Chapter 1743

When ye de realized that several ordinary people were sleeping in the city road ahead, it was too late.

Perhaps because he was not born to be an evolutionist, but was forced to evolve, now he is very general in physical strength, speed and combat power, except for his special ability to evolve. However, he had only escaped for twoorthree minutes, and his steps were getting heavier and heavier uncontrollably; No matter how his chest is compressed and expanded, he can't breathe enough air.

The man behind him who has been biting him tightly is different.

That man was born to belong to the arena. He is a much better and faster predator than him. How he escaped from the face-to-face attack was unclear to Yede - the price of his barely escaping was a heavy blow on the back of his head.

Fortunately, ye de couldn't see the wound behind his head; He suspected that if he could take the time to touch it, he would faint directly because of its horror.

Since then, the attacks from behind have become more and more fierce, tricky and almost inevitable; The man's speed was so fast that he even fell in front of Ye de several times, blocking his way - in a moment that was enough to decide life and death, ye de only saw clearly that the man seemed to be a man. If he didn't know Fanjia city like the back of his hand, and knew where to lead the other party's fork road, where to allow himself to escape, where the road can't stand the weight, how could he survive until now?

It would be much more comfortable if he could just give up and let himself die happily and neatly; But there was something that could not tell what it was, which still supported him and forced him to run, even more painful for ye de than the pursuers behind him.

"Wake up," Ye de shouted at the sleeping ordinary people in front, "run, hide!"

In the dark, someone smacked his mouth and rolled over.

Ye De's proud voice didn't know when to abandon him. He thought he was roaring, but the only thing that rushed out was the hoarse and unpleasant sound of anger - was his throat hurt? He couldn't feel it anymore. He thought in a daze, is there anything intact in himself?

It was too late for him to shout for a second time; Ye de was very close to them, and even a face resting on a sack could be seen clearly.

Even if these ordinary people get up and run now, it's too late.

If he rushed between ordinary people and chased the attack from behind, there would be no doubt that he would pass through people - chased and killed by the people behind him all the way. Ye de already knew the means of attacking the pursuer: when he heard the sharp sound of thin blades breaking through the air from behind again, he knew that ordinary people on the ground could not escape.

Unless he stops and waits for a huge lotus of flesh and blood to bloom on his back.

But it's so close to the destination that ye De is too unwilling to stop now. Just give him another ten seconds, no, even five seconds - but ordinary people beside the city road——

When ye de suddenly stopped, there was a clear sound of metal attack in the air.

Then, bursts of scalp numbing noises peculiar to cutting and grinding metal immediately scratched the silence in the dark city road; The people on the ground were awakened one after another, and they got up one after another in the suddenly rich bloody gas. In their confusion and panic, someone retreated and ran away, and someone recognized the figure with the pen standing upright in the dark.

"Batou de!" A woman screamed, shaking Ye De's whole body, and almost fell to the ground.

"Go quickly,"

Before the "head" was completely destroyed, he sent his voice to her ear and to the ears of more ordinary people in front: "don't go to the left... Front."

Is it such a feeling when the product of one's own evolutionary ability is destroyed by a stronger evolutionary ability? From the corner of his eye, ye de saw snow-white sparks and nearly dark blood splashing in the dark city road - his "head", his message receiving station, to boil out a little silver ball, but now it was used as a shield, under the attack of the pursuers, it was quickly cut and worn out, turning into gorgeous scattered white flowers.

Even so, it can only block the vital points of its body; The rest of the skin and flesh were directly exposed to countless thin blades. He would rather expose his bones and let the pursuers grind them, rather than like this.

Now that he has destroyed a ball, he might as well destroy it to the end... He gritted his teeth and struggled to withstand the attack behind him with his ball message receiving station, and even pushed the thin blade out a little bit.

In his blurred vision, the backs of ordinary people really fled to the front, and no one entered the fork road on the left of the city road. In the eyes of the pursuer behind him, I'm afraid he will think there is no fork in the road on the left?

This conjecture was soon confirmed: when ye de half rushed out and suddenly plunged into the left fork, the pursuer didn't stop his pace for a moment and passed by him - then, the friction sound of his hasty braking sounded from the front of the city road.

He will rush into the fork road again soon; I'm afraid the time left for Yede is only a few seconds.

After he fell on the ground, he had no time to stand up again. He simply kicked on the ground and rolled out along the empty city road - when the injury on his back was squeezed and opened layer by layer, he even thought he would roll out like this.

When ye de rolled to a chair, the pursuers behind him also arrived. He stretched out his arm and hurriedly stopped the rolling, but it was too late to get up and avoid again - the pursuer grabbed him down, and the wind even hit his skin vaguely painful; However, he never expected that the other party's catch had failed.

Ye De, who almost collapsed under the severe injury, lay on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, waiting for the next attack; But after a few seconds, it was still quiet around.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was alone in the quiet and dark city road.

"How... How..." he hoarsely opened his mouth and shouted, "Lin San Jiu? Is that you?"

There was no response from the city road.

Most of his silver balls have been cut and worn out, and have been discarded. The remaining six balls are distributed in other places. They can't be taken back for a while. They can't send a message to ask Lin Sanjiu what's going on. All he knew was that when he ran to the chair with dirty pigtails, he couldn't go any further; At this time, he sat stunned in the empty city road, his mind clear and vague.

What ye de didn't know was that Lin Sanjiu was actually standing in another sub space a few steps away from him.

Dirty pigtails cling to the wall and hide away from her; The man who was still chasing Ye de just now, after being knocked to the ground by Lin Sanjiu, had firmly stuck his neck with consciousness - the other party's skill was a little dull, and he didn't give her much room to use it.

"Hey, it's really you," she ripped off the other party's robe and hat, and her eyes fell on the beard on that face, not surprised. "It seems that you got the news ahead of time and knew that you were exposed?"

It seems that uncle Hu, who is still completely an ordinary man, is pressed on the ground, breathing hard, struggling and coughing, and asks, "how, how to return..."

"What's strange to you?" Lin Sanjiu smiled in a homely tone on the breakfast table and said, "how did you expose it? Or did eight heads of de Mingming not step on the space objects you put, but you standing behind him jumped into this space?"

Beard couldn't answer, and Lin Sanjiu didn't have the intention to explain to him kindly.

"Don't worry, everyone is here," she said slowly. "You will naturally know the answer. How about calling Zhongqing?"