Chapter 59: Open your eyes and see the cat

ooking at the huge centipede running towards him rapidly, Fang Ling's breathing became rapid and heavy.

Sweat dripped into his eyes and the cracks on his body, but he seemed unaware of it.

There was a sense of tension and determination around him.

His eyes were like a cheetah locking onto its prey, his pupils fixed intently on the front.

The movements were slow and gentle, revealing a determination to disregard life and death.

The corners of Fang Ling's mouth slightly raised, and he didn't know when a faint smile appeared on his face.

Despite the extreme danger, there was still a fighting spirit in his eyes.

This may be his last dance in this life.

If he really died, he still hoped to die with a smile.

The centipede approached at a high speed, its fangs wide open, and a poisonous mist of life-threatening danger filled the air, almost within reach.

Fang Ling felt dizzy, but his judgment was not affected.

Aim with precision.

Then, now!

"Kill!"

With a sudden roar, his emotions were instantly ignited.

The heart beat violently, as if trying to break through the restraints in the chest. The blood rushed in the veins, rushing straight into the sky with unstoppable power.

Because the sickle is now only a short piece and he has to kill the opponent through his mouthparts, he changed his fighting style.

Instead of swinging and slashing, it stabbed straight forward.

All the remaining soul power, the last ten percent of soul power, rushed wildly in the meridians in the body, passing through every tiny vein with unstoppable force, and gathered into an unprecedented force.

Like a river bursting its banks or a volcano erupting, all the energy poured into the second soul ring.

With a devastating power, it shuttled and gathered, and finally condensed into a dazzling stream of light on the broken sickle blade.

The huge poisonous fang was about to hit Fang Ling's stomach.

The straight thorn of the broken sickle is about to pierce into the centipede's mouth.

The fierce gale was mixed with a fishy and poisonous smell, which made Fang Ling feel even heavier in his heart.

The situation is not good.

But he had no way to retreat or escape, so he could only take this gamble.

Life or death will be decided immediately!

The two were about to have a tragic collision when a black shadow with cat ears suddenly entered Fang Ling's sight.

"Someone come to rescue!"

As soon as Fang Ling realized this, a feeling of ecstasy surged in his heart.

No matter who comes or what their purpose is, it is best to survive.

The movement could no longer be stopped. He saw the man used his claw to block his broken sickle, preventing it from moving forward an inch.

Then he violently pressed the centipede to the ground with one hand, causing a loud bang.

"boom--"

Wood chips flew everywhere from the huge tree roots, and the soil was scattered all over the place.

The hard shell was broken into pieces and had completely caved in. Purple-red poisonous blood splattered everywhere. It was obvious that he had died on the spot.

The man with black fur, cat ears on his head, and dark pupils smiled: "Kid, you should be thankful."

A high-level spirit master of the Black Cat spirit?

Fang Ling felt relieved. He didn't hear what he said, and the joy of surviving successfully rose in his heart.

His tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and fatigue and accumulated pain burst out like a flood. In an instant he lost consciousness and fell forward.

He was not worried about his soul bone being discovered.

The external soul bone given to him by the Cyclops Antelope is quite special. The enhancement of his jumping ability is more passive and can be strengthened by soul power without showing it externally.

Theoretically, the blasting specialty does not require soul bones to manifest.

Because in the final analysis, this is just a skill to condense soul power and then explode.

The soul bone only serves to protect his feet.

As long as your physical body can withstand the reaction force brought by the soul skill, you are not afraid of having your feet blown to pieces.

"Hey, kid!" The thin middle-aged man whose martial soul was the black cat saw Fang Ling faint and hurriedly caught him.

He didn't care about the blood flowing on his body. Instead, he stared at the clothes on Fang Ling's body that were soaked in red and the openings on his skin. A trace of amazement that was hard to conceal flashed in his eyes.

What kind of hardships and difficulties must one have gone through to forge such a strong will?

He was sighing in his heart, and at the same time, he quickly took Fang Ling back to the team.

"Uncle Li, how is it, are you saved?"

The pretty little girl saw Fang Ling, whose life or death was unknown in her arms, raised her eyebrows and asked softly.

"Of course, Miss. I, Old Li, am a powerful Spirit Saint of the Agility Attack System."

After showing off a little complacently, he placed Fang Ling in a tent and explained in a low voice: "This guy may have fainted because he was too tired or too seriously injured."

"Miss, what do you think?"

The little girl he called Miss didn't think much and casually called over another person.

"Aunt Mei, come and help me."

"Yes, miss." A beautiful young woman nodded slightly.

Summoning his martial soul, a turquoise glow fell on Fang Ling, with five soul rings of yellow, purple and black surrounding his body, making him look like a powerful healing soul king.

Under her treatment, Fang Ling's wounds began to heal rapidly.

While receiving treatment, the little girl looked at him silently.

The child in front of me was not good-looking, but of course he was not ugly either. He could probably be considered slightly handsome.

I wanted to save him just now because I saw that he had a limp in one leg. However, as a great soul master, I was still determined and never gave up when facing a thousand-year-old soul beast.

This reminded her of herself, who would also face a desperate future alone.

Now that I'm looking closer, I suddenly feel my martial soul being stirred by something, causing a momentary throbbing.

Being able to activate martial spirits, could it be that a stranger she just met has the ability to fuse martial spirits with her?

How is this possible?

It should be the coward who ran away, not this.

The beautiful little girl was shocked and couldn't believe it. She wanted to feel it more carefully, but the feeling disappeared all of a sudden.

Just an illusion?

The little girl approached cautiously, observing more closely.

She also touched Fang Ling's forehead with her white and tender fingers.

Just at this moment, Fang Ling regained consciousness and regained consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw this scene: a noble girl with beautiful appearance and good figure touched his forehead with her slender jade fingers.

What's going on?

He looked into those beautiful eyes, a little dazed, a blush instantly appeared on his face, and he greeted her with a little embarrassment:

"Hello, my name is Fang Ling."

The beautiful girl was stunned for a moment, then withdrew her fingers like lightning.

Just like a thief who was discovered, her face burned hot and turned red instantly.

Feeling at a loss, she hurriedly stroked her beautiful long hair to make herself look a little busy, then whispered, "My name is Zhu Zhuqing."

"Zhu Zhuqing?!"

Fang Ling was shocked and watched her walk away quickly as if nothing had happened.

No wonder she has such a good figure, is so pretty, has a cold and frosty face, and exudes such nobleness.

It turned out to be a cat.

He was excited, not only because he was surprised by the name, but also because he sensed a faint throbbing from the sickle martial spirit.

Could it be a martial soul fusion technique? !

(End of this chapter)