A wave of pressure came crashing down like a tsunami.
Chamofin could not help but clench his fists. His joints cracked, and his nails pierced into his palms. Blood flowed out, but he did not notice.
His blood-red eyes swept around, but he found that there was no one around.
He used his hands to support himself from falling, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.
His whole body was weak, and his footsteps were weak.
At this moment, his whole body trembled, and fear overwhelmed him.
"Bang …"
Chamofin finally could not hold on any longer. His body fell straight down, his eyes closed, and he fainted.
On the other side, Su Ziyang stood in place with a calm face.
That expression was as if everything was under control.
He looked calm, but in fact, his heart was in turmoil.
He secretly opened the character panel and found that his defense had become 0.
Someone who could do this was definitely not simple.
After Su Xiaofan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he looked ahead and said calmly, "Ghost Scythe, since you're here, come out!"
As soon as these words came out.
The air around him froze, and a bone-chilling coldness came crashing down like a tsunami.
Su Xiaofan stood there calmly, allowing the coldness to hit him. His expression did not change at all.
"Hehe …"
Bursts of strange laughter came from all around.
Immediately after, a black shadow appeared in front of Su Xiaofan.
His whole body was black, and he was one meter tall. His body was erratic, like a ghost.
Those eyes were crimson red, and seemed to be able to capture one's soul.
The black shadow held a long scythe in his hand, and he looked like a soul-reaper.
Just standing there, he gave off an irresistible feeling.
"Hehe …"
The black shadow floated to Su Xiaofan's side, and stared at him with two blood-red eyes.
A moment later, the black shadow's mouth curled up, revealing eight sharp teeth.
"Sure enough! The Spirit Emperor bloodline is really in you! "
"I didn't expect that the Spirit Tribe would find a trash like you to be the Spirit Emperor!"
"However, your bloodline can still be extracted!"
"Little guy, don't worry and go on your way! I'll give you a quick death! "
After the black shadow finished speaking, he let out a burst of strange laughter again.
He picked up the scythe and waved it in front of Su Xiaofan. The threat was very obvious.
At this moment, Su Ziyang completely ignored it.
He secretly used his Divine Eye to check Night Sickle's attributes.
[Night Sickle]
[Lord Boss]
Level: 146 [Fifth Rank Warlock Saint]
Health: 2000w/2000w
Attack: 120000 MP
Defense: Physical immunity, MP 80000
[Skills]: Ruin, Body of Ten Thousand Spells …
[Weakness]: Physical attacks are ineffective, but spells are effective. What he fears the most is the Spirit Emperor Seal.
[Description: General of the Ghost Race. He has monstrous battle power and was a genius of the Ghost Race 10,000 years ago. When he challenged the Spirit Emperor, he was completely thrashed, leaving behind an indelible scar in his heart. He is extremely afraid of the Spirit Emperor Seal, so he secretly joined the God Race and was sent to the Heaven Awaken Continent by the Spirit Dove to refine the Spirit Emperor's bloodline.
Seeing this introduction, Su Ziyang was secretly surprised.
He was now Level 50, and Level 146 was just right for him to attack.
The novice protection that players had in the early stages was completely ineffective.
"Kid, are you stupid? Are you afraid? "
"Kill yourself! This will save us a lot of torture. "
Nightsickle said.
"Hehe …"
Su Xiaofan smiled coldly as he stared calmly at Night Sickle. He said indifferently, "Do you dare?!"
His voice wasn't loud.
But it was full of tyranny!
This voice caused Night Sickle's figure to freeze.
The light in his eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Hehe …"
Night Sickle let out a burst of strange laughter. "Kid, do you think you're Ling Jun?"
"Let me tell you, I'm not a coward. With your current ability, what do you have to fight me? "Night Sickle said.
"Hehe, you can try. I guarantee that you'll be destroyed in both body and spirit! You'll never be able to rise again! "
Su Xiaofan took a step forward, his aura soaring to the sky.
"Kid, you … you're putting on airs!"
"You're just a Martial King trash now. What do you have to fight me?"
Night Sickle looked at Su Ziyang, his gaze locked onto him.
At the same time, he looked like he could escape at any time.
"Hehe!"
"Since you want to fight, bring it on!"
Su Xiaofan said calmly with his hands behind his back.
Seeing this scene, Night Sickle could not help but feel fear in his heart.
"Does he have the Spirit Emperor Seal or not?"
Night Sickle muttered to himself and began to think.
"Don't worry, I don't need to use the Spirit Emperor Seal against you!" Su Ziyang said.
These words pierced Night Sickle's heart.
His body trembled, "Don't try to bluff, you don't have the Spirit Emperor Seal at all!"
After saying that, Night Sickle waved his sickle, aimed at Su Ziyang, and slashed at him.
"Whoosh …"
Black gas spewed out from the sickle, forming a black wind blade that rushed straight at Su Ziyang.
At this moment, the sunlight seemed to be absorbed by the black gas, and there was a brief darkness.
"Hum …"
The air was cut apart by the wind blade, and a whistling sound burst out.
That terrifying aura was irresistible.
There was nothing unexpected.
"Whoosh …"
With a sound, the wind blade instantly slashed through Su Ziyang's body.
Su Ziyang's body was cut in two and disappeared.
"You're too weak to stand up to the wind, and you still dare to talk nonsense!"
The corners of Night Sickle's mouth curled up with a hint of pride.
Suddenly, his eyebrows raised, and he secretly cursed.
He found that Chamofin on the ground had also disappeared.
"I'm here!"
A voice came from behind him.
This voice scared Night Sickle so much that his body trembled, and he hurriedly turned around.
"You … what kind of movement technique is this?"
"Could it be the high priest's sun and moon shuttle!"
"So, you have two bloodlines in your body?"
"If I kill you, I can extract two bloodlines?"
"I'm rich!"
Night Sickle's eyes revealed infinite light.
Looking at Su Ziyang, it was as if he was looking at a treasure.
"I'll give you two more moves, come on!"
Su Ziyang put his hands behind his back and said faintly.
"Hehe, in that case, I won't be polite!"
After speaking, Night Sickle's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterward.
"Hum …"
Between heaven and earth, dozens of huge black sickle wind blades appeared.
The wind blades rotated, friction with the air, crazily absorbing the surrounding sunlight.
A brief darkness appeared again.
Ten wind blades sealed Su Ziyang's surroundings, making him unable to escape.
However.
Su Ziyang's figure had disappeared in place.
The second move, Night Sickle also missed.
The terrifying power was completely dissolved.
"There's still one more move, come on!"
"Since you're not moving, I'm going to make a move!"
Su Ziyang looked at the air in front of him and said faintly.
Night Sickle revealed his figure, and his blood-red eyes stared closely at Su Ziyang's body.
"Spirit Emperor, let's see how you dodge this move!"
After speaking, Night Sickle roared.
The black gas on his body surged wildly.
His aura was rapidly increasing.
Immediately after, he picked up the sickle and threw it into the sky.
"Whoosh …"
The sickle spun rapidly, cutting out black wind blades, enveloping the surroundings.
Within a radius of five thousand meters, it was full of these spinning wind blades.
Every single one of them was extremely cold and incomparably sharp.
No matter how Su Ziyang dodged, he would be hit.
"This time, let's see how you dodge?" The corners of Night Sickle's mouth rose.
"Just this little attack, I don't need to dodge!"
Su Ziyang stood in place and had no intention of moving at all.
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