Hanging up Death can become stronger

While looking around, Lin Lichuan found that this open space happened to be the place where Shun Dao fought with members of the special management committee, but the latter had turned into a cold corpse lying not far away, with a bloody gash in his throat shocking, his face Shang still has the color of fear and despair.

And around the open space, there were densely packed corpses of soldiers lying there, all of them were fatally wounded and killed with one blow.

"I have to admit that you are so powerful that you can actually hurt me."

Shun Dao stood more than ten meters away, and there was already a scorched black wound on his left shoulder. The flesh and blood were carbonized by high temperature, and no blood flowed out.

The severe pain made the corners of his eyes twitch slightly, and he stared at Lin Lichuan resentfully.

"But can you still use the trick just now?"

Hearing this, Lin Lichuan was unmoved, his expression remained calm.

Of course he knew why Shun Dao moved the battle location outside.

The more open the place, the more suitable it is for Instant Knife to use teleportation ability, and it will naturally have home court advantage, but even so, he doesn't care, he didn't intend to rely on Fuhuo to limit the action of Instant Knife .

"Aren't you an ice elementalist? Why don't you use ice elemental energy?" Shun Dao suddenly asked coldly.

"No need." Lin Lichuan replied lightly.

Hearing this, Shun Dao's face darkened instantly, becoming extremely gloomy, and with a cold snort, he charged at Lin Lichuan again.

Lin Lichuan also waved his sword to meet him.

The two quickly fought fiercely and became a group.

Shun Dao has the ability of teleportation, Lin Lichuan also has Shunbu, the figures of the two of them flashed one after another in the open space, and they often separated at the first touch, and suddenly appeared in another place in the next moment, and the swords and swords clashed heavily together , making an endless sound of golden and iron gongs.

But if you observe carefully, you can find that Lin Lichuan's speed is slightly slower than Instant Dao's.

Shunpo's speed is close to teleportation, but after all, it is only close to teleportation. Compared with real teleportation, it is still an instant slower, and this instant of delay is enough to play a decisive role in the battle.

Sure enough, Lin Lichuan gradually fell into a disadvantage.

And Shundao also quickly noticed this, and continued to kill Lin Lichuan while swinging the knife, while laughing wildly.

"It's useless, your speed is indeed very fast, but no matter how fast you are, you can't compare to teleportation. Just wait for your limbs to be cut off by me. By then, I'll see if you can still be as arrogant as you are now."

Lin Lichuan waved his sword to force the opponent back, looked at the instant knife that teleported more than ten meters away, suddenly smiled, and said softly: "Teleportation is indeed fast, but its weakness is also obvious, as long as the attack speed exceeds your reaction The speed, so that you don't even have time to cast the power, and it can kill you."

Hearing this, Shun Dao froze for a moment, and then laughed out loud, almost crying.

"Yes, what you said is indeed correct. If I can't even react, then I will be killed before I can cast my power."

"But so what?"

"I can teleport as long as I move my thoughts, do you think your attack speed can be faster than my thoughts?"

"That might not be the case."

Lin Lichuan's eyes flickered, his thoughts moved slightly, and the blade in his hand was suddenly enveloped in a strange aura, and the length of the blade shortened rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shun Dao's laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at this scene with wide eyes slightly. Under his surprised gaze, the weapon in Lin Lichuan's hand turned into a short sword in an instant.

Chapter 1 Shoot him, the sharp gun

In less than a second, Lin Lichuan's long sword changed strangely, from a long sword about [-] to [-] centimeters long to a short sword less than [-] centimeters long, or a dagger is more suitable.

This scene made Shun Dao's eyes widen, and he was suddenly surprised and uncertain.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

But he was only surprised for a moment, then came back to his senses, and said with a sneer: "Pretending to be a ghost, do you think conjuring a short sword can change your fate?"

"What can a mere short sword do?"

"Really." Lin Lichuan slowly raised Zanpakutao, and pointed the icy-cold point at Shunpakutao from a distance, "Then you should experience its power well."

A palpitating breath suddenly invaded all around.

For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Shun Dao's heart, but immediately he suppressed his uneasy emotions and sneered secretly.

He didn't believe that someone's attack speed could surpass his own thoughts.

"Why, standing so far away, you plan to throw the weapon as a throwing knife..."

As soon as Shun Dao's sarcastic words were halfway through, he was interrupted by Lin Lichuan's faint voice.

The voice was not loud, but it sounded like it sounded at the soul level, exuding a shocking vigor.

"Shoot him, magic gun!"

The moment the sound sounded, a deadly sense of crisis suddenly surged in Shun Dao's heart, and his scalp felt numb for an instant, and he wanted to teleport away without hesitation, but he didn't wait for the thought to move. I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Looking down, a gleaming sword tip had pierced deeply into his left heart.

"How is this going?"

Shun Dao's eyes widened in astonishment, his face full of bewilderment.

He looked up along the blade, and found that the dagger in Lin Lichuan's hand had extended more than ten meters long at some point, and the sharp blade went straight across the void, piercing into his body like a spear.

"How is it possible... so fast?"

There was only time for the last thought to flash through my mind, and the boundless darkness flooded in like a tide, submerging Shun Dao's consciousness in an instant.

puff!

The tip of the sword was pulled out from Shun Dao's heart, causing his body to fall forward and fell to the ground with a thud.

The sharp spear was restored to its original dagger style.

Lin Lichuan didn't even look at Shun Dao's corpse, but turned his head to look at a half-collapsed wall not far away, fixedly staring at the shadow in the corner.

A moment of silence.

Four or five seconds later, Lin Lichuan curled his lips and raised his sharp gun to aim at the shadow.

"Wait, wait, don't do anything, I'll just come out!"

Following his movements, a panicked cry suddenly came from the shadow, followed by a twist of the shadow, and a dark shadow walked out of it, raising his hands slightly to indicate that he did not have any malicious intentions, and staring at him without blinking. Looking at the magic gun in Lin Lichuan's hand, his eyes were full of fear and shock.

At that moment just now, even he didn't see how the blade of the sword became longer. Just in the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword suddenly pierced the heart of Shun Dao, as if the tip of the sword was already there, which made him feel like a knife again. Horror and doubt.

"Are you Meng Xiaotong's companion?"

Lin Lichuan remembered that the shadow man in front of him was the Transcendent who stayed by Meng Xiaotong's side when he fought Pei Huang last time.