"as you wish."
Ghost Spade's figure instantly disappeared from the spot,
Li Ang's vision blurred, and his retinas struggled to capture the sudden figure of Ghost Spade.
He reluctantly raised the strengthened three-edged spear and blocked the incoming machete. However, the force transmitted through the gun barrel was too great, causing his feet to sink deeply into the ground.
sand--
The ghost shovel deflected the blade and cut along the barrel of the triangular gun, cleanly cutting off Li Ang's four fingers holding the barrel of the gun.
"First Evolution"
Fingers flying in the air,
The next second, the ink contained in the finger bones spread out and connected to the broken surface of the finger.
Drag your fingers back to the break.
Moss repaired tendons, filled bones, and replaced nerves, as if nothing had happened.
"interesting."
Ghost Spade narrowed his eyes slightly, observed this scene, and asked: "Is this repairing the injury, or directly replacing your lost body parts?"
Li Ang did not answer, but once again transformed his armor into more than a dozen sickles, which tightened violently like a spider web and struck at the opponent from all directions.
Ghost Spade glanced at the rapidly shrinking sickle cage, threw his machete towards the gap in the sickle, then opened his palm, revealing the gap, and erupted a strong air current.
The strong air flow carried the machete and hit Li Ang's head.
Li Ang turned his head, narrowly avoiding the blade.
But Ghost Spade himself also avoided the sickle cage by relying on the pushback force of the air flow.
boom!
He stomped his foot into the ground, raised his right arm back, twisted his waist, and then punched out.
boom!
The closed sickle cage exploded and disintegrated instantly, and a large number of ink fragments flew messily in the air.
Li Ang retreated violently as if he had been hit by a train traveling at full speed. His feet drew a long distance in the cold stream, setting off two white waves.
The silk threads that fell to the ground spontaneously gathered towards the main body.
But the ghost shovel didn't give him a chance to repair it. His burly body ran over the stream, and his palm grabbed the half-broken sickle limb on Li Ang's armor, and smashed Li Ang into the river like a meteor hammer.
winter!
Li Ang's back hit the pebbles on the river bottom. Even with the ink as a buffer, the impact still made his blood surge and his throat felt sweet.
The scene in front of him was spinning. Li Ang knew that the ghost shovel was going to smash again, so he immediately let the silk armor disconnect the connection point with the sickle stump, and he flew into the air with the help of the spinning force.
Then he used his telekinesis to pull himself backwards and regain the distance between him and the ghost shovel.
Gudong.
He swallowed the blood that surged into his throat with difficulty and scanned his surroundings with his spiritual consciousness.
The internal organs, including the heart and intestines, were ruptured and the bones were broken. These injuries were enough to kill an ordinary person three or four times.
Moss!
As soon as Li Ang thought, the ink-colored threads in his spine immediately spread throughout his body, repairing the injury, replacing the damaged part, and suppressing the injury.
He slowly stood up from the ground and moved his shoulder joints.
"Has it recovered again?"
Ghost Spade looked at Li Ang who seemed to be uninjured, walked over slowly, and said to himself: "Your teacher in the academy must have taught you, right? Anything involving aliens has a price.
Let me guess, every time you use the alien ability to repair injuries, the degree of erosion of your body will increase by one point.
It doesn't give you your original body back.
If you get injured more, there will be more non-human parts in your body than human parts..."
stop!
An arrow shot out from the forest,
Ghost Spade's head suddenly tilted to the left, his right hand suddenly raised, and he caught the sharp arrow that was shot at his temple.
The sharp arrow is nearly an arm long and is made entirely of fine steel. The arrow cluster is triangular in shape and has fine jagged barbs. And the sawtooth surface exudes a blue metallic luster, obviously smeared with poison.
Such a finely crafted and heavy-handed Turkic-style arrow can only be used by Turkic warriors in the innate realm.
Ghost Spade looked in the direction from which the arrow had come - on the hillside a few hundred meters away, a girl named Garo stepped on the boulder.
She took out a fine steel arrow from her quiver, placed it on the bowstring of her long bow, tilted her head slightly, and pulled the bowstring to the full moon. The triangular arrow cluster pointed diagonally at the ghost shovel in the stream below.
stop!
With the bow string reverberating, the fine steel arrow shot out quickly, hitting the ghost spade between the eyebrows.
This arrow does not pursue concealment effect, and its power and rate of fire are also greater.
Ghost Spade did not block it, and turned his head slightly to avoid missing the arrow.
The fine steel arrow cluster penetrated into the rubble at the bottom of the river, and the arrow tail swayed endlessly.
"What are you doing standing there?!"
Garro took out the third arrow from his quiver and missed it. Regardless of the obvious blood marks on his palm, he shouted at Li Ang in the stream below: "Run!"
Ghost Spade tried to move forward, but the third arrow was already in front of him.
He could only stand there, open the crack in his palm, release the strong wind, and mess up the arrow's trajectory.
Li Ang took the opportunity to retrieve the fragments of ink silk scattered in the stream, turned the armor into the shape of wings, stepped on the ground, flew up, passed over the mountain col, and came to the top of Garo.
We haven't seen each other for several years. Garro's appearance has not changed much, and his height is still around Li Ang's chest.
"How did you come?"
Li Ang picked up Jia Luo and took her flying into the air, with a bit of shock in his tone.
"Someone dialed my Chichichong communication an hour ago and said you would appear here. Let me come and respond."
Jialuo continued to draw his bow and aim in Li Ang's arms, "That man also said some things that only you and I knew about the previous Qixi Festival.
I thought it was you who arranged it, so I rushed over. My subordinates are still on their way. "
"I didn't arrange it."
Li Ang frowned, an hour ago?
At that time, he was still in Tongluo City, and had not bumped into the Ghost Spade and the Monkey Man, and had not yet started to escape.
Is it possible that the person who dialed the Chi Chi Chong communication for Garo could predict in advance that Li Ang would escape in this direction?
"If you didn't arrange it, who could it be?"
Garro said as he shot the fourth arrow. But because he was in Li Ang's arms, the arrow missed its target and was shot ten steps away from the ghost shovel.
But this doesn't affect anything. The two sides have once again opened up a distance, and it will take a while to catch up.
"..."
Ghost Spade squinted his eyes, looking at Li Ang and Garo who were flying farther and farther and about to fly over the mountains, and opened his right hand.
As the crack in his palm opened, he dropped the poisonous arrow and inserted it vertically into the crack, but did not let the crack swallow it.
Instead, he raised his arm and aimed his palm in the direction Li Ang was leaving.
The rays of the setting sun passed through the gaps between the five fingers and reflected on Gui Spade's face.
He exhaled slowly, and the muscles in his right arm squirmed.
finally,
stop!
Swallowing Heaven and Earth moves in reverse direction, strong airflow shoots out from the crack, pushing the arrow in the palm and disappearing instantly.
Li Ang, who was flying, felt a chill on his shoulders, and his entire right arm was torn apart by sharp arrows. He flew in the air with his thumb raised, as if giving a thumbs up.
He reluctantly held Garo in his arms, and the two of them rolled down the hill and hit the rocks.
