"Boom!" Two small magic bullets, one left and one right, suddenly shot out from Xia Wushuang's eyes, and hit the scarecrow's pumpkin head with a straight ultra-short distance.

The scarecrow's light body was directly blown out by the shock wave generated by the explosion of the magic bomb, dragging out a blue wall of flames along the way. Under the wind-assisted fire, the scarecrow's head was like a pumpkin lantern poured with oil, igniting a new round of raging ice flames.

"I thought I was still the rookie in the past?!" Xia Wushuang smiled coldly, her eyes twitched a few times, and then she returned to normal again.

"Stop being cool, hurry up and cut the power of death." After receiving Xia Wushuang's 1,000 units of energy dust crystal, No. 7's sluggish state began to improve. However, the tone of this guy's speech was still the same as he was about to die, which often made Xia Wushuang have the urge to cut him to death with one sword.

"It is said that human bodies have no limits. Now it seems that this is true. Your eyes have only experienced several magic shocks and have begun to adapt slowly now. It's amazing. However, if you used the power of death just now, then this tricky guy must have lost half of his life."

The defeated scarecrow stood up safely again. There was still a cold flame on its head; but its actions seemed to be unaffected.

"This kind of thing that requires a body can only be regarded as a semi-soul creature. Their typical feature is that the soul drives the body. Therefore, it is useless to just hit their bodies. Unless you have the strength to absolutely crush their entire body and can smash their entire body with one blow, it is better to start from the soul."

Xia Wushuang nodded and switched the elemental bloodline to the state of the power of the god of death that was not very obedient. Then, his entire face changed greatly.

Xia Wushuang, who switched to the state of death, was not only shrouded in a terrifying and desperate spirit, but also a trembling field similar to the scarecrow appeared under her feet. Moreover, this field seemed to have the effect of life withering, constantly causing the surrounding weeds and rice ridges to wilt and die.

This is obviously a very powerful attribute, why can't I control it as much as I want?

"Because knowledge, life and death are a very serious magical knowledge. If you do not have enough profound cognition, they will always be the spear in your hand, not the shield that protects you, and not the part of your life."

No. 7 answered the question in Xia Wushuang's mind, making him gradually realize that the power of death may become a knowledge that he will never break through in his life.

"Kill!" The angrily shouted in Xia Wushuang's ears, and he guessed that Li Xiaoyang and others could no longer stand the dilemma of being watched by more than a dozen bronze-level soul scarecrows, and launched the first round of fierce attacks.

However, these strange creatures each had incredible power. When Li Xiaoyang and the others rushed forward, the things that were staying in place pretending to see the scenery immediately came to life, raised their sickles in their hands and counterattacked at them.

"Swish!" Wang Wenchuan opened the orange-red flame blade and slashed at the scarecrow's arm with one knife. The boneless grass hand was instantly cut into two pieces by his sharp big knife, revealing a large section of the broken straw.

"Elemental and physical attacks have little damage to them. You defend first. When I get this silver straw, I'll help you!"

However, it was too late for Xia Wushuang to shout. The straw that was cut by Wang Wenchuan suddenly grew a large area of ​​bronze rice poles on the cross section of his arm, just like the tentacles of countless small octopuses, covering Wang Wenchuan's entire body, binding him, and hanging upside down.

"I'll save you!" With an angry shout, the lone wolf suddenly jumped up, and slashed downward, directly slashing a straw man who had been entangled with him in half. Even the soul dust crystal hidden deep in the skull was slashed into a bronze soul fire by the axe.

"Desperate Kill: After the normal attack hits the enemy three times in a row, it can issue a desperate slash. If the enemy is higher than the user's level, it will bear a serious tear damage. If the enemy is lower than the user's level, it will be directly killed by the heavy axe and disappear with its soul."

With such suppressive skills, the Lone Wolf can be said to be a natural monster terminator. Any creature with a lower level than him will be directly erased as long as he gets four axes.

However, the three normal attack marks required for this skill were too time-consuming. After killing a grass man, another grass man surrounded the lone wolf. He also took advantage of his eagerness to save people and made a mistake in positioning. He used a black sickle to squirt a long blood groove on his back.

He also wiped the poison! The whole face of the lone wolf became darker, but he still ignored the scarecrow's pursuit and walked firmly towards Wang Wenchuan's tied up while filling the potion of life.

"Don't worry about me, kill these things first!"

Before he finished speaking, a black sickle hooked into Wang Wenchuan's waist and abdomen. His eyes were about to break, and his intestines were dragged out by the black sickle. The cruel and severe pain almost made him faint.

However, this is just the beginning of torture.

The rice stalk that bound the body suddenly withered after the duration of the skill. But Wang Wenchuan was not relieved. He was like a toy and was hung up by another straw man.

"Gugu!" In the chaotic battlefield, the black crows let out a strange scream of excitement because they smelled the breath of death.

The straw man who had been cut off by Wang Wenchuan suddenly walked to him, opened his strange mouth, and spit out a large amount of grass threads from his mouth.

"Gulu~~~~~" Wang Wenchuan couldn't even scream. The grass lines that spurted out from the grass man's mouth were like deadly poisonous snakes, drilling into his body from his eyes and mouth, and then constantly evacuated his flesh and brain until he died completely.

The scarecrow's arms were restored, and even the bronze color on his body became dark green. However, Wang Wenchuan was sucked into a human skin, and even his bones were shattered.

"Is this the rhythm of the group destruction?!"

Xia Wushuang opened his eyes wide, and the blade of scattered flowers in his hand kept slashing at the silver grass man's body. The magic bullets were more like they were not damaging their magic power, pouring wildly towards it. But every time these attacks were blocked by the grass man with the extreme black sickle, and could not cause a wave of fatal damage.

After all, it is a silver creature with a realm that exceeds Xia Wushuang's entire level. Even if the grass man is restrained by the power of the God of Death, he will not be killed in one wave.

Weakness! At this time, Xia Wushuang's attack power was enough. Now, as long as he found a weakness of the grass man, he could complete a beautiful cut by himself.

But where will this weakness be? Xia Wushuang was anxious while fighting and observing.

Yan Changfei was a somewhat dull man. After tearing a bronze grass man apart, he didn't say a word. He was chopped into a bloody man in a dance of four or five sickles and fell silently.

Li Xiaoyang frequently switched to the wind magic. The invincible Destruction Wind Sword, which had been invincible in the past, only teared up less than three grass men, and he began to show signs of successive weakness. In the end, he had to rely on the Blue Bottle to repair the demons before he could continue to fight.

However, even if the blue bottle can be purchased in the Super God Store, the dust crystal will always be used up. When the last moment is approaching, Li Xiaoyang suddenly used a magic wind wall to block all the death sickles outside the wall.

Then, a white card appeared in his hand. Under his magical gaze, a gray rune that looked like a wind blade slowly appeared on the card.

"I can't wait anymore, you can live on your own. There is no reason for the waste to survive in such an end of the world."

The wind wall disappeared, and the grass man rushed to Li Xiaoyang. But he just smiled calmly, and then detonated his soul and spiritual clothing together.

Boom! Thousands of wind swords swept out, and the power of Li Xiaoyang's self-destruction with his spiritual equipment was far beyond the reach of a twisted sapling. Xia Wushuang saw with his own eyes that the lone wolf, who had started a brutal war, was directly stormed into blood mist by the storm, and the blood-stained human bones, together with the straw men wandering in the rice ridge, were torn into pieces by the hurricane.

The elite among human awakened people died quietly in this place where no one could see it. The only thing Xia Wushuang could do was to seize the opportunity that Li Xiaoyang created for him with his life, relying on his strong elemental resistance to face difficulties in the hurricane and kill the silver creature that was constantly swaying in the storm.

One sword, two swords, three swords! The silver grass man was unable to gain a foothold in the terrifying storm. He could only be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and was injured by Xia Wushuang's soul with one sword after another, and was finally taken away by a cross slash full of death.

Looking around, the bustling ridges of a hundred meters in an area of ​​100 meters have turned into a plain under the baptism of this storm. However, those loners who were still proud of the clouds a few hours ago have no trace.

"Oh!" Xia Wushuang was naked and blood-stained on the ground, looking at the dark clouds.

Sure enough, the death of too many people in front of you will not only make people feel numb, but also make people feel tired, even if that person may be a lunatic.

"My master, okay? No one is watching it. If you really have that heart, you should go straight into a state of rampage like you are facing a silver gargoyle; instead of holding the blade of Sanhua and calmly confronting the grass man there." Suddenly, in Xia Wushuang's ears, a slight heart-killing statement from No. 7 was heard.

"I said No. 7, can you not look at my dark history?! It's like I was deliberately watching them die. I also want to enter a state of rampage, but I just can't get in. What can I do?" At this point, Xia Wushuang simply wanted to tear No. 7's mouth apart.

"Hahahaha!" No. 7's face was full of laughter. "After all, the relationship is not deep enough, right?! If it were your capable sister... I wouldn't have the heart to imagine it. Anyway, that silver grass man would definitely die under your sword within a minute, right?"

“…”

I thought for a long time.

"Can you not harm me for a day?" Xia Wushuang actually made a shameless confession!

No.7 spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and sighed: "This really can't be done, because I will feel uncomfortable all over if I don't harm you for a day."

"..." Xia Wushuang narrowed her eyes and looked at No. 7 for a long time. Even though there were thousands of words in her heart, it all formed a sentence at this moment.

"Why don't you die?!"
Chapter completed!