novelraw Chapter 172 The Cat and the Mouse
Chapter 172 The Cat and the Mouse
Chapter 172 The Cat and the Mouse
He looked at Feng Mian and said with a smile: "An opponent worthy of my best, very good! Very good!"
Regardless of the torn wounds on his body, Ye Wucheng once again came up to Feng Mian, in the most primitive fight, the two weapons kept colliding with each other.
The flames and lightning brought out by the abilities behind them also continued to clash. The unfinished building seemed to have been bombed. The ground was full of scorched marks and several large pits, and there were still unextinguished flames burning.
Ye Wucheng was tireless, and regardless of the bleeding wounds on his body, he recklessly launched an offensive against Feng Mian, showing his murderous intentions.
Feng Mian was on par with him, there was back and forth between the two of them, and there were several wounds on his body.
This guy can't be shaken off like a dog's skin plaster. It can be said that it is impossible to get rid of him. The only way now is to defeat him.
Clay figurines are also three-dimensional, not to mention that he chased them all the way from the commercial street to the unfinished building before the sleep, but he found them and was severely ridiculed, not to mention injured.
Feng Mian had long held his breath in his heart. At this time, the supernatural power in his body was filled again, and the balloon that had been deflated was filled again, so there was no reason for him to shrink back.
He and Ye Wucheng fought inseparably, the strength of the two is now evenly matched, it is difficult to tell the winner for a while.
Ye Wucheng fought more and more courageously. Although his face began to turn pale due to excessive blood loss, his momentum remained undiminished, and the offensive in his hands showed no sign of retreating.
A tough opponent.
Feng Mian gave him a definition in his mind, he didn't know how long he could last in his current state, maybe it was the same as the buff obtained by drinking blood before Hui, it would be gone after a while.
The best way now is to make a quick decision. One more minute of delay will increase the risk of uncertainty.
There was a faint killing intent in his heart, and his attacks became more ruthless.
Feng Mian summoned two fire dragons, one on the left and the other on the right, galloping towards Ye Wucheng.
Holding a long sword, he flew in front of Ye Wucheng, pointing the tip of the sword straight at the opponent's throat, wanting to kill him with one blow.
Ye Wucheng reacted quickly, releasing two overlapping bolts of lightning, like two nimble water snakes, wrapping around the two dormant fire dragons.
They entangled and fought together, and there was a loud noise in an instant, and before the fire dragon had time to hit Ye Wucheng, it was cut off by lightning.
The lightning also exploded in mid-air under the burning of the fire, and the sparks and lightning from the explosion fell on every part of the unfinished building, and a raging fire ignited on the ground.
The two stood in the center of the flames, neither would give in to the other, their weapons clashed, and their eyes were burning with murderous flames.
In the end, Ye Wucheng's injuries were more serious. He had already lost a lot of blood along the way, but now that he was fighting Feng Mian, he had several wounds on his body that were deep enough to see the bones.
His face was pale, his physical strength was gradually exhausted, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Feng Mian seized the opportunity, immediately got rid of the lightning chasing behind him, and rushed towards Ye Wucheng.
The stalemate was broken in an instant, and the figures of the two who had been circling in the thunder and flames instantly drew closer.
Feng Mian's current physical strength is still quite abundant, and his abilities are still full.
The long sword in his hand instantly swung several sword qi, which disturbed Ye Wucheng's judgment. While the opponent was avoiding the sword qi, Feng Mian instantly dodged to Ye Wucheng's side.
The piercing sword intent, wrapped in a strong killing intent, struck mercilessly from Ye Wucheng's left side.
Holding the long sword in Feng Mian's hand, he slid across Ye Wucheng's back suddenly, a wound appeared on his back, and at the same time, he was sent flying with the fierce sword energy.
Ye Wucheng hit the ground with his back, and there were some pieces of internal organs in the blood he spit out.
He is much smarter than the three peaked caps, and he reserved himself a backhand from the beginning.
Seeing that he is invincible now, naturally he will not insist on fighting Feng Mian to the end with all his might.
He turned over and jumped up from the ground, followed by the flame and the next ultimate move in Feng Mian's hands, and he backed up a few steps.
"Okay, you've won today." He coughed while avoiding the sleep-sleeping move, "Ahem, cough, next time I meet you, you won't be so lucky."
After Feng Mian heard it, he understood the principle of cutting the weeds and rooting out the roots. If he ran away today, the threat in the future would be much greater than those three young men in the peaked cap.
He must be killed here today!
His heart was cold, his murderous intent was revealed, and the offensive in his hands became more violent.
Ye Wucheng's general situation is over, his current physical condition is deteriorating rapidly, and he was almost put into sleep several times and put to death.
He released lightning behind him to clear away the chasing flames, and he fled through the city like a nimble cheetah.
Feng Mian followed closely behind him.
A new cat and mouse game has begun.
Before, it was Ye Wucheng who was chasing after him who was seriously injured, now it was his turn to chase and kill him.
It's so unpredictable.
Ye Wucheng ran all the way, bleeding from the wound on his body.
Feng Mian looked at the bloodstains winding out on the ground, it was much easier to chase than before, the blood on his body became Feng Mian's best locator virtually.
It's just that this guy is very cunning, Feng Mian has been picked up by his sword several times and slipped away.
He followed Ye Wucheng's trail all the way to the outskirts.
Before he knew it, Ye Wucheng dragged himself and ran out of Ning City. Now that he passed the highway, there was a wilderness in front of him.
It was getting late, the sun was setting, and night would soon cover the sky.
Ye Wucheng's movements have slowed down a bit.
The power in Fengmian's body will also be exhausted, he is really a hard mouse to catch.
He saw Ye Wucheng breathing calmly under the tree not far away, the blood under him flowed all over the floor.
Feng Mian sped up and appeared in front of him like a fly, imitating his tone just now with great vindictiveness.
"Yo, it's hidden...here."
It's just that they had been in a tug-of-war for too long, so when he said this, his posture was not as casual and natural as Ye Wucheng's, but he was out of breath.
Ye Wucheng laughed when he heard it: "I can't see it, cough cough cough, you still hold grudges like this, you deserve it."
His smile was very pale, and his eyes seemed to see another person through Fengmian.
Feng Mian predicted that he had no strength to fight back, he was just at the end of his battle now, and he no longer had extra physical strength and abilities to fight back.
Ye Wucheng coughed up another mouthful of blood: "You really resemble him."
?
"Who?" Feng Mian asked.
Ye Wucheng raised his head and looked at Feng Mian standing in front of him: "Feng Qi, you two are really alike, you both hold grudges the same way, but they are not the same."
"You should have been banned."
Feng Mian sneered: "I am me, not anyone."
Ye Wucheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly: "That's right, it seems like he can say something."
Feng Mian frowned: "Aren't you and Feng Qi wishing for each other's death? Why do you look so familiar?"
Ye Wucheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "That's not necessarily the case, there was a period of mutual dependence."
?
Feng Mian's doubts were even worse, just as he was about to speak, Ye Wucheng suddenly raised his head: "Do you still remember what I told you before?"
"what?"
"One moment for one life!" Hidden in the shadow under the tree, under the palm of his hand, he drew a strange and complicated pattern with blood at some point.
In an instant, the wound on his body stopped bleeding quickly: "Thank you also for willing to listen to my nonsense."
(End of this chapter)