Fairyland, big problem

The knife is surging, destroying the dead.

The number of moves is still fierce, and he can also use the Feipeng sword technique that makes it into the room, and the attack is even more crazy.

but…

Wen Jiu didn't have the sense of oppression that Marshal Feipeng had in his heart before.

The evil spirit in front of him can laugh and talk, inheriting the essence of thought and martial arts, and only human nature is completely overwhelmed.

"If it's just evil, just kill it."

"Hahaha, stupid boy, I didn't kill when I switched just now, just wait for death honestly."

[The head of the garden. 】

On the game interface, Death's Coffin reminded, [Let me out, this point of life is a curse, tease it for three to five rounds, let it know what it means to be scary. 】

"No... at least you can't let Marshal Feipeng disappear in the bandage."

Wen Jiu still kept his heart of sticking to his promise and dealing with it fairly. He didn't expect to avoid the sixth form of cloud piercing with injuries, and just after he regenerated himself, Marshal Fei Peng on the opposite side blew his whistle.

Then there was the sound of heavy stomping on the ground, and the unusually curly black clouds spread across the training field, and the big lizard rushed straight to Marshal Feipeng with broken limbs.

Turn over and sit, one person, one ride!

"Hey! Good guy, I'm giving face to one-on-one battles, and you still call for support?"

Marshal Feipeng, who had already been swallowed by evil nature, sneered, "Silly boy, devouring human beings is the kingly way. I won't give you any chance to portray the beast of the heart. Sacrifice your soul and flesh and blood!"

"Describe a P formation, death coffin! Steel armored crow!"

Shaking people, who wouldn't? !

Wen Jiu retreated slightly, still maintaining the synchronization state of the gem starfish.

The large lizard evil spirit has seen it once, and its level and attributes are the same.

Level 44, upper level evil spirits, ice + super energy.

The super energy type, ice type, and fighting type are all within the resistance range of gem starfish.

In fact, there is no need to consider ice resistance,

While Marshal Feipeng rode the lizard to adjust his state, the steel armored crow had already begun to sharpen its claws.

Now that I know that there will be a fierce battle today, I have to use the combination of roll buff skills + arrogance no matter what.

Steel Armored Crow is now, grinding claws + arrogance.

Even if the arrogant 10 PP is used up, the hit rate improved by grinding claws is as practical as physical attacks.

Marshal Feipeng's weakness in the evil department is filled by the fighting department. The big lizard is really weak in evil, also weak in steel, and also weak in ghosts.

Now is a really bad time to join the battlefield.

"Kill! Let me show you the power of Feipeng's iron cavalry."

"The current you are not worthy of the title of Marshal Fei Peng!"

The saber was activated again, and suddenly the base became unstable. The steel armored crow almost killed the large lizard in full state with a simple movement.

Arrogant's skill movements are really simple, just jumping forward with black air on the elf's body.

Marshal Fei Peng didn't even take this crude action seriously.

Immediately afterwards, people turned on their backs, and the big lizard's leather armor shattered, and it was half-hanging.

Marshal Fei Peng was surprised, and Wen Jiu was also surprised.

"It didn't kill me?!"

The Steel Armored Crow is 15 levels higher than the opponent, arrogantly pulling up 260 power, double the judgment.

If you can hold your breath, this big lizard is durable.

Click, roar——

The scene was somewhat familiar, the bloody lizard was struggling repeatedly on the ground, shaking its head indiscriminately, looking like it had lost its mind.

This is the case when fighting it for the first time.

Moreover, Pumpkin said that the big lizard will lose attributes at this time.

"Really! The super power system has disappeared!"

The last time he was chased by the reinforcements and fled in a hurry, today Wen Jiu finally had a chance to observe.

The big lizard has only one pure ice element left, and the super energy element has disappeared.

A large number of sharp and distorted blue-black airflows evaporated from its body surface, as if something had left the body, or those airflows were the body.

Wen Jiu tried to describe.

On ancient murals or sculptures, if clouds are to be represented, they are lines that roll back and forth, a bit like waves.

The airflow lines released by the large lizard are called turbulent currents rather than waves, and they look fake.

Unlike the fog in the natural state, it is the messy airflow hand-painted in the ancient style, and the line paint is solid.

[Director, those things have souls. 】

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Reaper's Coffin hit Marshal Feipeng with a shadow ball, and let the Steel Armored Crow fight first.

[There are many fragmented souls in those air currents. 】

"Hmm...it's normal."

The food of evil beings is souls, negative emotions, which may come from various creatures.

The current situation is like the half-digested stuff in the big lizard's stomach leaking out.

A shadow ball was added, and the life value of the large lizard was emptied, and the blue-black air flow disappeared in a pattern of... the painting was slowly erased.

"it's wired."

Undoubtedly, it was those blue-black air currents that bestowed superpowers on the big lizard, and he couldn't figure out the reason behind it. After all, Wen Jiu's understanding of psionic energy, spells, and sorcery was objectively limited.

"Is it over?"

Turning his head and looking again, Marshal Fei Peng, who was already bloody, was suppressed by the steel armored crow, leaving only the sound of panting with his sword.

"Wen...Wen Jiu, you won, take my head."

Similar to the experience of previous battles, evil nature suppresses human nature, and when the soul is about to die in the fight, human nature will recover briefly.

"Marshal Fei Peng, wait a minute."

"how…"

"The Feipeng saber technique, since the fifteenth style, is it your original creation?"

The style changes of the 16th and 17th styles were too abnormal. At first, I thought it was literary and artistic, and the details were full of desolation.

"Hahaha, the little guy has good eyesight."

Marshal Feipeng's body is constantly dissipating evil-type psionic energy. In this state of serious injury, unless he uses the environment of the "cause point" to heal his injuries wholeheartedly, he will die if left alone.

Obviously, it didn't intend to survive, or it could be said that it had already been waiting for such a soother.

"Marshal Feipeng, is there another way to use the saber technique? I want to see."

It's not a requirement of the dream mission, but more out of respect for Marshal Feipeng.

The last touch of humanity is about to dissipate, before taking away the self-created sword technique, let it show its final glory.

"Qingfeng, Mingyue...I want to know what's next?"

"It's a pity that I am not in your era." After a long silence, Marshal Feipeng raised his head proudly, "Creating the three styles of my own is my final expectation for thousands of fighters in the world."

The originally weak soul rekindled a raging fighting spirit.

Marshal Feipeng's final wish...

Wen Jiu murmured silently in his heart, that would be terrible.

There were mountain opening and cloud piercing before, so the name of the ultimate ultimate move must be so domineering.

"Fei Peng knife technique, the eighteenth style. Homecoming!"

Breeze, moon... Homecoming.

This is the ultimate expectation for the soldiers.

The vast sand and dust floated from the distant sky, and I looked back without realizing it, and I was separated from the curling smoke.

The sword moves with desolation, nostalgia, and determination.

There are tens of thousands of arrogant feelings, and the lovesickness hurts the most.

The knife cut through the skin and flesh, and the approaching Marshal Fei Peng realized that Wen Jiu didn't have any barrier protection or spell dodging actions.

The young man in front of him had to calmly accept the eighteenth move with an ordinary shovel in his hand.

Young man, I hope that after you go all out, you will return home safely...