"Two losers, with so many rare treasures and abilities, but no real killer move that can determine life or death in an instant!"
Li Ao gritted his teeth, feeling happy about surviving the disaster, but at the same time he couldn't help but sigh.
The one-hit-kill winner seems to be very important.
The shadow puppet Wang Qicai controls the monsters with silk threads, strangulates them with strange powers, fuses ghosts and shadows, and skins people alive. It looks cruel and terrifying, but in fact it can only kill ordinary people and can only scare ordinary people.
After all, this great protector of the demon sect is still limited by his background and regards this method as a treasure.
But these thoughts only passed by for a moment, and he immediately returned his attention to Hu Meier.
Hu Mei'er also didn't expect that Li Fan, who looked young, handsome, and a romantic young man, was actually a ruthless man who could bear to skin people alive. After breaking free, he smashed Wang Qicai's head with one punch.
Seeing Li Fan looking at her, she stepped back in panic.
Li Fan looked at the fragrant cloud in front of her and felt wary.
That was not the enchanting smoke from before, but something else.
"Derivatives (Mirage Smoke)"
"The smoke produced by the mirage dragon can transform all things and confuse the human eye."
In an instant, Hu Meier's figure differentiated, from one to more than ten.
Li Chuan jumped forward, slashed several people around him with his sword, and suddenly pointed to the other side.
"The Stranger (Hu Meier)"
He had clearly seen the movements of Hu Meier's real body with his true-seeing eyes. After pretending not to know, he struck directly at her with the next knife.
"ah!"
Hu Meier exclaimed and hurriedly avoided it.
Li Fan knew that she might have a way to escape with the help of Evil King Hui, so he attacked fiercely and locked the opponent tightly with his true-seeing eyes to monitor any trace of strange power flow.
However, just when he was about to kill the great protector of the demon sect in one fell swoop, a strong feeling of anxiety suddenly came from the air, like steam steaming from a large furnace, and the dry and hot air rushed over, stimulating a new life. My skin is itchy and painful.
Li Chuan was burned by the heat and stopped involuntarily.
The heat came and went as quickly as it came. A void portal like a realm door opened in front of him, and a figure in black emerged and walked out.
"The Stranger (Zhang Ping)"
"'Mourning Man' Zhang Ping! Another great protector of the Demon Sect?"
Li Fan was secretly shocked.
This person should have come from the realm where the ruins are located. There is probably a strange realm there, related to the Baihua Tower that was destroyed by lantern fire in the past.
There are also intrigues among these great guardians of the demon sect. In addition, they want to protect their own secrets and avoid being surrounded and suppressed by the court for various reasons. Normally they would not act together like this. Now three of them have gathered here at once, and even There might be other people there, which made Li Ao feel somewhat inexplicably surprised.
Could it be that there is something in the fire scene ruins that interests them?
"You finally arrived, this man killed Wang Qicai!"
Hu Meier looked anxious and said to the visitor.
"This useless thing died like this!"
Zhang Ping glanced at Wang Qicai's body not far away, said disdainfully, and then turned to look at Li Wei.
"Boy, you are the one who brought people here to thwart our plan. It's unlucky for you to run in headfirst. I'll take care of you first."
Li Fan said: "It's not certain who will deal with who."
"Wait a minute and you won't be able to be so tough!"
Zhang Ping said coldly.
Li Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense and rushed forward, taking advantage of the situation to chop.
The Tang Hengdao, a rare treasure weapon, is in hand, which extends the attack distance in disguise and can damage enemies and injure people several feet away.
The identity of the person from the Demon Cult who suddenly appeared in front of him was unknown, but just looking at his momentum and demeanor, he was far from comparable to the previous Wang Qicai and Hu Meier.
He decided to test first.
Sure enough, when the blade was about to hit Zhang Ping, a black stick appeared out of thin air and held him up.
Li Ao is no stranger to this thing, or in other words, most people have seen it more or less.
But it’s not something that often appears in daily life, only at funerals.
It is a mourning stick, a ceremonial item held by filial sons and grandsons when the deceased is mourning.
On the wooden stick cut from the branches, paper flowers were wrapped around it, and the white strips were like catkins. The cold air vaguely flowed out from it, with a slightly frightening meaning. Just an ordinary blow caused Li Fan to feel uncomfortable. Little pressure.
This is a master!
Li Fan withdrew the knife, turned around, and attacked his opponent again.
Xiao Qingyi also patted her right arm with an icy chill.
Two fists are no match for four hands, and he has an extra arm. Although he has to be distracted and multi-purpose, he can still take advantage in close combat.
However, what was unexpected was that a man in white suddenly appeared next to Zhang Ping.
With one knife and one arm, the attacks fell on the original black-clothed body at the same time, but nothing came out.
It seemed to be just an empty shell formed from a phantom!
"The Stranger (Zhang Ping)"
Li Fan looked at the enemy in white and stabbed him again without hesitation.
The result was unexpected and still failed!
The man in white also held a mourning stick in his hand and struck it hard.
Xiao Qingyi raised her right arm and stopped it with a clang.
Are the sticks real and the people fake?
But it doesn't make sense. My two attacks just now failed!
Li Fan thought quickly in his mind.
Zhang Ping did not give him much opportunity to analyze calmly. The two figures, one on the left and one on the right, clasped their palms together like conjoined twins. They held a mourning stick in each hand and knocked it down.
Li Fan continued to observe while parrying, and found that when the name of Zhang Ping appeared on the head of the man in black, there was no name on the head of the man in white, and when the name appeared on the head of the man in white, there was no name on the head of the man in black!
What exactly this phenomenon means, Li Fan has not been able to understand for a while, but there may be only one true body at the same time.
In the midst of speculation, Zhang Ping's offensive, one black and one white, became more and more terrifying. The black and white intertwined light seemed to contain some special power. Every time he struck it, a chill was transmitted through the stick, shaking the stick. Li Chuan's arms felt numb, and all the energy, blood and strange power in his body seemed to be mobilized, and he felt like he was about to vomit.
"This person's strength is too strong, or his weapons are too special. Almost every attack is a concentrated attack with strange power!
If this continues, I will be shocked to death even if I don’t get hit! "
Li Fan gritted his teeth and held on for a while, and then he confirmed that the strength of this enemy was really extraordinary. In addition, he had been fighting with the shadow puppet for a while, and his condition was a bit bad and difficult to resist.
Hu Meier, who was beside her, was not idle either and started blowing smoke.
Her strength is obviously much weaker, but she can still be regarded as a third-rate master among strangers, not a bastard.
If this doesn't work, I will be surrounded to death!
Li Ao decisively used his trump card that he had never used before.
"Exotic treasure (Xiao Zhengde's left arm) (dark gold demonic body)"!
