My Skills Are Not Serious

　　 "Look, what is that."

　　 A Demon Race soldier who was 100 meters away from a core energy cannon, inadvertently raised his head, then pointed to the gradually enlarged black spot in the sky, and shouted to his companion in surprise.

　　 My companion followed what he pointed out.

　　 "My God, that's a man, someone has fallen from the sky."

The voice of 　　 caught the attention of the other soldiers, and then looked over.

　　 "Why did this man fall from the sky?"

　　 "I don't know, I think he is dead anyway."

　　 After seeing it, most people didn't think much about it, but felt that the people who fell from the sky were not saved.

　　 But some people think that things are not that simple.

　　 "Look at the location of the person, could it be directed at the energy cannon?"

　　 "I think so too. He may have flying skills, and he will stop when he is about to approach the energy cannon before destroying it."

　　 "If this is the case, then his strength will be terrifying."

　　 "Is it still watching? Hurry up and stop it."

　　 But no one moved.

　　 "Why do you go, if you are the strong, let's go and die."

　　 "That's right, no matter if the person falls to death or destroys, I won't go there."

　　 "At least report it to the sir."

　　 "It's too late, okay, when we talk..."

　　"Boom"

　　 "...he fell off."

　　 The dust was flying, the shock wave swept, and the smoke rolled, engulfing all the soldiers of the Demon Race within 300 meters of the falling point, covering them, and those outside the dust could only see the faint figures in it.

　　 At the same time, the thunder light that suddenly appeared on the ground stretched out from the ground at the point of falling like a vine, entangled all the soldiers of the Demon Race within the smoke and dust.

　　 In the center where the dust was rolled up, a nearby Demon Race soldier saw a figure standing tall.

　　 Beside that figure, there is a huge black figure, you don't need to look closely to know that it is an energy cannon.

　　 "No, someone wants to attack the core energy cannon."

　　 "The gun is destroyed, we all have to die."

　　 Several Demonite soldiers who had stayed next to the energy cannon and were responsible for the operation and protection, but were lifted by the impact air wave brought by the falling of the figure, hurriedly shouted after falling to the ground.

　　 But at this time, even if someone wants to move, they can't move, because their hands and feet are as if they are in a quagmire, and the resistance is abnormal. Even a simple gesture of raising their hands is very difficult and slow as a tortoise.

　　 In this case, I want to protect the core energy cannon, which is completely wishful thinking.

　　 However, the figure seemed to be in some trouble, motionless, and didn't immediately move towards the energy cannon two meters away.

　　 The soldiers of the Demon Race were puzzled, but didn't think much about it, just tried their best to drive their bodies to go there.

　　 But at this moment, a long-handled weapon suddenly appeared on the figure's hand, waving and slashing towards the core energy cannon.

　　 Then there was a cracking sound on the core energy cannon, and the soldiers of the demon race burst into their hearts, knowing that this was the destruction of the extremely important launching device on the core energy cannon.

　　 "Damn, we will be punished for our lives if the gun is destroyed."

　　 "Rush over and catch that person, so you might save your life."

　　 The soldiers of the demon race began to struggle frantically. Some awakened people even aroused the elemental power of the whole body, but the thunder and lightning entangled in their bodies could not be offset like a worm.

　　 And shortly after destroying the launcher of the energy cannon, that figure began to stamp its feet, then jumped on one foot, and rushed towards the nearest Demon Race soldier.

　　 Nearby people saw the figure rushing in front of the Demon Race soldier, and then with a wave of the weapon in his hand, the soldier's head was chopped off.

At this time, outside the dust-filled place, the soldiers of the demonic race surrounded the place, because the vision was obstructed, they could not tell who was who, for fear of accidental injury, and the enemy did not know the strength, they did not rush in, but watched on high alert. Those figures in the dust.

　　 Then they saw a figure inside, jumping like a zombie at first, then gradually recovering, moving quickly among the soldiers of the Demon Race.

　　 Following the movement of the figure, a scream rang out, one by one, the figures representing the soldiers of the Demon Race, or their heads and bodies separated, or split in two.

　　 The smoke and dust are the curtain, the body is the shadow, and the people outside look vaguely, shadowy, as if watching a movie of killing.

　　 "No, save someone."

　　 A soldier of the Demon Race saw his colleague being killed and couldn't help but rushed in, but after entering, the dust was a bit fascinating. Before he could see his position, suddenly the dust rolled around him, and he rushed out of the man with weird makeup.

　　 The red face is blood-smeared, the black phoenix eyes are hooked, looking at the murderous, mighty and extraordinary, a weird long-handled knife in his hand is smashing under the wind.

The Demon Race soldier was taken aback. Before he could raise his weapon, he felt a pain in his neck. Then his vision rose, and he turned and changed, and finally saw a headless corpse fell to the ground and plunged into darkness. in.

　　 Needless to say, the murderer is Chen Fang.

Falling from the air, he locked his gaze on the energy cannon at first, and then felt wrong, changed it to the nearby Demon Race soldier, launched a charge at a proper distance, and stopped the skill when he was about to touch. On the occasion, he launched a "war trampling", and used his skills to forcibly adjust his posture, and stepped heavily on the ground.

The incomparable potential energy brought by the 　　 charge skill superimposed on the war trample. Chen Fang stepped down and his power was increased to the extreme, causing a dust explosion. At the same time, the range of the skill's radiation influence was also expanded several times.

　　 Fortunately, his physique has been strengthened many times, and he is very tough, otherwise he would be able to smash his foot.

　　 Although there is no damage, but the hemp is still numb.

　　 So he couldn't move temporarily after landing~www.ltnovel.com~ he couldn't move his feet but his hands could, so he drew a knife and broke the launcher on the energy cannon two meters away.

　　 Then waited as a support, and the left foot, which received the least side effects from the skill, regained consciousness after the anaesthesia, and Chen Fang began to act.

Jump on one foot to kill nearby Demonite soldiers. After his feet are fully recovered, he activates the battle makeup skills to increase his output ability. He starts to kill special kills while searching in the diffuse dust. He scratches his mind beforehand. Set route, ready to destroy the next siege equipment.

　　 After a rush, Chen Fang went out of the smoke-filled place and faced the Demonite soldiers surrounded outside.

　　 "Come out, kill."

　　 Seeing Chen Fang appear, the Demon Race soldiers rushed over.

　　 In the face of the black demonic soldiers, Chen Fang was completely flustered and didn't look at it.

　　 summoned out the electric car, jumped on the seat and went up one stop, pointing the knife with his right hand to the ground, and making a virtual beard with his left hand.

　　 "A group of chickens and dogs."

　　 The tires of the electric car spun and wiped the ground, the rear wheels threw soil and digging a ditch, and then sprinted out, as fast as electricity.

　　 Before the Demon Race soldiers caught Chen Fang's figure, they saw a dark figure flashing past, throwing their heads to pieces, and a **** road opened in the crowd.

The soldiers of the demon race looked at the **** road, the headless corpse that had lost its head, the deadly head with a frightened expression, and the remnants that had been severed, or cut in half or half, all on their faces were incomparable. Of horror.

　　 Looking at the back of Chen Fang who was slaying the siege equipment in the distance, the Demon Race soldier who was dominated by fear near the blood path, silently extinguished the thought of catching up in his heart.