face is now dead.
I think that I can lie in the operating room, and even the breathing can only be maintained by the extraordinary regenerative ability. I can only let the ambulance staff of the Heroes Association do the surgery for themselves, and then the only thing that can be survived is the fist of the sweet-hearted mask. The tighter the grip.
As a result, in the arms, neck and even the temples of the sweet-faced mask, all the blue veins exploded.
On the body, the little momentum leaked out is becoming more and more powerful.
When I noticed this, the expression in the square did not have any slight movement.
"What? Want to come to the second round?" Fang Li said calmly: "Then it is handy."
Indifferent in the tone, let the sweet-skinned mask on the temples rise high, and the eyes become cold and whisper.
"Are you looking at me?"
This sentence, in exchange for a sigh in the square.
"I am understanding you."
The tone in the square began to be ironic.
"After all, if you don't shoot, you won't have a chance to take it. Isn't that the last time?"
Such a discourse directly turned into a sword and pierced the heart of the sweetheart.
Yes.
Was it the last time?
So, this time, can you see the other side's shot?
If you fight with the other party, you will not be squatted again, and you will suffer serious injuries that cannot be recovered even with regenerative ability.
At the thought of this, the sweetheart mask was finally restored to a calm.
The result of restoring calmness is that there is a hint of fear in the heart.
The last experience of being shackled has been a trauma to the heart of the sweetheart.
If it is a general fight that leads to defeat, then it will be fine.
However, the sweet-hearted mask is even a matter of not knowing what it is, and even a fatal blow has not been made until now.
How can this make people not afraid?
The square seemed to see the hesitation of the sweet-hearted mask, shrugging.
"What? Don't you shoot it?" Fang Li smiled and said: "So what happened to me?"
After that, the white knife suddenly appeared in the hands of the square.
As the same as the previous one, even the weapon appeared, the sweetheart mask was not noticed.
"!"
The face of the sweetheart has changed, and the pores of the body have exploded. The posture of the confrontation has been set, and the eyes are staring at the body.
As for the face, there is a drop of sweat that has flowed down, making the breath of the sweet-skinned face quick.
When I saw it, I blinked in the square and sneered, putting my hand on the handle of the evil spirit.
In this moment, the third party appeared.
"Young people, don't be so impulsive. Although it is a pavilion, it is a place to learn martial arts, not a place to kill each other."
Bangu didn't know when it was here, and slowly walked over, closing his eyes and making a sound.
"Look at the old man's share, how about letting go of personal grievances for the time being?"