Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

Catherine is the same, no one can understand what kind of problems the little witch is thinking. The world, human beings, etc. are not in her consideration, she will always be that willful witch.

When facing this witch, Xie Zhifei has a unique advantage. The witch likes him, or likes his taste. Although the possibility is also very small, it is still not ruled out that Catherine sees the possibility of him directly admitting defeat.

These possibilities are not available in front of the sand. Even Xie Zhifei has brought them so many surprises and admiration. Within 24 hours, this little-known name was first squeezed into the last thirty-two people of this generation, and then it was upgraded. More importantly, his talent was evaluated at the highest level ever, and then he defeated the seed of the Temple of Vientiane, the Mahanabha.

Although no one understands how he did it, the fact that he won still exists, so it is still not ruled out that others associate his name with miracles. But this is still not enough. The preciousness of miracles lies in the foundation of the vast world.

For this group of geniuses in the arena, 'miracle' is just a term that can be created, and even a bit disgusting to hear. When Chen Bingyi learned the first Tongtian Zhuan, when Scipio picked up the molten city, and when Xia Matthew was under the Agrace contract, this term was chanted by countless people.

Therefore, apart from being the most shocked when these miracles related to Xie Zhifei happened, they were more about constructing a real Xie Zhifei. Instead of letting these miracles obscure, mythologize his very existence.

So they can make such a judgment, that is, Xie Zhifei can't win. Even though he had used some ranged attacks in defeating Victoria, melee combat that relied on taijutsu was still his main fighting style. His gun and quick, his strength and skill are all good. But that's not enough.

Just like Ji Qing'er, the sword qi, sword intent, and sword force of the Yue Nujian are all as surreal as they are bizarre. She can stab out a sword that seems to travel through time, and she can use the sword energy to build a green bamboo forest like the environment; she can use her body as a sword, and the green energy is three thousand miles away. But still not enough. She still can't beat the sand. So Xie Zhifei can't win either, it's not a matter of miracles. All the people present are miracle workers and geniuses. Measuring them by something like a miracle is inherently inaccurate.

So Xie Zhifei's happiness came for no reason, it was very strange. But even so, he can still feel that kind of joy. Because he has good reasons for it. 'I hit first, you continue. ’ When he talked to Ji Qing’er earlier, this kind of conversation was almost joking. Ji Qinger really did it, and in order to achieve this, the fight was extremely tragic, to the extent that Xie Zhifei couldn't bear to watch it.

So he felt that it was necessary for him to do the second half of the sentence, that is, what he promised Ji Qinger, he continued, continued to do, to win the sand. In this way, Ji Qinger's actions will not be wasted. Even if No. 6 encounters Sand, this kind of hard work will even become even more worthless. So Xie Zhifei is fortunate that Ji Qinger's efforts were worth it, and he didn't think about it at all. This worthiness was earned in his most difficult situation.

The two men holding black spears and red spears saluted relative to each other, and they were very upright and upright. Just this action filled the field with a wonderful sense of ritual. Xie Zhifei rubbed his hand on the gun twice again, thinking about whether he should talk to the other party, or whether it would be better to attack directly. Then the sand standing opposite him actually took the initiative to speak.

"You gave a lot of people surprises." Sand's voice, like his name, was full of gritty graininess.

"Uh. I'm lucky." Xie Zhifei came back like this after being taken aback. That's true, because he was really lucky, and he didn't meet a seed in the first two rounds. And the Mahanabo match was like stepping on **** luck. If the opponent is not good at mental attack, if he didn't find the green sea in the ant mound, if he didn't know Yi Nian... too much, too much The accident led to his victory.

And there are those who are unlucky, such as Agrace. In terms of trump cards, the Holy Maiden of the Vatican is the most present. But because of luck, even hitting the little fat Rosenberg and Katherine led to an early departure. All Xie Zhifei's words are not modest.

Sha was a little silent, it was obviously the topic he provoked, but he acted very unfamiliar, as if he didn't know how to answer Xie Zhifei. He pursed his lips and said his request bluntly. "I hope you will admit defeat."

"I didn't expect that you would persuade me to surrender." Xie Zhifei did not expect such a development to encounter two seeds with completely different personalities in the Vientiane Hall one after another. It seems that the Karang and sociable Maha Nabo did not hesitate to make a move to trap him in his own brain, but it was the taciturn Sha who offered to persuade him to surrender. "You are not suitable for this." Xie Zhifei said.

"Because before, you didn't have the value of persuading you to surrender." Sha's words were still straight, without any embellishment or euphemism, as if he was simply stating a fact. In the past, you were not even qualified to buy or trade. "Our price is 30% higher than the imaginary space."

"I didn't make a deal with Imaginary Space." Xie Zhifei replied.

"Your opponent is me." Sha's answer was still very simple.

"Are you afraid that I will win?" Xie Zhifei asked after being silent for a while.

"No, I want to win the championship. The current state is difficult. Your swordsmen have left me with a lot of problems."

"The injury that Qing'er left you?" Xie Zhifei tilted his head, "You tell me you have an injury, aren't you afraid that I will take advantage of this?"

The answer is obvious, not afraid. From the beginning, Sha never thought that he would lose in this match with Xie Zhifei. What he was worried about was his state in the subsequent fight with Catherine or No. 6.

This is not arrogance, he was never an arrogant person. It is his judgment of the situation. And based on this judgment, he gave Xie Zhifei such a price.

So Sha didn't answer Xie Zhifei's question, because even he understood that such an answer would make the other party angry. In fact, if possible, he is not willing to choose this way at all. Victory outside of battle is not in line with his principles.

But just like what he said, although the battle with Ji Qinger seems to have been won without pressure, the impact is indeed real. He needs time to figure this out before he can face his next opponent, whether it's Catherine or Number Six.

"I know that the things I carry are different from those of you." Xie Zhifei smiled suddenly, a very light smile, "The champion of the arena and the future of the world are all far away from me. No one is there. Looking forward to winning it."

"So you guys think I can lose." Sha stood there, not knowing how to answer. In fact, he agreed with what he said, so he negotiated a deal with him. In everyone's opinion, Xie Zhifei had no reason to win.

"But I don't want to lose." Xie Zhifei said suddenly.

"But you can't win." Sha finally couldn't help but say, "Give up, you can gain more."

"I know." Xie Zhifei nodded, which surprised Sha. He thought he needed to say something different to convince him.

"So you agree?"

"No, I refused." Xie Zhifei's answer left Sha inexplicable.

"...Why?" Sand asked, as if he had accepted the fact that the other party refused to deal, and had no idea of ​​trying any more.

"Because I want to try." Xie Zhifei smiled, "I know this is difficult for you to understand. In fact, I can't understand why I did it myself, because I don't know what the result of this attempt is. Good or bad, or even if it's good, is for me personally and has nothing to do with the world."

"But I still want to try it. This is a very unreasonable, but I think it should be done. You can understand that I promised others to win you."

Don't say sand, almost no one can understand what Xie Zhifei is talking about, only the fools who know Xie Zhifei's second-generation identity seem to see a corner of the mountain in the clouds. Ji Qinger reclined and scolded an idiot.

Even though he didn't hear what Xie Zhifei was saying, Sha still nodded and held up the black spear in his hand, "Please." This sentence he said was stronger than all the previous words, because it was his real habit and he was good at saying it. words, like the black spear in his hand.

After saying this, he took the initiative to attack Xie Zhifei. From walking to running, his footsteps were steady and slow, and he slowly accelerated, as if carrying a sea of ​​tides and mountains.

The black spear stabbed forward, and a dragon roar sounded on the stage for no reason. It was the sound left by the rapidly advancing black spear slipping through the air, as if it had just broken free from some kind of restraint.

Langa snake spear, the first style, the sound of the wind and the dragon shadow.

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Chapter 142 How to Win

From the very beginning, the spear came so fast that it faintly gave people an unstoppable illusion. Even if Xie Zhifei tried his best to capture it, he could only see a dark shadow in a trance. That was the trajectory of the black spear, and the black spear bent like a horned dragon left a phantom shadow that was really like a dragon walking in the clouds, and it looked like he couldn't see the shadow.

But if you can't see or catch it, it doesn't mean you can't stop it. Because whenever he wants to attack, he always needs a target, and this target can only be himself. So the blood-colored spear echoed and leaned in front of him, and then moved forward.

"Bang——" A heavy collision sounded directly in front of his chest. Even in the process of collision, Sha's black spear did not stop, still like a vague black shadow. Such high-speed, one-touch attacks are generally very clear, but the strength of the spear is so powerful that Xie Zhifei can't hold it. The gun barrel bent, making a sound like a broken string, and Xie Zhifei's figure retreated sharply, leaving two white scratches on the ground.

The pain was obviously blocked, but the pain still spread upward from the wrist. The violent vibration first brought a strong numbness, and then the pain spread. The trembling felt as if he could no longer hold the gun in his hand.

Sha Ke would not stop because of this, and leaned over to pursue it. Just as Xie Zhifei stopped, he also reached two meters away, following him like a shadow, and the black spear in his hand shot up from the bottom to the top like a full moon.

The black tip of the spear was about to pierce through the chin. Xie Zhifei kicked the end of the spear in his hand, took advantage of the iron bridge to lower his waist, twisted his wrist and stabbed the spear head into the ground behind him, bending his body at a 90-degree angle. Hold on.

The sand pierced the air with a spear, and the black spear with an unfinished momentum turned into a white mark and lifted into the sky, like a bird thrown into the forest. Xie Zhifei didn't even have time to get up at the waist, because the black spear that lifted the sky was pressed down again with a gust of wind, and the overwhelming force was like a mountain to crush him to death below.

There was a crisp sound like a reed, and the red spear that pierced the ground shot out, and flew out like a slingshot with Xie Zhifei to the side, avoiding the spear from top to bottom.

Unlike the spear hitting the ground with a single line, the spear sound without the slightest elasticity will not bend, it is more like a sword, only the tip of the spear cuts into the ground, and the sharp incision made by this point only spreads out. more than ten meters.

Dragon Shadow, Shiratori, and Carp cut, and Sha only made three strikes. The three strikes that didn't keep his hand or strength at all forced Xie Zhifei to hardly have any strength to fight back. Any attack that slows down for a moment is Xie Zhifei's defeat.

When Sha and Xie Zhifei were negotiating, when they said that they were affected by the battle with Ji Qinger, everyone actually felt a little at ease. After all, the last sword could feel its power even bystanders. And the next sand, if unscathed, can only be described as a monster.

But when they saw Sha's unhesitating three-stroke, everyone fell silent again, feeling that what they had just thought was like a joke. Where is this move that an affected person can use, move kill, tyranny is better than the previous one. Although Xie Zhifei avoided all of them, what about the next move? What about the next formula? How many times can a similar attack sand continue? It is estimated that no one knows except himself.

No one is more clear about this than Xie Zhifei. Although there is no splendid brilliance, the three moves seem to be bland, but the absoluteness and the gap that exists in it makes people feel powerless.

Powerless? It feels so familiar. Heh, Xie Zhifei raised his head and smiled at him, then he slammed on the ground in everyone's eyes and rushed up. This action made everyone frown.

Attack again? There are no weak people present, so they understand better than anyone else that victory is definitely not something that can be achieved by relying on momentum, hard work, or even luck. It was not easy for Xie Zhifei to avoid the three moves, but the fight just now showed the gap between the two of them. There are differences in strength, speed, skills, and combat experience. These things are real, not just by shouting a few times and recalling the misery of one's own life to be able to cross the past.

Only Sha is different. Xie Zhifei's movements are not blind, desperate or crazy, he is calm, he has a plan for the distance he takes with every step, and his hand holding the gun is also very stable. More importantly, his offensive momentum and those crazy, The hysterical person who jumps over the wall is completely different, and he believes that his own can succeed.

Although he didn't know where his confidence came from, Sha's hand holding the spear was quietly tightened by two points, and the touch of rough fingers rubbing against the equally uneven spear body made him feel extremely familiar.

Then, the black spear and the red spear collided in mid-air, the first collision with the red spear being the main force. Strangely, there was no sound, and the two long weapons were swung extremely fast, and the two phantoms, one black and one red, did not reveal their full shapes until they collided. But such a fierce collision did not make the slightest sound of pig iron. It was as if the sound had been swallowed up.