Chapter 1185 "Baby, my dearest~"
Facts have proved that a person's combat effectiveness has nothing to do with his style. You see, doesn't Teacher Cang of the Three Blade Style also have to rely on the only "control" skill of counter-injury to deal output?
cough!
Even those villains like Li Cang are still blind when they come to fight this kind of weird game. Mao Dajin is a dog-kun bone girl and a sword girl who can maximize the output. Servants of fate with lethal skills all have the same behavior as their father: get hit first and then hit others.
It is unrealistic to let an army of scoundrels deal with such a large number of sicklemen. At least there is no possibility of large-scale and efficient sweeps. Flying units and long-range attack methods are almost becoming Li Cang's worry.
Let’s not mention anything else. If [Gene Storage Gland] could remove [Floating Force Field] and use it to arrange the two vacant skill slots of [缼輼] and [Water-footed Turtle Lice], it would save a lot of effort. , encounter that kind of main character again I hope that the units transformed from technological skyships will not be the same as the old surface-to-air Empire Stormtrooper-style bulk output. They are so embarrassed that they don’t even look at it. It is obviously not in line with Li Cang’s elegance of using everything to the best of his ability. temperament.
The floating force field and the flesh-and-blood manipulation skills that Li Cang longed for were even half a step away from being approved by the gene storage gland. It was just a thought to get them, and it was even more impossible to get them from Xiaobi Zaizi. Okay, then No matter what he does, he always pays attention to random card drawing and does not provide directional customization services, especially in the area of skills. When Li Cang got the Gray Knight and Xingqi out, he had the right time, place, people and krypton gold, and it took a lot of effort. .
"ε=(ο｀*))), poverty makes it difficult for people to move!"
Li Cang crushed the blade of a sickle, stepped on the sickle hand under his feet, and pulled it away. His slender waist made a sudden decision, blood splattered all over his face.
There are endless scythe hands gathering around the two of them every minute, but the area around one person is only a little bit big. The number of scythe hands that Li Cang and Li Laixi need to face is basically fixed. No matter the weather, sickle-hand They are like dogs and have no way of talking to hedgehogs. It makes people want to scream, "Master Si, stop scratching." Except for the occasional few who rush up to fight with them, in fact, most of them will choose to bypass them and go straight to them. Rush towards the top of the abyss of the dead.
Li Cang only served a few when he was impatient. He had no interest in these weak chickens and ugly insects that could be transformed into sickle-hands everywhere. He looked around for the abnormal sickle-hands. He couldn't take them away for the time being. Yes, but it would be very pleasing to have sex with a few more condoms.
"Do you want to go down there?" Li Leisi said, "The smell is so strong that I'm starting to get confused!"
"Down!"
Li Cang clenched his left fist, and the light of death flowing endlessly on the bracelet seemed to be particularly bright, as if some kind of glow pulse converged from Li Cang's body to his shoulder, through his arm, and bloomed at the edge of his fist——
One punch!
The endlessly rotating three characters "Xiu Wen" instantly expanded millions of times, like a magnificent star ring, dispelling the miasma and lighting up the entire abyss of the dead!
The thousands of scythe hands in front of Li Cang were burned like burning wind by this punch, and their flesh and blood disappeared into scarlet blood mist. The dark blue skeleton still maintained the form of roaring, running or attacking, but it didn't care about the naked eye. The visible speed loses its luster and becomes pale and decayed.
Scarlet blood mist, pale calcium energy mixed with deep black roared around Li Cang, like the coming ceremony of some evil existence.
Li Laixi: "emmmm"
Damn it, this guy has been pissed for a day or two anyway, and the manly style he chose will be wrong no matter how wrong he is. Does Timi still want to summon his big tombstone directly to the abyss of the dead? ?
The three-color storm swirled wildly around Li Cang's death bracelet. Even the sickle hands that were not injured and bleeding for dozens of kilometers were being forcibly deprived of parts by this inexplicable force that did not belong to Li Cang. Life energy and calcium energy. I can only say that it is indeed Li Cang’s equipment. The style and temperament really fit perfectly!
The storm of black, white and red colors is also pouring back into Li Cang, but in a less gentle and less beautiful way - as long as it is life energy and calcium energy, it always goes through Li Cang's eyes, maybe because the eyes are the soul windows?
Li Cang's eyes quickly turned an extremely ferocious scarlet color, like flames puffing out.
Seeing this, Li Leisi silently retreated a hundred meters, but she still felt that it was not enough. She moved a few more positions before she felt a little more at ease.
She was all too familiar with the prelude to a big blood explosion and the need for a beating. Even a demi-human physique couldn't withstand that kind of vitality. Even Yangshou, who was in the dark, was violently expropriated and over-limit bombed. She was hit by a big blood explosion. Li Leisi would have to suffer for at least three to five days.
At present, it seems that only Lao Wang can ignore the pain that seems to be engraved in his bones. He is probably used to it. After all, people who mix letters these days have some strange talents.
boom!
Outside the scarlet storm of massive bloody explosions, there is a three-color death sentence that surges, rotates and expands like a star ring, seeming to protect and suppress.
The bug of the Great Blood Explosion lies in the extreme deprivation of life force. Every trace of flesh and blood of the alienated bloodline creatures within its range will become the fuel of the Great Blood Explosion, making its power more and more powerful. Counting, and the largest proportion of them is the fragile sickle hand with almost zero resistance. You can imagine how cruel it is.
Looking from the ridges around the Abyss of the Dead, the miasma of the entire Abyss of the Dead has been completely dispelled. The scarlet evil aura seems to be swallowing up the sky and the earth. Everyone, regardless of strength, is in the face of the bloody explosion and the endless rotation of the three-color death knot. , will feel a kind of fragility like a candle in the wind, and an instinctive disgust originating from life and the soul.
After the blood explosion expanded to the extreme, it was suddenly suppressed under the constraints of the three-color death text. The power was completely concentrated in Li Cang's hands without even blooming. Li Cang finally felt a familiar feeling that was no longer familiar. The smell of food is calling him, with his left hand saying: "Come!!!"
In Li Cang's hand, in the fist-sized vortex of red and black, a touch of white bloomed. The big wand grew slowly and hard but unswervingly, segment by segment, and finally condensed into a friendly sickle-shaped entity.
“Whew~”
Li Cang whistled happily. If Dalei Zi hadn't been there, he would have liked to sing "My Dearest" to the big wand on the spot, but——
"Hey, Master Li, what do you do for a living? I've never seen you so happy even when I came here with your girlfriend! Pay attention to your face! At least manage your facial expressions a little bit!!"
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Li Cang coughed in embarrassment and didn't dare to pick on her. She doesn't care when this bitch gets angry. If she can't die anyway, then she will risk her life!
(End of chapter)