hero?it must be me

These forces that hindered him should have been cleared away.

Something, something changed the expected result...

The cold touch on his left arm made Tristan's face darken.

Sure enough, is it this?

It was this chain that prevented the power of [Blessing] from being brought into full play to what it should have been.

Not only that, this chain, you can't [break free] by yourself.

It's not a simple question of whether the strength is enough, but some kind of more difficult trouble——

Noble Phantasm...

Could it be that it is the treasure of the law of cause and effect?

A chain-shaped... Noble Phantasm of Karma?

In a short gap, Tristan finally realized a possibility amidst the continuous shaking.

But so what?

Can he change the status quo?

"call!"

"Oh!"

"20."

——Can Tristan change the status quo of being punched like a speed ball?

"cough!"

Another thump.

The bridge of Tristan's straightened nose was almost completely sunken into the inside of the skull at this moment.

The beauty that was once said to make even goblins hide in the bushes to tidy up their appearance was destroyed by a man's unceremonious fist at this moment, such a shocking and terrifying appearance.

A handful of blood coughed up from his throat, which nearly choked Tristan.

From the perspective of others who don't understand anything, this scene is simply like a cruel lynching.

A man who was too tall and strong to be human was tormenting the weak knight.

But Zheng Qi didn't stop because of Tristan's misery.

His giant dragon eyes were fixed on Tristan who flew into the air again, there was no ferocity, no killing intent, only [as it should be].

(Really durable.)

Even Zheng Qi felt a little sighed at the moment.

He has punched Tristan three times so far.

Although, as a man of his word, Zheng Qi restrained his strength in every punch, trying to hit a full 23 punches on this head, which was not as big as his fist.

But after these three punches, those sphinxes are afraid that they will start a water and land dojo in their minds and a big dyeing workshop.

And no matter how miserable Tristan looked after these three punches, he could still breathe.

Such a durable opponent is rare.

Zheng Qi began to think about what kind of level this guy is under the command of the so-called Lion King.

And after all, what kind of identity is it?

…Shouldn’t I have given him a sigh of relief and asked him what his name is after all these 23 punches?

Zheng Qi frowned slightly.

And when he was thinking about this, Tristan in the air finally understood two points under the heavy blow of three punches.

The first point is that he must never take Zheng Qi's punch like this again.

The second point is...

He thought about it.

He thought of a way to escape!

Chapter 326 Chapter 26: This is my escape route! (

Feeling being pulled to the ground by that irresistible force again, the muscles on Tristan's unrecognizable face twitched slightly, but unfortunately, his face is now a little hard to distinguish where is the nose and where is the mouth There are some coke made from minced meat, mixed with a little white, it is really hard to see what his expression is at the moment.

Zheng Qi naturally couldn't tell.

After a moment of thinking, he made a decision.

In short, let's hit 23 punches like this first.

After the beating is over, if this guy's life is hard and he can really breathe, let him have a mouth for questioning for the time being.

Although, Zheng Qi felt that Tristan did not seem like a person who could ask many questions.

Because, in the 23 sentences just now, Zheng Qi could hear clearly.

Only the reverence and praise about the pure white lion king is true.

As for the rest, it's just a stinking lie.

If you want to compare it, it is like the piss of a mouse in a stinky ditch, exuding a stench that makes people shy away.

Obviously there is a pretty face, but inside is a rotten guy that is bleeding pus.

To be honest, Zheng Qi always felt that this guy in front of him had an obvious sense of disobedience.

It’s like when you go to a restaurant and order dumplings stuffed with chives, but the dumpling skins are the same, but when you try to go in, you find that they are stuffed with coriander.

Can you understand?

How much psychological damage does this have to a person who does not eat coriander.

——Zheng Qi probably felt this way when he saw Tristan.

As a result, he actually wanted to ask Tristan a lot of questions.

But compared with the idea of ​​beating Tristan now, Zheng Qi thinks that these can be delayed a little bit.

In short, the fourth punch.

Seeing Tristan who was dragged by his chains of resentment and began to fall towards this side at a high speed again, Zheng Qi clenched his right fist, and without hesitation struck another blow at that perhaps pitiful face.

"Bang!!"

"19."

If it weren't for Zheng Qi's fist that was bigger than Tristan's head, this punch would probably be able to embed straight into Tristan's skull.

However, big also has big characteristics.

If anyone is lucky enough to see clearly the sight of Zheng Qi's galloping Long Yan and Lei Guang's fist kissing Tristan's face passionately between the electric light and flint, he will definitely be amazed.

Oh, it turns out that the human face can become so flat.

"call!"

It was no different from before, Tristan was beaten into the air again.

He looked like he really didn't have the ability to fight back at all.

Compared to the appearance of showing off behind those fugitives, playing his demon strings, and directing the blossoming of blood flowers, no one can compare him with the current him.

What a mess?

and so……

Have it?

In this case, does it really exist?

Is there really a way for Tristan to escape from Zheng Qi?

--have.

Tristan in mid-air, the expression on that rotten face at the moment, it is difficult for others to know.

But Tristan knew it himself.

It was a smile he could barely hold back.

(You were fooled, unknown Heroic Spirit!)

Without relying on the eyes, one can gain insight into the surrounding environment. This kind of skill allowed Tristan to capture Zheng Qi's position even in the air when his eyes were blown out.

He was facing there, and raised his ugly face, as if he wanted to show Zheng Qi a smile.

(This is, my escape route!)

"Zheng!"

The strings are pulled.

At some point, Tristan, who had been holding onto his bow tightly and never letting go, turned out to be at the moment when Zheng Qi hit him again, and through a simple release and grasp, he let his right hand turn from the original bow area. And hooked the body of the treasure.

His body is now very sluggish, and he can't even raise his arms and draw his bow.

But Tristan's strings, just need to move a finger lightly, is enough to send out a vacuum blade that can cut through flesh and blood.

only……

So what?

Zheng Qi noticed Tristan's movements.

He also heard Yaoxian's whisper.

But so what?

Even if Tristan played with all his strength, it would be impossible to stop Zheng Qi from swinging his right fist, let alone cut off the chain of resentment that implicates both parties.

Even if Tristan used this precious opportunity to seduce the demon string, would he be able to escape?

The answer is, yes.

indeed.

Yaoxian's sound blade could not cause any significant damage to Zheng Qi, and even cut the chain of constant resentment.

However, there is one thing, Tristan is sure that his blade of sound can cut one into pieces neatly.

—That is, his own body.

"laugh!"

Blood blooms.

Accompanied by the entire left arm that was bound tightly by the chain of resentment and fell down, Tristan's body responded to Zheng Qi's strange force and continued to fly backwards in the air.

This time, even Zheng Qi was stunned.

He didn't even chase after Tristan for the first time.

And when Zheng Qi quickly came back to his senses, Tristan was already beaten hundreds of meters away by his restrained fist, and turned over with a quick and sensitive movement, and stood firm after a few rolls heel.

Without even looking at Zheng Qi's side, Tristan immediately turned his head.

He chose to escape from Zheng Qi without hesitation.

"..."

I can't catch up.

Zheng Qi made this judgment immediately.

Running for a long distance, it seemed that he really couldn't outrun the opponent.

Furthermore, it is not sure if this is a means of diverting the tiger away from the mountain.

Hard pursuit may not be able to catch up, and there is also the risk of causing accidents to Lixiang and the others in the rear, as well as those refugees who were taken in.

and……

"Clang clang clang..."