Chapter 286

In the land of snow, on the snowy land, several figures are very abrupt and out of place with the surrounding environment.

"Steam jet feet!"

Around Han's body, steam lingered, and heat waves swept around one after another, making the surrounding snow melt quickly and exposing the rocks below.

Whoosh! This foot makes a very dull sound in the air, and the air seems to have some changes, which are constantly twisting under the high temperature.

On Han's feet, there are also red foot guards. At this time, several small holes on the foot guards are spraying steam towards the outside, and he also uses them to speed up.

On the other side, feiduan stands up from the ground with a strange expression on his face. In his hand, he holds his own weapon tightly, the exaggerated bloody March sickle!

He pushed his tongue against the mouth cavity a few times, and a strong smell of blood rippled in the mouth cavity.

He didn't care about these injuries, for him, these injuries are nothing to worry about! And what he cares about is another thing.

Eyes down, he saw his sickle front, a ferocious blade, appeared a touch of charming color! It's the color of blood. It's also the favorite color of the evil god! It's also the desserts he took over for the evil Lord!

Seeing his own injury, in exchange for the enemy's blood, feiduan showed a strange smile.

On the other side, Han Fei kicked jiaodu, and his body passed in mid air, turning into a red shadow.

Boundless steam is jetting out of his body, raising the temperature around him. This is his favorite environment, and it is also the environment that can bring his combat power to the extreme.

"Well! Don't look down on every opponent, boy Jiao Du was slightly angry, and he was a little angry at Han's contemptuous way of playing.

Few people fight with physical skills in front of him, because he has reached a very advanced level in his practice of tudun - tuspear, which can be said to be fearless of physical attack.

But now, this man, Zhuli boy, wants to beat him with body skill. He admitted that this person's physical skill is really strong, but this is not a capital to be proud of, because the world is big, there will always be stronger people than him!

"Tudun - the art of tuspear!"

Facing Han's leg, Jiao Du was ready for a blow, and made a direct blow. He didn't mean to avoid it at all. Han is confident of himself, and he has his own pride.

If the Ninja God was standing here, he might choose to avoid, but now he is just a young man, Zhu Li. He has no reason to avoid.

Bang!!

One leg and one punch collided together, making a very loud sound. The energy wave of the collision of the two forces scattered around at a very fast speed, and also swept up the snow.

"Tut tut! People who know how to organize are really not bad! "

High in the air of this battlefield, Didala made an evaluation. While he spoke, he nodded his head in a certain way, with a very understanding appearance.

"But what are those guys doing over there? I'm afraid of being beaten by Han. Don't you dare to step forward? "

Didala's eyes turned and saw the flying segment that had been boxed by Han Yi before, but now she got up.

"It seems that the people of Xiao organization can't do anything in a short time. Shall I help or inform Huang Tu?" Didala shook her head as if thinking.

Hiss!

Feiduan raised his weapon and licked the blood in his mouth with his tongue, as if it was the delicious food in the world. As soon as the blood enters the mouth, feiduan gives out a comfortable sigh.

"Accept the gift of the evil god! The foolish unbeliever

Feiduan lost the March sickle in his hand, and his face was full of some crazy smile, and his grin was gradually enlarged, so that the proportion of smile on his face was expanding.

Yeah!

When he wiped his hand on his waist, he pulled out a long and thin black spear. The spear was dark and had some strange colors. There seemed to be some strange residues on it, which made the color of the spear deeper. The spear in the normal state is very short, only 40 cm, and can be freely hung on the waist, but when it is elongated, the final length can reach 120 cm.

This is the "artifact" of feiduan when he prays. It is the medium for him to communicate with the evil god, and it is also the keepsake given by the evil god!

The right hand grasps the end of the spear, lengthens it, then feiduan raises it high, and then a crazy smile appears on his face, which is a kind of scorn of life and death, regardless of the smile! It's the most sincere sacrifice of a cult believer!

"Come on, come on, let the light of the evil god cover your foolish body!"

Feiduan squints and looks at Han who is still fighting with jiaodu. His eyes are fierce and vicious.

Poof! The black spear is inserted into the palm of the left hand, and the blood gushes out instantly. The special shape allows the blood of the wound to flow out very quickly.

"That's... This guy, killing himself?"

High above, Didala's face was a little stunned. He didn't know what feiduan was doing. Is it true that people who know how to organize are so mentally ill that if they can't beat their opponents, they will kill themselves?

It doesn't make sense. Self mutilation is not at this time! Didala frowned, feeling that it was not as simple as he thought, but something hidden in it that he had not yet discovered.

Heart thought a move, he controlled the clay bird toward the flying section over there, trying to take a closer look.

This person who knows how to organize, gives him a very strange and crazy feeling, the whole person is also very contradictory, fighting is very deadly, but even so, he certainly will not harm himself for no reason!

Again and again! The palm of feiduan's left hand is punctured, and the blood drops to the ground instantly, just like the paint, leaving a mark on the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the pure white snow around!

And his eyes, looking at the blood on the ground, constantly flashing.

Da! He stepped out with his right foot and stepped on his own blood. Feiduan said something in his mouth, as if he was praying to the evil god.

Shua! Stepping on the blood, he first drew a circle around his body, and then another foot drew a triangle in the circle.

Thus, the pattern as like as two peas on the neck of the flying neck.

"Yes! Next... "

Feiduan grasped the black spear with both hands and aimed the front end at his body. And his body, also appeared change, a layer of dark color began to diffuse to his whole body, soon, his whole person was covered by a layer of strange skin color.

Originally pretty appearance, instantly become dark, and dark above, is a skeleton's panorama!

"Spell - death depends on blood!"

Feiduan's expression, gradually ferocious, like a ghost! The blood in the eyes is gradually congested, and it becomes strange and violent.

Shua! The black spear in his hand was raised high, in the sunlight, issued a faint light! Feiduan looks like a concubine waiting for the emperor's favor, looking forward to and happy!

On the sky, Didala's face changed, as if he had guessed something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Han who was still fighting with jiaodu and seemed to be unaware of it.

He can be sure that feiduan did all this for Han, but he didn't know the operation and details for the time being!

"Look again!" As soon as his eyes sank, he suppressed the impulse in his heart and fixed his eyes on the flying section which had already held high his weapon. If he wanted to get more information, he needed to let Han stick to it.

Whoosh!!!

Spear cut through the air, whistling to the chest of feiduan.

"Is this guy really not afraid of death?" Although he didn't know what feiduan was doing, Didala's face changed a lot when he saw that he put his weapon into his chest.

At the moment when feiduan began to use the spell, Han over there seemed to have a trace of induction.

Bang! Han Yiji's powerful steam steel fist repelled jiaodu. With doubts in his eyes, he looked at feiduan over there.

Just at that moment, he suddenly felt that his body had some strange reactions, just like when he once established a spiritual connection with Wuwei, which was very strange.

He looked at the feiduan over there. If he didn't remember the breath of feiduan, he couldn't recognize that the man over there who had painted himself with paint and painted a skeleton was the enemy who had just been boxed by himself.

"What is he doing?" At the bottom of Han's heart, there are some strange emotions, and the five tailed King Mu who lives in his body also conveys an idea to him: stop the enemy's next action!!

Han felt very strange, but his sensitive perception of renzhuli made him feel this way.

We must stop the enemy over there, or something bad will happen!!

Although I don't know what will happen in the end, Han and the tailed beast in his body have such an intuition that feiduan can't complete the following steps!

This kind of thinking flashed by, and Han directly abandoned jiaodu and headed for feiduan. We must stop it!

With such a firm idea, more steam came out of handi's body, and the heat wave spewed out quickly from the cracks and small holes of his red armor.

At this time, he is like a steam train running full power and crashing into the flying section!! be a trend which cannot be halted!

"The steam is coming in!"

Han shouts and rushes to feiduan. He and feiduan's distance is not long, only about tens of meters, and at his speed, in the blink of an eye to feiduan's body ten meters in front of the place, and did not stop to continue to rush past!

"Hey, hey! Human strength? Don't know the power? Look down on me? " Feiduan noticed the Han who burst into front of him, showing a trace of sarcastic smile, and then the action in his hand without hesitation, heavily inserted into his chest.

Poof! Black spear, straight into feiduan's chest, and feiduan's face, slowly climbed a trace of crimson and intoxication!

Han, who was on the move, lost his direction and fell to the ground. Inertia made his body continue to move forward on the ground, grinding all the way to the front five meters of the flying section!

"It's!"

High up in the sky, Didala looks confused.

Why did the man who knew the organization really put his weapon into his chest? How could Han, who was still on the March, fall down as if he had been attacked?

What's more, the guy who knows how to organize, why does he look so happy? Doesn't he hurt? Sick, right?

What kind of people are these? Did you have such a good time?!

But then, an aura flashed through Didala's mind, and he turned his eyes to Han again. He wanted to make sure of one thing!

"That's it! this is it! But it's not enough! Not enough! Ha ha

Feiduan, you look at the Han who falls in front of you, and you laugh happily, like a madman!

Over there, the corners are squinting, under the mask of the face, showing a trace of irony! This is a big man who dares to break away from the army without knowing any information. He is just like himself and others! I don't know whether he is naive or confident!

Looking at the fallen Han, his green eyes, only cold!

"But feiduan's ability is really tricky! But fortunately, he is our teammate

Feiduan grabs the spear on his chest with both hands and slowly pulls it out. A trace of enjoyment appears on his face. Han on the ground begins to twist his body, as if he is suffering from something!!

The blood came out of his body and gradually dyed the surrounding environment red. Because he was facing down, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but from his constant twisting posture, it must be painful!