"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 barely raised the strengthened triangular gun to block the incoming machete. However, the force transmitted through the gun barrel was too great, causing his feet to sink deeply into the ground.
Sha——
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.
"Primary 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.
Pull your fingers back to the break.
Ink silk repairs tendons, fills bones, and replaces 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 used the force of the airflow to avoid the sickle cage.
Bang!
He stomped into the ground, raised his right arm, 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.
As if being hit by a train traveling at full speed, Li Ang retreated violently. His feet carved a long distance in the cold stream, setting off two white waves.
The ink 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 at all. His burly body ran over the stream, 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 at the bottom of the river. 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 use the power of mind to pull yourself backwards and regain the distance between you and the ghost shovel.
Gudong.
He swallowed the blood that surged into his throat with difficulty, and scanned his whole body with his spiritual consciousness.
Internal organs, including the heart and intestines, were ruptured and bones were broken. Such injuries would be 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 will not return your original body to you.
The more injuries you get, the more non-human parts in your body will become more than human parts..."
Hugh!
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 shot towards 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. The jagged surface exudes a bluish metallic sheen, obviously coated with poison.
Such a finely crafted and heavy Turkic-style sharp arrow can only be used by Turkic warriors in the innate realm.
Ghost Spade looked towards 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, put 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.
Hugh!
With the reverberation of the bow string, the fine steel arrow shot out quickly, hitting the ghost shovel between the eyebrows.
This arrow does not seek concealment effect, and its power and rate of fire are also greater.
The ghost shovel didn't block it hard, and turned its head slightly to avoid missing the arrow.
The cluster of fine steel arrows penetrated into the rubble at the bottom of the river, and the arrow tails 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, and release the strong wind, causing the arrow to lose its 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.
"Why are you here?"
Li Ang picked up Jia Luo and took her flying into the air, his tone was quite astonishing.
"Someone called my Chichichong 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 the person you arranged, 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 Jialuo could predict in advance that Li Ang would escape in this direction?
"If you didn't arrange it, who could it be?"
As Garro spoke, he shot the fourth arrow. However, because he was in Li Ang's arms, the arrow missed some accuracy and was shot ten steps away from the ghost shovel.
However, this does not 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, watching Li Ang and Jia Luo flying farther and farther away, about to fly over the hill, 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 pass through the gaps between the five fingers and shine on Gui Spade's face.
He exhaled slowly, and the muscles in his right arm squirmed.
Finally,
Hugh!
Swallowing the Sky and the Earth moves in the opposite 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 pierced and torn 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.
This chapter has been completed!