Vol 5 Chapter 132: Shining Strike

The faint voice, coupled with the figure that walked out of the blood mist like Shura killing god.
A total of 114 safari soldiers will be shocked on the spot.
No one dared to respond in the vast open space.
and……
The safari soldiers who were known for their brutality all took a step back.
"I'm here, don't you like raids..."
"Then... come here."
While softly talking to himself, Mu Fan took the first step with indifference in the eyes of a hundred people.
Followed by the second step.
The safari soldier who rushed forward subconsciously took a step back in fear.
Finally, under this huge psychological pressure, someone couldn't help it.
With a distorted howl, a squatting warrior rushed out.
The huge dogleg machete tore the air and looked at Mu Fan again.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound.
Everyone's eyes widened.
I saw Mu Fan pinching each other's dogleg knives with two fingers.
Wait, what's going on!
Looking back at the safari warrior, his face was flushed at the moment.
He obviously wanted to cut it hard, but even if he used the strength of the milk, he couldn't make the blade move any more.
Cack!
The thumb and index finger directly twist off the clamped blade.
Then, in the shocked eyes of the other party, he sent it forward gently.
puff!
The blade of the palm of the hand plunged directly into his throat.
The blood gurgled out of the wound.
From beginning to end, Mu Fan didn't stop.
After doing all this, he patted the other's shoulder with his hand, and the two passed by.
The vitality in the man's eyes quickly disappeared, and he fell to his knees.
Roar!
Amidst the shouts of anger, the two fighters rushed out from left to right.
Two big arc slashes.
Cut together!
The curved sickle spun up.
Mu Fan didn't even blink his eyes, a line of blood seemed to cut the air.
Four corpses fell heavily.
"You have the last chance to die like a real soldier."
In the indifferent voice, Mu Fan still walked forward quietly.
All the safari fighters swallowed together.
But the soldiers of the White Jia clan stared at that figure unblinkingly.
"Good, so strong."
"Is this his true strength?"
Those Bai Jia tribe members who had not seen Mu Fan fight up close opened their mouths at the same time.
"No, of course not."
Little Fatty Enoch squeezed to the front of the crowd and said seriously.
what!
Is not it?
The real fighting ability is...
Oh my God!
In just a moment of thinking.
The safari warriors gathered into a fan-shaped pounce like a mad dog.
"That's it……"
The curved sickle of the sickle gently swirled on Mu Fan's side, with a green death luster.
The corner of the mouth under the visor gently evokes an arc.
At this moment, Mu Fan's eyes made all the enemies who rushed feel their hearts shrink.
"this is!"
When the next step was taken, starting from the soles of the feet, Mu Fan just... disappeared into the air.
In an instant, all his breath quietly disappeared in front of everyone.
Even with the beast-like intuition of a Baijia tribe warrior, it can't be noticed!
"Gone!?"
However, the enemy is still charging.
But when the soldiers of these safari regiments just rushed to the enemy Mu Fan had stood before.
Sudden changes!
"Behind!"
Feeling an exclamation next to him, the four people who rushed to the front were left empty. The distorted mentality that had been stimulated by the huge pressure had exploded, and turned to look.
But when their eyes just moved.
I felt my body lighten...the moment my vision turned around, it turned to darkness.
What's wrong?
People from both camps stammered trying to describe their surprise.
However, there is no suitable language to describe it.
There is no time to organize.
Darkness and despair fall...
Enemy shadows...
Faith is added to the body...
I……
Will walk forward with blood.
The cold nether energy began to crazily gush out from the heart, gathered on the skin and began to wriggle.
Hair is trembling to blur.
In the next second, the energy braid behind Mu Fan's head was instantly unraveled, and she was dancing on her own as if she had life.
The terrifying aura that is comparable to the giant king star beast steamed up.
!
The four twisted figures simultaneously drew out the curved sickle, and at this moment they turned into streamers and brushed across the crowd.
Mu Fan appeared quietly behind the four soldiers at the same time.
Beheaded.
After being wiped across his neck by the temperatureless nether energy light blade, he didn't even notice that he was dead.
The four flying figures fell to the ground and disappeared.
Another blade fell through.
"Behind you!"
However, this time Mu Fan appeared on the side of the next four people.
It is not clear which afterimage is true and which afterimage is false.
When Qu Guang's sickle touched their bodies again, Mu Fan's figure disappeared again!
The four afterimages are twisted, flashed, and rotated. This simple three sets of actions are alternately performed like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any pause.
puff--
Puff puff!
In an instant, countless blood blooms.
Ten people on the left, cut left diagonally.
Ten people on the right, cut diagonally to the right.
Front, spin and cut horizontally.
At this moment, the line of sight was full of green light.
Mu Fan relied on his strong personal strength and cold murderous and exciting safari regiments to rush to ~EbookFREE.me~ and then relied on the horrible killing and stimulation that shocked the soul to wake up these safari soldiers.
He became a veritable meat grinder.
Where the twisted afterimage flashed past, you could see the head that flew up at that instant.
Gurgle...
The voice of swallowing saliva sounded clearly.
Lance and others only felt that the brain was choked at this moment.
They watched the two-way light blade in Mu Fan's hand stop spinning, and the four figures instantly merged into one.
The last safari soldier looked forward blankly.
Four interlaced blood lines floated from his chest.
The warrior who kept raising the machete fell to the ground without life.
boom!
His body fell into several pieces at the moment it touched the soil.
And beside Mu Fan, there was a screaming voice at this moment.
That is the reaction that occurs when phantom energy comes into contact with blood.
The dragon knight's battle armor does not touch the blood.
With the mirror projection of the phantom energy, the mirror folding, and the strengthened limbs and muscles, Mu Fan finally used the sixth paragraph of salvation.
The cohesion of the Nether Energy Heart brought him a breakthrough in the limits of martial arts.
The entire battle process took only one minute.
No matter whether they attacked, attacked, or fled, none of them failed.
The assault team was completely destroyed.
Concealed, extremely fast, precise, and spicy.
This is the most intuitive feeling that Mu Fan's battle has brought to the soldiers of the Bai Jia tribe.
The inherited combat skills from the immortal protoss gave these men on the grassland the first experience of what is called combat aesthetics.
Mysterious and powerful!
The crowd first looked at Mu Fan with admiration.
Immediately afterwards, all the fiery eyes were projected onto Mu Fan's armor.
That dark gold armor...
And the two-way sickle that flickers brightly...