The wind blows. The endless rice ridges, against the backdrop of the red light, rolling blood waves.

Xia Wushuang stood in the strange rice fields and looked around. The rustling rice ridges were silent as if dead, and there were traces of danger everywhere.

"Du Ziteng?!" The others woke up from the dizziness that lasted for several seconds. Looking at Du Ziteng, who had only two legs left, his face was not good-looking.

"Where is Chi Buxiao? I seemed to hear his voice just now." Li Xiaoyang shook his head, his heart full of anger.

Everyone said not to hold strange things in their hands. Why did Du Ziteng insist on forcibly committing suicide? I really don’t know how he lived from the early days of the end of the world to today.

"Diet, there are many monsters in the rice ridge." Xia Wushuang returned the sword to the sheath, glancing at the eroded flesh and blood beside him, and didn't know what to say.

It was not good to go out, and in just one or two hours, two generals had been continuously damaged.

"Old Ma! Your legs?!" Wang Wenchuan was the farthest from the center of the explosion, and was closest to Ma Chengqiu. When he got up and wanted to help Ma Chengqiu, he found that the fat man was sitting quietly on the black land, wearing a white strap, carefully wrapping his completely blown-off left leg.

During the entire bandage process, this resolute and courageous fat man did not feel any pain. Even if the pain reached the extreme, he just frowned slightly and then endured it.

"This round of dark explosions just happened to restrain my undead power. If I hadn't been smart enough to transfer all the damage to my legs, I might have died." Ma Chengqiu narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Curiosity kills people. I don't know how many dangers there are along the way. I'm sorry to everyone, I might have to retreat first."

"Even if you want to follow us, your legs won't work." Li Xiaoyang nodded in understanding. "Do you need Changfei to send you back? After all, you have lost one leg, and I'm afraid there will be problems on the road."

"Don't worry, I can't die. If Brother Changfei sends me back, you will only have four people left." Ma Chengqiu waved his hand. There were no decent monsters along the way, and he thought he could still return to the camp safely.

"Then be careful all the way!" Li Xiaoyang nodded without force.

After all, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Ma Chengqiu is lame, he is still a necromancer at the Dawn level. In the early stage of the apocalypse where black iron creatures are everywhere and silver creatures are soy sauce, as long as you don’t encounter high-level bronze creatures, it should be a big problem to simply protect yourself.

"Take this, the light goes out if you die, and you will die."

Wang Wenchuan handed the blood-stained Kong Ming Staff (1650) on Chi Buxiao's body to Ma Chengqiu. This thing can increase the magician's mental power and casting speed, and is the most valuable equipment among the spiritual equipment of Du Ziteng and Chi Buxiao.

"Thank you, the green mountains will not change, the green water will flow, you should be careful, see you in the camp!" Ma Chengqiu knew that this was a compensation for his disability, so he did not postpone it. He took the long, empty stick and used it as a turn and walked back in the direction he came.

"What are you going to do now? Burn this rice ridge?" The lone wolf looked fierce and wanted to eradicate all the creatures in the other world in the rice ridge.

It's no wonder that judging from the terrifying situation at that time, if Xia Wushuang had not seen the opportunity and reacted fiercely, he would have pulled him away with a strong reaction; then even if he inherited the blood of the Berserkers and had good resistance to dark magic, he would have been blown to a first-level disability.

"What happened to Ma Chengqiu!" Yan Changfei was dull and watched Ma Chengqiu leave, so when the fat figure suddenly faded and disappeared into the rice ridge, he immediately realized it.

"Oh!" Everyone looked shaking, and they didn't even have time to swear. They all quickly supported the past with a serious look on their faces.

"Oh, this stick is short and not good at all..." In the rice ridge, the fat man climbed up with a remorse. Looking at the people coming over from a distance, he was stunned, and then he laughed happily and scolded: "Fuck, what do you do? I think I'm dead?"

Li Xiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to say something about this fat man, he suddenly heard Xia Wushuang's high decibel cry behind him.

"Fatty, flash! Be careful of what's behind you!"

Everyone looked shocked, and then they saw that behind Ma Chengqiu, there was a human-shaped black shadow hidden!

The shadow exuded a trembling aura. It touched the fat man's body with one hand and raised the black sickle for harvesting straw with the other. Without any extra moves, it was about to cut Ma Chengqiu's neck.

fear!

The fat man is not afraid of death. Anyone who is afraid of death will not rush into the dawn stairs first. However, facing the unknown creature behind him, Ma Chengqiu actually found that he was also afraid. Not only was his body trembling uncontrollably, but his soul trembled with it!

"This must be a magical realm. You can try your luck and use decomposition to break its fear barrier." In the midst of the chaotic mood, the fat man still tried to mobilize the magic of death in his soul.

Seize all possible opportunities, fat man will never learn to wait for death, he will fight for his whole life!

"Fear me!"

It was like a magic sound that filled his brain. Ma Chengqiu heard a hoarse and strange sound coming from his ears. Then his five senses and consciousness all left him. His whole body was like a walking corpse, softly tied tightly by a bundle of gray straw.

Boom! A blue flame suddenly fell from the sky. Ma Chengqiu and the human-shaped shadow were in the sea of ​​fire, burning wildly.

"Xia Wushuang! What are you doing?" Li Xiaoyang, the captain who was rushing to rescue, suddenly turned his head and scolded angrily.

"There's no help." Xia Wushuang explained much. The elemental bloodline switched to the wind of shattering body, and the super high movement speed instantly passed everyone. He was about to sweep into the fire scene, and he was facing the shadow of burning flames all over his body.

Scarecrow?! Xia Wushuang's brows suddenly frowned. He never expected that the thing that was stirring up the wind and waves in the rice ridges was such an alien creature.

But this scarecrow was dark silver. It burned wildly in the blazing sky fire, but the dark silver straw that was tightly tied all over did not melt in the flames at all. Instead, the scarecrow's hideous pumpkin head not only shone with a light yellow soul light, but also kept making strange laughs, as if mocking the overestimation of human awakened people.

High-level silver bio?! Xia Wushuang was shocked and subconsciously took a step back.

Ma Chengqiu's body had turned into ashes in the sky fire, and the spiritual equipment of Kongming Staff and other parts fell to the ground, releasing a slightly confusing blue light.

The strong wind continued to roll up, and the black clouds in the sky seemed to suddenly aggravate under the pressure of silver creatures. Now, even the blood light was gone, and the entire rice ridge was shrouded in a shocking black.

"Be careful, everyone!"

In the black rice ridge, more than a dozen strange scarecrow shadows slowly flashed towards everyone.

These human-shaped black shadows flashed and paused. When Li Xiaoyang and others stared at them, they stood still, like dead objects. Once they relaxed, they would flash and move towards the awakened person and press forward.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared by this strange scene. But Li Xiaoyang and others did not. They were professional loners. When facing various strange events, their ability to withstand pressure far exceeded that of ordinary awakened people.

Xia Wushuang no longer cared about Li Xiaoyang and the other four. He crossed the blade of the scattered flower in his hand, and he stepped on the butterfly-like dance steps, resolutely approached the side of the Dark Silver Straw, and suddenly slashed towards its neck with the power of wind and fire.

fear!

Xia Wushuang was stunned for a moment! His body actually slowed down uncontrollably when the pumpkin head soul fire was burning.

Huh! The black short sickle waved down in the dark silver scarecrow's suddenly stretched out arm, and with the sound of death, it split straight towards Xia Wushuang's wide left eye.
Chapter completed!