Heaven Awakening Path

Fango has never underestimated the strength of Sun Xin, otherwise as he lacks a taste for life, why should he take the opportunity to attack? But after all, he underestimated the will of Sun Xin Zheng, and did not expect Sun Xin Zheng to be seriously injured. In this way, he would also forcibly control his body.

This will only exacerbate her injuries, a reckless manoeuvre that will only be pursued if she is determined to pay for her life.

Short a brush pen, in the grandson's hand wave as if it had the power of a thousand, a little bit, Fongo just felt that the surrounding air was being contracted because of the sharpness of this blow.

With this blow, the strength of the spiritual force directly shot out the tip of the pen, Fango dared not to fight as before, hurriedly sliding away to avoid giving way.

He saw clearly and flashed accurately. His mind had also made it clear that he would never go to work with his desperate grandson to carry him to death. As long as he made more delays, he believed that Sun Xin could not support him forever.

So, he didn't mean to fight back at all. He just stared at Sun Sen and was ready for her next attack.

Who thinks he has avoided the attack, but as he dodges the chase, Sungo can no longer escape. Sun Xin shot and killed like a steel needle, straightened to his chest.

Fang Ge flies out backwards.

If he can't avoid it, he can only use it in such a way as to minimize the damage from this blow. He was so confused that he couldn't figure out how to hit him. This could not be a random strain of control, as he did not perceive any significant adjustment in the power of Sun Xin's tricks at that time. Did Sun Zheng send the trick long ago to get him out of the way and expect the enemy to attack his shelter first?

Isn't that a little too accurate?

Looks like Fango was knocked off when he landed, staring dead at Sun Giving Tip with his chest covered. This hit was still slightly missed, combined with Fango's desperate dissolution, and still failed to stab Fongo's heart.

But the following blow has come back.

Where should we go this time?

Fongo already has a trance in his heart, he is afraid that he will be sent by his grandson again, and more afraid that this time his luck will not be as good as last time. It was almost the last moment to be hit, and Fongo suddenly turned right.

Whoops...

The feeling of spiritual force penetrating the body was so clear that Fongo felt like he seemed to hear voices.

How can it be?

Although Fango was once again fortunate not to have been hit hard, he was terrified in his heart before his victory. This was a moment of immediacy, when he did not even think about it and subconsciously completed his evasion. How can you calculate the degree of grand gift?

He couldn't think about it. Sun sent the brush in his hand to light it again. He drew a painting, not ink, but a frightening and frightening power.

This time……

Fongo bites his teeth and decides to bet.

He didn't move, he didn't move, he just stared at Sun Xiaozhi. He didn't believe in his decision to risk his life, and Sun Xiaozhi could have predicted it.

The strength of Soul rushes, Fango does not move.

Closer, still immobile.

Closer……

Fongo panicked a little. The grandson trick he saw in his eyes seemed so steady that his chest was full of bamboo.

Perhaps we should evade, the idea flashing from our minds.

No, that's why you can't go!

Unmoved Fongo, his heart is not as steady as Mount Tai, just for a moment, he has turned his mind not knowing how many thoughts, but finally, he stood up, he did not move, he still risked his life and gambled this time.

Win!

Sun Xin's eyes flashed with surprise, which did not escape Fongo's attention, which made him very determined.

“Bold. ”

He heard Sun Giving confession.

Then the strength of Soul enters the body.

Hit or hit!

Sun Xin was surprised and praised, but did not influence the final result. This blow still hit Fango accurately. At this moment, Fongo felt that his distinction was being played over his crotch.

He was too shapely to stand. Three shots in a row, even though they didn't end up hitting the point, the trauma caused by the other gore was already considerable, especially psychological stress. Fongo is already desperate to avoid the attack of Sun Sent Talk. He had no idea what to do with the next blow.

As a result, the next blow delayed the future.

Sun Xin Zhaoqiao stood there, his figure was also in a slump, and he also appeared to be unable to stand. But it seems to be a pen, but there seems to be a thousand pens in my hand, I can't even lift it.

Fongo's heart flashed with a thought.

No, it's not!

It's not right that I've been thinking about it.

Sun Jianzhi is already in this state, absolutely seeking to kill the enemy. Can she judge Fango's evasion to such an extent that three attacks failed to hit the point? Especially just now, for the third time, Fango didn't even move, and if Sun Xinju had foreseen this, it would have been even more unlikely that he would have been unable to hit the point.

Isn't this attack influenced by the grandson's consciousness? So, what determines the location of this attack?

With this in mind, Fongo's perception immediately probed into the three wounds on himself.

No...

No…

Still no...

Three wounds, he found nothing wrong.

No, three wounds? Three?

Fongo was slightly stunned, but Sun Zheng finally raised the brush again.

Soul strength, shoot the pen again!

“Drink!” Fango continued unabated this time, but he used all his strength to vibrate suddenly from the inside out.

Spiritual power bursts in all directions, but Fongo still doesn't feel anything different about him. Faced with the power of the shooting, this time he was truly desperate. Whoever wanted to shoot the power of the shooting was shocked by the power of his scattered spirit.

What's going on here?

Fongomei was stunned, and he didn't think that he could restrain Sun Xin's attack by releasing his strength, because Sun Xin Xin's strength was weak?

No, not really.

Fongo looked halfway through the sky and the power of the shooting force passed through, still so fierce that it did not weaken at all. And in the path it shot and washed away, a fine one was floating, and it was not destroyed by this blow.

Fongo's eyes fell back into the hands of Sun Xiaoqiao and looked at her brush.

He finally understood.

“Hundred Li See Autumn Mile. So that's what I meant.” He said.

Hundred Li See Autumn Mi, it is the name of the Soldier Brush sent by Sun. Fango finally figured out what was going on with the attack that his grandson had given him.

The finesse that floated in the sky fell from the pen of the Sun who sent the soldier to recruit him. It was when Sun sent the rush to strike him first, it fell off on him.

Neither close observation nor perception can reveal a single nuance in this area.

But any subsequent attack by this soldier will naturally follow this fine line.

Hundred Li See Autumn Brush, hence the name!