Chapter 1451: Moved to 0 Liyi

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Allen hid in a hole in the ground. The hole was dug by himself, extending obliquely from the ground to the ground, and then dug out a space for hiding. The exit on the ground was fully camouflaged, and he restrained all his energy. Even if a strong person stood on top of his head to sense with all his strength, he might not be able to find him.

He was very confident in his disguise and hiding, but he didn't dare to be careless once, after all, the one who chased and killed him was a supreme being.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, as if falling asleep. In addition to recovering physical strength as soon as possible in this posture, he even replayed the scene of fighting Frius with amazing memories in his mind.

Fighting against Supreme is a rare opportunity, Allen must seize all the time to digest this experience as soon as possible, so that he can have some assurance of saving his life in the next fight.

Frius' movements and shots are different from those of ordinary strong players.

Below the Supreme, the strongest Allen has come into contact with are Stark and Baal. These two are tyrannical, and Allen has also suffered under their hands. But no matter how strong they are, there are traces of movement and attack.

Frius was scarcely to be found.

His movements and attacks seemed to have merged with the space. So Allen's keen perception didn't work at all, especially Frius' attack. Allen's punches were not for nothing. He has already fully realized with his own body how terrifying the Supreme's attack is. It's not that Frius didn't use his source power, it's just that his source power is stored but not released, and only when he hits the opponent does he burst into momentum .

It was a very short process, and even Alan's physique after the second transformation could not bear the power of digging mountains in an inch.

Allen replayed that battle dozens of times in his mind.

Lose every battle!

But it is not without gains. It is actually a learning process for Allen to deduce Frius' actions from constant memory. He knew that when he could make the same moves as Frius, it would represent his combat skills had truly reached a flawless state.

In this way, two days passed.

Allen has fought Frius 367 times on the imaginary battlefield, and died 366 times at the same time. Only for the last time, he tried his best to earn a half-point advantage, and hit Frius' fist with a hymn of breaking.

After being cut with a knife, he began to open his eyes. With a slight smile, he regained his fighting spirit.

Allen began to move his hands and feet, and as he moved, a layer of debris shook off his body. That's blood scab, dead skin, and mud powder. After all the debris fell off, his skin was still as smooth as jade, and the wound from the battle with Frius had already healed.

At this time, a cold snort entered his ear. The sound was so close that it seemed to be in his ear, and Allen's heart beat heavily, knowing that Frius was coming.

Frius did come, even standing on the ground above Allen's head. He stomped his foot, and the ground within a hundred meters vibrated nearly a hundred times in an instant. The amplitude of the vibrations varied wildly, and the ground immediately sank under the Hei Emperor's feet. After a while, Frius was already standing where Allen was hiding before, but the latter had long since disappeared.

Frius said lightly: "Dimensional jump? It's really a convenient ability."

In the distance, Alan's faint aura remained. Frius determined the direction and got out of the deep pit in one step. When the second step fell, he was already tens of meters away, and he continued to chase.

For the next five days, the two chased and fought each other. The time for each fight is extremely short, but the process is extremely dangerous. A little carelessness will cause blood to splatter on the spot. In the first four days, Alan was killed and fled every time. On the fifth day, Allen took the risk of hiding in the corpse of a beast that had just died, using the breath of flesh and blood to cover himself up. When Frius passed by, he launched a sneak attack, and only scored the first knife from the fight with Frius.

It's a pity that it's only half a knife.

In order not to let the Black Emperor find out that Alan did not dare to use the Anthem of Destruction, he switched to the Red King. When the Red King slashed away,

Frius punched back. The front of the fist swung away the Red King, and at the same time, the source of continuous vibration also shattered half of the long knife that had followed Allen for a long time. Allen didn't care about the heartache and dragged the knife away. The knife was never cut off, so it could only be counted as half a knife.

However, this half-knife also forced Frius to adopt a defensive position for the first time, and Allen was relieved a little.

The two went all the way west, and they had already left the scope of the Shadow Kingdom. The Western Regions are desolate, thousands of miles of red land. Alan traveled all the way, and there were few people. Sometimes when I am alone, I feel like the world is completely silent and I am alone. This kind of loneliness and silence is the most test of will, if it weren't for Alan to deduce the battle with Frius when he was not on the road, digesting the experience of fighting and killing along the way. Or set up a sneak attack on the Black Emperor, otherwise he might not be able to bear this feeling of loneliness and turn back to the south.

At the end of the week, Allen said nothing. When he sits still, his vital energy is dead, like a dead tree and dead stone.

Combat skills are constantly breaking through. Although there is still a distance from the untraceable perfection, it is completely different from the past. When caught up by Frius on the ninth day, the two exchanged five punches and two swords. Allen blocked four punches and was sent flying by Frius' fifth punch, but he also slashed across the side of the Black Emperor's face with a blade, cutting off a strand of his hair.

On the twelfth day, Allen plunged into the vast mountains. The plain disappeared here, and what lay before his eyes were rolling mountains, and the environment here was more complicated. With Alan's master-level gaze, he can pick out several places suitable for ambush.

Of course, Allen would not risk an ambush if he was not sure. After all, the opponent is the Black Emperor, and every ambush means risking his life.

When he got here, Allen was no different from a savage. The original long coat on his body was severely worn out in the battle. The long coat has been thrown away by Allen, the trousers have become a pair of shorts, and the shoes are even missing. Allen only wore a piece of animal skin, which was taken from a strange animal along the way. This animal skin has not even undergone any processing, but the temperature in the western regions is cold, so the fishy smell of the fur is relatively light. Allen used it to cover up his smell, which can be regarded as a symbolic "clothes" for himself.

On the third day into the mountains, Frius didn't seem to follow, and there was no sign at all. But Allen knew that it was an illusion. Whenever he stopped, he always felt a faint needle-like feeling, which was the oppressive feeling that Frius gave him.

Even if the man didn't even let out a little bit of energy, Alan just sensed it. After going deep into the mountains, he began to find some traces of human activities. At first it was a stone spear that had obviously been processed, and then there were several broken utensils piled together with the rocks. Not long after, Allen discovered a cemetery similar to a mass grave. In addition to the skeleton directly exposed on the ground, he also found a corpse that had just died, and several strange beasts were feasting on the corpse.

These signs all point to one thing, there are barbarians in the mountains, and even a tribe or two.

On the fifth day, a figure appeared on a lone peak. It was just at sunset, and the setting sun in the distance was better than the fire, which made that figure even more domineering. Allen glanced at the figure from a distance of three mountains, and then quickened his pace.

Frius has come after him.

On the seventh day when Allen entered the mountainous area, he was in a valley and flat land that was neither big nor small. Two teams of men and horses are fighting, and most of these people are not fully clothed, and most of them wear animal skirts around their waists. The weapons they hold are also very rough, but everyone's source power is not low, and they all have the appearance of sixteen or seventeen.

The source power of the sixteenth and seventeenth ranks, even if thrown in the two great empires, is still among the elite soldiers. But these people in the valley are obviously uncivilized Baal people. In the middle of the battlefield, two men were fighting. These two people are extraordinarily taller than the others. Except for the animal skirt at the waist, animal teeth are strung together into chains around the neck and wrists. One of them was holding an ax with a bald head, while the other had long hair hanging loose and carried a hammer in both hands. The two were full of arrogance, and there was a phantom of a strange beast behind them, but they both had strengths of 27 or 8 levels.

Obviously this is the leader of both sides.

The battle was raging between the two men, and after colliding fiercely with fierce moves, they backed away at the same time. Under the oppression of their aura, the troops on both sides retreated, revealing a blank space. The two leaders were about to fight again, when suddenly there was a figure in the middle of the battlefield.

It was a young man with silver hair, dressed in animal skins, and carrying a surprisingly large sword in his hand. The two leaders looked at each other, seeing that the man obviously did not belong to either side. After careful observation, he didn't have half a source of energy on him, but he didn't know how he appeared on the battlefield.

The next moment, there was another figure opposite the silver-haired man.

He was also a man, with a slender figure. Wearing high-quality armor that made the eyes of the two leaders shine, at this time, the periphery of the battlefield was still fighting non-stop. There was a strange silence in the middle, and the two men seemed to be unable to see the barbarians around them, just looking at each other.

Finally, the bald leader couldn't bear it anymore. Whether it's the giant knife in the silver-haired man's hand or the armor on the black-haired man's body, they are all treasures in his eyes. He thought he was mighty in battle, so he immediately raised his ax and slashed at the waist of the black-haired man who was closest to him.

The leader on the other side was afraid that his movements would be slow, and even snatched the giant knife from the silver-haired man in front of him. Suddenly, he roared loudly, and smashed the double hammer on the head of the man who was obviously much thinner than him.

Then the barbarians on both sides saw an incredible scene.

The black-haired man raised his hand and pointed a finger at the bald leader's giant axe, and then the giant ax vibrated violently, and the vibration spread to the leader. The bald man's eyes were as big as copper bells, and the next moment the giant ax shattered inch by inch, and the man exploded into a cloud of blood.

On the other side, the silver-haired man just raised the giant knife. Seeing no other movements, the leader holding the double hammer suddenly froze, followed by a red line from the center of his brows to his waist, and finally his body parted in the middle, and blood and internal organs flowed out after he fell to the ground.

The arena was as quiet as a ghost town, but there were still killing noises around the battlefield, and the atmosphere on the scene was extremely weird. Then the barbarians on both sides screamed and squeezed out desperately. They shouted and screamed, and those who were still fighting finally stopped, then retreated slowly, and finally escaped out of the valley.

Frius shrugged: "It's finally quiet."

"That's right."

"Then let's start." The Black Emperor threw out a punch, ignoring the space. In front of the fist, Alan's face continued to expand, and was then blocked by the broken blade of the hymn.

When, the moment the fist and the knife collided, a crack appeared on the ground under the two people's feet, and then hundreds of air columns exploded, blasting into the air like guns and spears!