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082 Cutting iron like mud

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    Mr.1¡¯s real name is Dazbonis. One of the characteristics of Baroque Works¡¯ code names is that the smaller the number, the higher the agent¡¯s combat effectiveness. The bald man with the word ¡°‰Ò¡± tattooed on his chest in front of him has a strength of  In the company, second only to mr.0 Crocodile!

    Seeing that the opponent's arm was back to its original state, Fang Lang couldn't help but frown secretly. In the previous attack, Lang Ye failed to injure the opponent. His whole body was as hard as iron.

    "He, he is Mr. 1?" Weiwei said in surprise from behind.

    She had never met agents above No. 5, but she didn't expect Fang Lang to know them, so when she asked this question, she began to feel worried.

    "You rest there for a while, drink some water to quench your thirst, and then nothing happens." Fang Lang said softly, flicked the sword, and the sword wrapped around it, creating an invisible wave that filled the sky with yellow sand all around.

    "Hmph, you arrogant pirate, I'm going to destroy your mouth." Dazi looked indifferent. This time the boss's order was to kill Princess Weiwei, but Fang Lang's obstruction made him change his mind temporarily. First of all,  Let this ignorant pirate die!

    The yellow sand blocked the view of both sides, but the two of them launched an attack at this moment.

    Under the indifferent eyes, an illusory giant beast's mouth gradually formed behind Fang Lang. The giant beast raised its head and roared, and Dazi rushed out from the sand curtain. Seeing this scene, his pupils could not help but condense, and he suddenly remembered what he had heard a long time ago.  of a rumor.

    Rumor has it that when a type of swordsman condenses his sword into one body, an illusory shadow will appear that only his opponent can see. This phantom does not have any physical power, but it is the essence of a sword move.

    "Behead against the Buddha!"

    The illusory big mouth pounced down, and in the mouth, a bright silver blade flickered inside. Da Zi's complexion changed, and his arms immediately turned into sharp blades, crossed in front of his chest, "Destroying Slash!"

    Almost at the moment when Dazi slashed, a cold light flashed in Fang Lang's eyes, and his left arm was stained with a layer of jet black color.

    Ding, sting¡ª¡ª

    The tip of Langye's knife stabbed into Tatsu's left chest. The opponent was unable to defend against Nangiya's cunning attack with one hand, but the extremely sharp Nangye did not penetrate Tatsu's body, and only scratched the slightest blood spots.

    "Silly, I ate the Quick Slash Fruit, and my whole body is as hard as steel. You can't hurt me with your sword!" Dazi sneered and withdrew his right arm. Suddenly, Fang Lang's left wrist was scratched.  blood line.

    The bright red blood stained the torn sleeves.

    "My domineering power can't be completely defended" Fang Lang didn't care about this minor injury, but just thought to himself, "I thought that only palace coins would be needed to improve, but now it seems that only skills are improved. If you want to  For the higher intensity of armed color domineering, you must improve your proficiency!¡±

    Proficiency represents the power of skills, while palace coins only add one more skill after upgrading.  Fang Lang confused the two before, but this time he understood clearly.

    To improve your proficiency, you need to practice more and use it more.

    "You only have this little injury? Your body is also different! But -" Dazi saw Fang Lang brushing away the blood line, and took advantage of the opponent's distraction to kick out suddenly.

    "Double cut!"

    The horizontal leg attack instantly turned into a life-stealing blade. How could Fang Lang dare to push it too hard? Physical acceleration was released at the same time. When his body retreated violently, Lang Ye also stood up in front of his waist.

    The radial slash was beyond the attack range of the leg, like a flying slash, coming across.

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    Fang Lang¡¯s clothes were cut to pieces, but his body¡¯s waist and abdomen were unharmed under the protection of domineering force.

    "Sword pressure? No, the slash after the sword pressure condenses into one is a flying slash, which contains the swordsman's will. This kind of attack is not painful at all. Is it a special ability given by the fruit?" Fang Lang looked coldly.  Looking at the other party, he was quickly analyzing in his mind, "This person's defense is too high. My sword pressure only looks majestic, but it doesn't have much lethality at all. The sword pressure must be stabilized on the sword and cannot be scattered.  This is the only way you can give it a try.¡±

    Do it as you decide. Fang Lang took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing rhythm. Lang Ye pointed the tip of the knife diagonally towards the ground. Gradually, a twisted scene appeared on the blade.  Just like on a hot summer day, the scenes people see sometimes appear strangely distorted.

    "What are you doing? Are you trying to admit defeat?" Dazi raised his eyebrows, but the unusual movement made him stop. Seeing that the other party didn't respond for a long time, he couldn't help but coldly snorted: "No matter how sharp your sword is,  , and it is impossible to cut open my steel body."

    "Idiot" Fang Lang opened his eyes with a calm expression, "A swordsman who can cut iron as hard as clay, on this great route?There are so many!  "

    With a sarcastic expression, Fang Lang suddenly exerted force on his feet, trying to test the attack power of the sword bound to the blade. Unexpectedly, a sentence suddenly came from behind him: "Don't move!!"

    Fang Lang was shocked, then looked back and saw a woman with a blue afro, full of mockery, holding Weiwei hostage.

    Her arms turned into sharp thorns and pressed against Weiwei's white neck. Fang Lang paused and said sarcastically: "Go and throw yourself at her, or I'll kill her. It's rare for her to have a good face, but she was scratched by me."  That¡¯s not good, isn¡¯t it?¡±

    "Haha" Fang Lang laughed. He couldn't help but think of the time when Nami was kidnapped by Colonel Mengka. He curled his lips disdainfully and said, "She is just my protection object. You can kill her if you want. For me,  , it¡¯s just a loss of money.¡±

    Fang Lang's words made Weiwei's eyes turn red, and she felt sad, not because she was afraid of death, but because she was heartbroken.

    She didn¡¯t know why she felt this way, but the mirror in her heart seemed to be ruthlessly shattered into pieces at this moment and in one sentence.

    "Fang Lang is right. In the final analysis, we are just a cooperative relationship" Weiwei felt very worried, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes unconsciously, "If we surrender, it will only result in both of us being killed.  It¡¯s all my fault that I was too stupid to realize there was someone behind me.¡±

    "What" Fang Lang's words made the woman with the afro turn cold. Her previous observations from a distance could not be wrong. The princess in her hand obviously liked the man, and the man didn't hate him. Why?  So ruthless now?

    "Damn it! No matter you are duplicitous or heartless, I will kill her right now!" The woman looked ugly. She hated this kind of man the most. Without any hesitation, she turned into a long and sharp index finger and pointed towards her suddenly.  The flawless white neck is penetrated!

    Weiwei's lips trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked directly at Fang Lang, as if she wanted to reflect his appearance into her soul, but Fang Lang had an indifferent face from beginning to end.

    I can't die yet. The country is still in civil strife. I can't die There is no possibility of survival. With such a long distance, even if you really want to save me, it's too late He really didn't save me Sigh  , Weiwei closed her eyes.

    Poof¡ª¡ª

    The sharp blade penetrated the chest.

    The woman with the afro had a face full of disbelief. Within her field of vision, Fang Lang, who was more than ten meters away, suddenly disappeared without any warning. Then, she felt a pain in her chest, and a sharp blade penetrated from her heart, bright red.  The blood immediately soaked the sexy coat.

    "Coughcough" The woman opened her mouth and coughed twice with difficulty. The silver-white blade barely scraped against the hostage's left arm. It only killed her with one sword stroke, but did not injure anyone else at all.

    With effort, she turned her head to the side, and within the woman's field of vision, an indifferent face appeared, exactly the same as before.

    The black knife handle was in the opponent's hand. Seeing her turn around, Fang Lang ignored her and said calmly: "I told you earlier, let you drink water and sit aside, nothing will happen."  Happened." After a pause, he laughed again, "How can a person express his feelings without permission? Isn't it stupid?"

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