Just when the last person stepped into this space, the altar in front suddenly lit up with a dark red light, and an evil shadow holding a sickle emerged from it.
It wore a dark red cloak and hid its face under the hood. The exposed limbs seemed to have been burned. The flesh was uneven and covered with tumors, making it very ferocious. The sickle in its hand had a crescent-like arc, and the tip of the blade was very ferocious. It shone with a cold light, making people shiver when they saw it.
This phantom slowly floated into the air, and its body slowly curled up into a ball. Below it, hundreds more phantoms suddenly appeared, most of them were gray wolves, and a few were in human form.
This is!
Wei Feng's pupils suddenly expanded, and he counted the number of these phantoms in an instant. There were 313 gray wolves and 26 humanoids, which were exactly the number of those killed in the previous battle.
These phantoms also slowly floated towards the Sickle Man, and their speed gradually increased. The closer they got to the Sickle Man, the faster they got. Finally, when they floated near the Sickle Man, they were instantly sucked into the body by it.
As the shadows were sucked in one after another, the aura of the sickle man became stronger and stronger, and dark red blood gradually filled the body and flickered.
This process was extremely fast. In full view of everyone, the sickle man absorbed all the shadows, and the bloody light on his body gradually converged inward.
Uh-huh!
At the moment when all the blood light was converged into the body, the crouched body of the sickle man suddenly stretched out and opened into a "big" character in mid-air. His body also turned from empty to solid, and every exposed sarcoma contained an explosion. The power of sex.
On the dark face that had been hidden under the hood, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened. There was no difference between the pupils and the whites of the eyes. They were shining with a blood-red and strange light, and the light seemed to penetrate everyone.
Staring into these eyes, one can only see mania, bloodthirst and madness, and no sense at all.
"Roar!"
The sickle man let out a strange roar. The moment the roar came out, his body once again flashed with blood. At the same time, his ferocious body began to sprint toward the crowd. Every step he took on the ground contained manic power and made a loud rumble. , shocking people.
After it roared, the crowd fell silent. Everyone seemed to have seen a natural enemy. They gathered together in fear, not daring to speak or take action. Facing the scythe man's violent charge, they were so frightened that they even lost the ability to escape. Instinctively, he just stayed in place and shivered.
Wei Feng was also affected to a certain extent after hearing the roar. His hand that originally wanted to take the long bow trembled a little, but stopped moving, appearing a little hesitant.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down the inexplicable fear in his heart. He stopped the trembling of his arms, firmly held the novice longbow, pulled out an arrow and put it on the bowstring. He calmed down and used his concentration when aiming to dispel it. The last bit of emotion.
However, there was another person who was faster than him. Liu Cun drew his sword and faced him almost immediately, seemingly not being affected by the roar at all.
His long sword was surrounded by green light, and it stabbed the sickle man head-on with a sharp edge.
The sickle man roared again, seemingly angry that someone dared to attack him. He held the long handle of the sickle in both hands and swung it with a powerful sweep, intending to cut Liu Cun in half.
Liu Cun was not afraid at all. The long sword circled on the long handle of the sickle. Following the movement of the sword, Liu Cun leaped into the air and turned around in mid-air. He used a somersault to avoid a head-on collision. At the same time, the sword blade cut into the sickle man. With his arm, he cut away the blood-red light surrounding his body and cut a long gash in his arm.
However, there was no blood spilled from the wound, and only blood-red light surged and flickered inside the incision.
The scythe man who received this blow did not stop because of the pain, but turned around on the spot. I don't know where the power came from. The scythe rotated back at a faster speed than before, and the blade directly slashed towards the man who had just landed and had not completely turned around. Liu Cun.
At the critical moment, Liu Cun forcibly turned around and blocked the long sword in front of him, blocking the way the sickle blade must pass.
The sound of gold and iron clashing was heard, and the long sword successfully withstood the scythe's horizontal slash. However, the huge force coming from the blade made Liu Cun unable to bear it, and he was directly knocked away.
He tried hard to adjust his body shape in mid-air to maintain balance. However, the sickle man did not pause at all after a turn, and strode forward to pursue him.
"簌~"
A scream came from far away, it was the arrow shot by Wei Feng who had just adjusted it, to support him at this critical moment.
The feathered arrow whizzed into the back of the sickle man's head. The tip of the arrow seemed to contain inexplicable energy. It directly broke through the blood and light lingering on the sickle man's body, penetrated into its head, and shot it directly to the ground, interrupting it. The footsteps of pursuit.
One arrow is the only active skill Wei Feng currently has - [Penetrating Shot].
Liu Cun took this opportunity to adjust his body shape and landed smoothly, while calming the trembling of the hand holding the sword.
There was a trace of doubt lingering in his eyes. Judging from the energy, the sickle man was not very strong, but in this head-to-head confrontation, he discovered that the sickle man's strength was a bit exaggerated, and he was not an enemy of Yihe at all.
Moreover, after being shot into the back of the head by an arrow, he did not die. However, the blood-red light on his body was dimmed a bit with the naked eye. Now the sickle man got up again and rushed towards Wei Feng.
The next moment, the trace of doubt in Liu Cun's eyes was replaced by a strong fighting spirit. He moved forward with his sword and caught up with the sickle man in a few flashes. With unparalleled momentum, the long sword crashed into the sickle man. Afterthought.
The bloody light on the sickle's body was only blocked for a moment before it was broken open by the long sword, and a three-foot green sharp edge penetrated from behind and came out through the body.
Then Liu Cun didn't hesitate, drew his sword and retreated, narrowly avoiding the sickle man's rapid spin.
Before, Wei Feng was not dead even if he shot an arrow into the head. He naturally did not think that this sword could kill the opponent, so he retreated with one blow. At the same time, he also discovered a strange move of the Scythe Man, which did not require any charge. With enough force, he can perform a roundabout slash on the spot, and the speed is extremely fast.
but!
Liu Cun just took a big step back and then stepped forward again, because he also discovered that the Scythe Man's body would stiffen for a moment after a spinning slash. Although he didn't know why, he only understood this as the price of the move, but it did not affect him. He seized the opportunity to attack.
His stature was slightly shorter than that of the sickle man. At this moment, he raised his long sword close to him. The sword quickly penetrated into the sickle man's neck, and then cut out without any hesitation. He just cut a wound without any attempt. Cut off the sickle man's head directly.
Then he stepped on the Scythe Man's knees and jumped up, avoiding the subconscious swing of the Scythe Man after the stiffness ended.
When he jumped to the top of the sickle man's head, he tapped the sword lightly, but the blade mercilessly penetrated the sickle man's Tianling. At the same time, he kicked the sickle man's neck forcefully. Liu Cun also used the reaction force of the kick to pull away from the sickle man. distance.
After receiving several consecutive blows, the bloody light on the sickle's body had dimmed a bit, but its actions were still as violent as ever. It was extremely annoyed by Liu Cun's successive blows. Its evil eyes stared at him, and the light on the body suddenly shrank.
"Roar~"
It roared again, and the roar carried that frightening power, accompanied by sound waves that struck Liu Cun's ears, who was close at hand.
No, Wei Feng secretly thought that was bad, and at the same time loosened the bowstring in his hand. The penetrating shot had a three-second cooldown. In order to cause effective damage without attracting too much hatred from the Scythe Man, he originally planned to wait until the cooldown was over before going to support Liu Cun.
But now that Liu Cun was attacked by the Scythe Man's roar at such a close distance, he was afraid that something big was going to happen, so he could only provide remote support to him immediately.
He was a little worried in his heart, fearing that this ordinary arrow would not be able to cause effective damage to the Sickle Man and prevent it from attacking Liu Cun.
