Vol 5 Chapter 120: Basham's Death

The thin figure who was running didn't even dare to look back at the moment.
The stars are up, what did he see just now!
The black wood cannon beasts were chopped up one after another, and the blood splashed several meters high.
The sound of the corpse falling heavily on the ground was like a magic sound, making him involuntarily present the scenes of scenes in his mind.
Then what did he see with his amazing eyesight? !
After three consecutive throws by the Udan Spearman's guard group... the group is destroyed!
All that can be heard is the faint scream that stops abruptly.
From beginning to end, he didn't see who the enemy was, whether it was a person or a team that attacked the hill.
But what is certain is that the enemy's strength is beyond imagination!
The enemy's methods are also weird beyond imagination!
Can't watch... Can't watch.
He had a hunch that if he didn't run away quickly, he might be targeted next.
He Basham doesn't want to die... He still has many ambitions to be realized through the young chief.
The news here, as long as he reveals to Ize Wende, it is a great credit.
Huh...huh...
His chest undulated violently like a bellows, and Basham's light body was walking forward in the dense grass like a vigorous night cat.
rustle……
The subtle sound is transmitted into the auricle.
At first Basham didn't care, thinking it was the sound he made while running.
But just a second later, all the hairs on his body stood up!
No, this is not my own footsteps at all.
At the moment he was thinking, a black shadow suddenly flashed past his side.
The speed is so fast that you would never find it if you weren't staring at it.
But Basham made a decision at this moment. He twisted his waist and suddenly jumped out to the left.
【Evasion of Swiftness】.
This sudden change of direction is even more flexible than a leopard.
Basham at the moment is not as strong as when he was in the White Jia tribe.
Just looking at the means of escape, it is impossible to believe that he simply caught the punch of the Patriarch Isaiah.
The strength that he had shown in the tribal patriarchal tent disappeared at this moment.
"Just leave... Don't say goodbye?"
With a bang, Basham pierced his right foot into the soil and stopped his steps abruptly, looking forward with amazement.
Five meters in front of him, a figure facing him was crossing his right arm.
That action is completely waiting for myself in a lot of time.
Excellent night vision allows him to see the exquisite dark gold patterns on the opponent's armor.
That complicated pattern with a certain violent beauty must be some kind of ancient totem.
The knuckle gems, which are like night pearls, constantly pour out the green luster, which infinitely amplifies this mystery.
Only a pair of emotionless cold eyes appeared under the icy faceplate.
At this moment, the words that seemed to be teasing and mocking came from the opponent's visor.
[I... I didn't find out how the other party appeared. 】
As he kept chewing this thought in his heart, Basham's face became more and more ugly.
The invisibility of the opponent's actions even surpassed those wildcat-like Udan Spears.
"I do not know what you're talking about?"
"I'm on the road, do you have to embarrass me?"
Suddenly Basham spoke suddenly.
Mu Fan's eyelids finally moved...lightly narrowed.
Basham's left hand clenched and loosened behind him, his whole body tensed, but he didn't notice that the opponent was in trouble.
This is a fairly good signal.
At least the other party doesn't mean to kill him.
He is now in a fierce battle between heaven and man.
One is to evaluate the opponent's strength, and constantly speculate in the heart of the results of the two fights.
The second is planning an escape route.
Basham's eyes were fixed on Mu Fan's eyes, but the light from the corner of his eyes kept bringing the surrounding scene into his vision.
The eyes of falcons are inherently stronger than other creatures.
"You are the only one left in the team."
As soon as Mu Fan spoke, Basham was ready to take action.
But his moustache jumped and jumped, but he resisted the urge to shoot.
"I don't know what you're talking about! If you don't let me go, I'll shoot!" Basham spoke with a stern voice, and at the same time, his left hand had already found a bone machete with a blood trough behind his waist.
From confrontation to speaking, Basham's movements are consistent and steady.
Or rather, this is what he is going to do.
Everything is paving the way for the final attack.
Mu Fan blinked and looked at Basham calmly. The sudden silence of the air made the hairs on Basham's arms stand up uncontrollably.
"Why, do you want to do..."
"Oh." Mu Fan interrupted Basham casually, and then seemed to listen to the surrounding movement. "So you are the last one."
What last one?
Are you listening to me?
What does this answer mean?
However, Mu Fan did not explain to him more.
In an instant Basham only felt the hair on the back of his head exploded.
At this moment, he even smelled the breath of death.
No, the other party is ready to shoot!
Basham suddenly swept the bone scimitar he had drawn with his left hand forward.
Move like a rabbit, fast like thunder.
This is the best word to describe Basham at the moment. Isaiah did not expect Basham to have such an astonishing explosive power in such a thin body~EbookFREE.me~ The bone machete did not cut the air. There was a slight sound, but a faint wave of air could be seen spreading to the naked eye.
The fighters on this planet are far superior to the fighters of the United Galaxia Federation.
The moment the knife was released, the curved blade was already in front of you.
I can kill him...
Just when this thought emerged, Mu Fan moved.
Mu Fan's eyelids lifted again.
Then in Basham's horrified eyes, the roadblocker wearing a gorgeous armor in front of him twisted into the air like this.
Whoosh!
The scimitar slashed forward as he wished, but it was empty.
Basham's eyes widened.
He anticipated all the scenes, and even imagined the other party breaking his arm with a stick.
But he never expected this situation.
What about the enemy?
left! ?
Basham turned his head sharply.
No……
Right! ?
nor……
Isn't that...
Creak.
Suddenly, there was a clear cracking sound.
Immediately after that, a piercing pain spread to the brain.
Basham looked forward in horror.
I saw a hand wrapped in dark gold armor grasping his wrist.
A figure stood in front of him clearly.
Obviously he had just cut through the front of the sky...someone appeared again...
He wanted to ask questions, but the piercing pain caused him to grin and let out a painful cry: "Ah!"
Mu Fan shook his five fingers like a knife.
The bone pierced the skin, and blood burst in the palm.
Basham's left wrist was crushed instantly!
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