Chapter 231 The Dead Puppets Are All Dead

Sheila left countless bright red afterimages in the air, and was cut into two pieces by the Elf Girl Sword Yong in a flash. However, the real Sheila would appear in another place at the next moment, Sheila quickly approached the Elf Girl Sword Yong with strange steps.

"The body skills are good, but unfortunately I can't defeat me with just the body skills. And you need to fight quickly. Haven't you noticed that the undead mage is a bit too quiet?" The elf girl Jian Yong quickly set out the sword, his tone was full of ease, and he was not nervous because of Sheila's approach. Instead, the kind-hearted body shape Sheila pays attention to the movements of the undead mage.

Sheila's figure suddenly paused and was almost slashed by the sword energy of the elf female sword. Sheila realized that the real enemy was the mastermind behind the undead puppet. The undead puppet was indeed a bit abnormal at this time. Logically speaking, in this case where the fourth line was completely suppressed, if the undead puppet did not escape, he would have provided support, but he was still sitting upright on the throne and watching his undead puppets fall one by one with interest. Does the undead puppet have a backup plan?

Distracted, Sheila was full of loopholes. Not long after thinking, her waist hurt and a small hole appeared on her waist. She was half a beat slower and was slashed by the sword energy of the elf female sword.

"No matter what kind of enemy you face, you must focus. Once you are distracted, you will easily make mistakes. I just diverted your attention a little and you will have a loophole. If I hadn't been dead and my body was a little stiff, I had already cut off you just now." The elf girl Jian Yong looked at this child who became more and more courageous in the actual battle with a little disappointment.

Sheila suddenly stopped and glanced at Hanfeng. Thinking about these things, Hanfeng had discovered them for a long time. He didn't need to worry about it at all. The right way was to concentrate on solving the enemy in front of her. The blood-colored rose made a light sound again, and Sheila said seriously: "Huh, what you taught is that this remnant step is indeed the best way to train in actual combat. I'm going to start, please give me some advice."

In one step, Sheila took only one step and appeared beside the Elf Sword Yong, and the two swords crossed toward her neck. A trace of surprise appeared in the Elf Sword Yong's eyes. She lowered her waist, and Sheila's two swords were pressing against her nose. Although the Elf Sword Yong was dodging, her hand movements were not slow. She slashed out with another sword, and the green fighting spirit slashed towards Sheila's arms.

Sheila's arms were cut into two pieces without any surprise, and then turned into phantoms and floated in the void. Before the elf girl Jianyong could stand firm, a blood-colored rose pierced at her arched abdomen, but this time the straight prick seemed a little weak. The blood light flashing on the sword's body instinctively warned the elf girl Jianyong not to be hit, otherwise even the body of the undead would not be able to bear it.

"Blood-colored cross nail!" "Bang!" With a blast, the originally powerless blood-colored rose in the eyes of the elf sword Yong suddenly accelerated and nailed fiercely to his abdomen. At this time, it was too late to dodge left and right, and dodging down was definitely not as fast as the sword. The elf sword Yong had no choice but to block the long sword at his waist in front of his abdomen.

"Ding!" The sound of gold and iron clashed, and the speed of the blood-colored rose was slightly blocked. The elf female sword Yong took the opportunity to slide out from Sheila's sword like a loach.

Before he could run away, Sheila appeared in front of her again, and her two swords slashed at her neck again. This slash seemed to be a little inaccurate in grasping the timing. If the Elf Sword Yong set out the sword at this time, she would definitely be able to kill the other party first before Sheila at her speed. The Elf Sword Yong set out the sword according to her instinctively.

The two kept drawing their swords.

"Bang!" The heavy object fell to the ground, and the elf girl Jianyong's headless body fell down, and the sword was never pulled out.

"You lost." Xila looked at the head of the elf girl Jianyong and said expressionlessly. The flesh and blood were shining with a layer of blood and blood at the wound of the neck. The blood-colored light blocked the connection between the neck and the head. In a short period of time, the elf girl Jianyong could not recover.

He glanced at the iron sword that was penetrated by the blood-colored cross. The scabbard was frigid due to high temperature friction. In the end, everyone failed to pull out the sword at normal speed. The elf girl Jianyong smiled. "It's great to be able to accurately find out the enemy's weaknesses and make reasonable plans for the enemy's heart. Unfortunately, you are not from the Elf clan, otherwise I would definitely accept you as your disciple."

"I'm still very grateful for your guidance. Is there anything I can do for you?" Sheila asked, looking at the respectful mentor.

The elf girl Jian Yong pondered for a moment, and a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. "If you have the chance, bring my ashes back to the elf clan. I don't want to die in a foreign land, and there is not even a person to worship."

"Sure." Sheila nodded firmly, without saying anything, and this request was not excessive at all. She picked up the corpse and head of the elf girl Jianyong, and walked towards Talia in big strides.

"Thank you. My name is Nilu? Simian." The elf girl Jianyong closed her eyes and stopped talking.

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The wind blades in the sky were accompanied by countless flying knives, and rolled towards the cold wind with thunder. The wind blades and flying knives cut the cold wind into silk in a moment, and there were a few more ice crystals in the wind blades and flying knives in the sky.

"Puff!" Han Feng's figure appeared outside the hurricane, and the ice touch with red light was once again inserted into the hurricane. The figure of the undead puppet appeared again. Han Feng had been fooled once, and this time he didn't talk nonsense. He directly activated the mystery of Frost, and Frost slowly covered his body.

His eyes were full of fear and fear. "How is that possible! Aren't you being crushed? I don't want to die!"

"You have been dead for a long time, without freedom, without pursuit, and without friends, that's not called living. If you have the next life, I hope you can have a good life." There was no trace of emotion in Han Feng's eyes. If there was a trace of sympathy before, it would have disappeared completely now. People who can't figure out life and death have no meaning of existence.

The undead puppet saw endless indifference from the eyes of Han Feng. A flash of inspiration in his mind, and he shouted anxiously: "Don't kill me! I'll tell the undead mage the secret!"

"No need, I've seen through it. He is not a lich at all, but just a poor worm whose soul is tied into a scepter." Han Feng shook his head and turned his eyes to the undead mage with a smile froze on his face.

The ice gradually covered the entire undead puppet, and the expression on the undead puppet's face was still vivid. With a "ping-top", the ice crystals drifted out wantonly, and the undead puppet also disappeared. In the entire palace, there were only the undead mages on the throne.

Hearing Han Feng's words, the undead mage's expression that had been smiling suddenly became very angry, and his fingers shining with black light pointed at Han Feng. "What are you talking about! You are slandering a lich! I want you to die! One finger of death!"

Han Feng didn't expect the lich to suddenly attack. When he realized it, Death's finger was already in front of him.

"Ding!" A black sword suddenly crossed the cold wind's eyes, and Death passed the sword along the sword to the master of the sword. The black light was made, and the death effect was triggered, but no one fell down. Vimeshe took back the sword, and the powerful and powerful heartbeat rhythm was clearly heard. The people of the fire of the prairie had unknowingly solved their opponents, forming a siege, and surrounded the undead mage.

Han Feng looked at the hands of the undead mage like a dead tree without any tension. The instant magic is completely ineffective for Han Feng. Before Han Feng's bloodline could awaken, the chance of triggering the instant magic is very low. After the bloodline in hell awakens, he can already be immune to all instant magic.

"From your reaction, I know that it was said by me. I didn't expect that this scepter is really the legendary artifact - the Soul Scepter. The Soul Scepter is really a violent object when it falls into your hands." Han Feng looked at the scepter that was still stuck on the ground and emitted a faint light.

"Hmph!" The necromancer snorted coldly. The staff that was still stuck on the ground flew back to the hands of the necromancer. The necromancer waved his hand and a black mist surged out of the staff. The closest Vimesh was touched by the black fog, and the "puff" corrosion sounded from Vimesh. Unexpectedly, the black fog actually had a strong corrosion effect. Before everyone could retreat, a terrible magic spell came from the black fog.

"Holy light shines!" A light shot into the room through the ceiling of the palace and shone straight onto the black fog. It dispels the black fog with a holy light, revealing the necromancer who is casting the spell. The necromancer is sweating all over, and black smoke continues to emerge from his luxurious robe. The cold wind smiled slightly, and wanted Talia to cast spells to dispel the black fog, but unexpectedly, before he could make a sound, Talia had moved first. Sure enough, everyone was improving.

"Natural disaster of the undead! Hahaha! You are still one step late." The undead mage's originally flat face was even more distorted due to the holy light, but he seemed to be unaffected, laughing loudly.

The floor tiles under the feet of the undead mage were suddenly lifted off, and eight undead warriors wearing black armor tightly protected the undead mage in the center. The entire palace was trembling, and the floor made of diamond on the ground was constantly shaking, and countless double bone claws broke out from under the floor and grabbed the nearest living creature.

"Leave him!" Han Feng shook his two daggers and rushed towards the undead mage. In Han Feng's perception, countless undead spirits were constantly crawling out. While they were not surrounded by the undead, they should be eliminated as soon as possible.

"Bond Lock Shock!" Lilis shouted lightly, and the metal golem stride forward, and his fists flew out in an instant, knocking away the undead warrior blocking the undead mage, revealing the weak undead mage. There were two long chains connected between the two fists and arms of the metal golem. After flying the undead warrior with two fists, he flew around and tied the undead mage to death, took back the chain, and pulled the undead mage out.

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