ca-book Chapter 2986 New Things
Chapter 2986 New Things
"call out!!!"
Fang Heng lightly tapped the ground with his toes and flew past the layers of warships and the Hades war knights in front of him, heading straight for the center of the front battlefield.
Behind the swarm of insects, another burly figure flew out from the Nether River area!
"boom!!!"
There was a muffled sound and then a bang in the center of the battlefield!
Visible air waves blasted out to both sides!
"Fang Heng!"
A hint of anger appeared in Proust's eyes.
Compared to the last time we met, Fang Heng's attributes have been significantly improved!
And he.
Constrained by the decrease in the power of the entire dead world's aura, he actually regressed.
Fang Heng slowly wrapped his palm around Proust's fist and said coldly, word by word: "Hey, Proust, you seem to have become weaker."
"Go away!"
Proust shouted.
The energy exploded with a bang in Proust's fist!
The two of them leaped back a distance from each other, then rushed forward at the same time.
Compared to long-range spell battles, Fang Heng is better at and prefers close combat!
Especially when melee combat is dominant.
"call out!!"
Fang Heng threw a punch with a sound of breaking through the air as he swung forward with all his might.
"boom!!"
The fist landed on Proust's right shoulder, and the entire right shoulder immediately formed a series of scattered thin worm bodies, absorbing the impact.
"Chi, chi chi!!!"
The scattered tiny insect bodies even suddenly pounced towards Fang Heng, quickly biting off a large piece of Fang Heng's right arm, and a layer of deathly gray was attached to the wound.
It's the breath of the dead!
As Fang Heng retreated quickly, the aura of the dead world on his wound was quickly dissolved and absorbed, and a new right arm quickly grew out. He grinned and said sarcastically, "Ha, brother, I didn't expect you to have something new. Come and try this trick of mine!"
As he said that, Fang Heng took a step back on his toes, stood up again, and the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat once again!
"call out!!!"
The punch hit Proust's heart again. Proust used the same move again, and his body spread out into a dense insect body to absorb the damage.
However, this time it was different. Under the impact of the fist, a layer of dark aura of death quickly attached to the red worm's body.
Most of the tiny insects shrouded in the aura of death died in just one attack by Fang Heng!
Proust was shocked and quickly stepped back to check the situation.
That is?
Breath of death?
"call out!!!"
Fang Heng naturally didn't want to give Proust a chance to catch his breath, so he rushed forward again and punched him several times in a row.
Since the last battle with Proust, Fang Heng's three abilities of necromancy, psychology, and sacred studies have improved significantly. In addition, he has absorbed some dimensional power, and his attributes have been improved in all aspects.
In addition, there are daily training sessions for necromancy instructors during this period.
As his ability to control the aura of death became stronger and stronger, the mentors who knew that Fang Heng did not like to use spells gave Fang Heng some combat advice, asking him to concentrate the power of the undead in his fists.
Great effect!
Even though Proust himself had a strong resistance to necromancy and possessed excellent self-recovery abilities, he did not dare to take Fang Heng's attacks head-on as he did at the beginning, and most of the time he took a dodging and defensive stance.
Seeing this, Fang Heng's mouth corner twitched slightly.
"Heh, why are you hiding all the time? Are you scared?"
The battle has continued until now. In addition to the lickers attached to the bone dragon hovering in the air, a large number of lickers have been lurking beneath the ground.
These are his big blood bags!
As one side gained strength, the other side lost strength. Fang Heng no longer had as much difficulty dealing with Proust as he had last time. He even had some free time to make a few sarcastic remarks.
The two sides turned into two black shadows on the battlefield, and it seemed that Fang Heng had suppressed Proust.
Not far away, Mu Qingxin looked at the battlefield coldly.
Normally, as trainers, they would not interfere in the fights between newborns.
At the moment, it seems that Fang Heng has the advantage.
But this advantage alone could not completely kill Proust.
What Mu Qingxin feared the most was the special ability that Fang Heng released last time.
It's a simple magic attack capability, but it also incorporates terrifying mental impact.
Even she was a little afraid.
Fang Heng!
Mu Qingxin stared at Fang Heng, her eyes flashing with deep vigilance.
In such a short period of time, how could his strength improve so drastically?
How exactly?
Not far away, the high-level mentors of the Undead Council did not take any action, but just observed from a certain distance, while being wary of Mu Qingxin who was hiding in the dark.
Of course, if Fang Heng were in danger, they would definitely take action regardless of the consequences.
At least for now, the strength demonstrated by Fang Heng made the elders of the Undead Council nod their heads frequently.
Very satisfied!
Especially seeing that their teaching during this period has been effective.
Monster talent plus hard work.
Georgy, chairman of the Council of the Dead, nodded secretly in his heart.
Perhaps one day in the future, Fang Heng will be able to reach a level that even they can hardly imagine.
In a blink of an eye, the two sides fought on the battlefield for more than ten minutes.
Fang Heng was able to observe Proust's blood volume.
The opponent's health bar is still that long.
There was almost no substantial damage.
Fang Heng continued to draw hatred and said coldly: "Proust, you have been here for so long, why are you still like this? Is there nothing new?"
Proust was suppressed by Fang Heng for a while, and snorted coldly when he heard this.
Long?
How long!
It’s not even half a year yet!
In the past, Proust's hibernation time was measured in hundreds of years. He even couldn't remember how long he had been in hibernation the last time he was suppressed by the Queen of the Dead.
"What about you? Don't think you can defeat me with just these. Let me see what new things you have learned?"
"Okay, please give me your advice!"
As Fang Heng spoke, his aura suddenly changed.
Ok?
what is that?
Proust's face changed instantly.
A sacred light exploded from Fang Heng's body.
Divine form.
Shield-breaking strike!
"call out!"
A divine light flashed.
The dark golden sacred spear instantly pierced Proust's heart!
The divine attribute attack itself has a great inhibitory effect on the undead attribute and the Seed of Ouroboros. Proust was suddenly attacked by the divine attribute, and the place where he was pierced by the spear instantly burned with a blazing divine fire, and his body was put into a state of stiffness.
How could it be a sacred attribute!?
Seeing this, Mu Qingxin also showed a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Sudden! ! !
When Proust was blown away in mid-air, Fang Heng had already flashed behind Proust and waved at him.
"God's punishment!"
"boom!!!!"
Severe thunder.
Purple-red thunder suddenly erupted and fell from the sky, instantly hitting Proust and causing hundreds of thousands of damage.
Proust was briefly stunned.
Fang Heng snorted coldly.
continue! (End of chapter)