Facts have proved that a person's combat effectiveness has nothing to do with his style. You see, doesn't Teacher Cang of the Three Blade Style also have to rely on the only "control" skill of counter-injury to deal damage...
cough!
Even those villains like Li Cang are still blind when they come to fight this kind of weird game. Mao Dajin is a dog-kun bone girl and a sword girl who can maximize the output. The Demonic Mountain can barely do it, and the rest has neither mobility nor large scale.
Servants of fate with lethal skills all have the same behavior as their father: get hit first and then hit others.
It is unrealistic to let an army of scoundrels deal with such a large number of sicklemen. At least there is no possibility of large-scale and efficient mopping up. Flying units and long-range attack methods are almost becoming a worry for Li Cang.
Let’s not mention anything else, just say that if [Gene Storage Gland] can remove [Floating Force Field] and use it to arrange the two vacant skill slots of [缼荼] and [Isopod Turtle Lice], it will save a lot of effort.
, and when you encounter a unit that focuses on transforming skyships with praying technology, you won’t always play the ground-to-air Empire Stormtrooper style bulk output. They are so embarrassed that they don’t even look at it. It is obviously not in line with Li Cang’s idea of making the most of everything.
Use bones to express the elegance of calcium.
The floating force field and the flesh-and-blood manipulation skills that Li Cang longed for were even half a step away from being approved for the gene storage gland. It was just a thought to get it, and it was even more impossible to get it from Xiaobi Zaizi.
Yeah, that guy always pays attention to random card drawing no matter what he does, and does not provide targeted customization services, especially in the area of skills. When Li Cang got the Gray Knight and Lingqi out, the right time, the right place, the right people, and the krypton gold also cost a lot of money.
The nose is strong.
“e=(′o｀*))), poverty makes it difficult for people to move forward!”
Li Cang crushed the blade of a sickle, stepped on the sickle hand under his feet, and pulled it out. His slender waist made an immediate decision, and blood spattered all over his face.
There are endless scythe hands gathering around the two of them every minute and every second, but the area around one person is only a little bit big. The number of scythe hands that Li Cang and Li Laixi need to face is basically fixed.
No matter the weather, the sicklemen are like dogs and have no way of talking to hedgehogs when they see them. It makes people want to yell at the sickle master to stop scratching. Except for the occasional few who can't help but rush forward to fight, in fact most of them
They would all choose to bypass them and rush directly to the top of the Abyss of the Dead.
Li Cang only served a few of them when he was impatient. He had no interest in these weak chickens and ugly insects that could be transformed into sickle-hands everywhere. He looked around for the abnormal sickle-hands. He couldn't take them away for the time being.
Yes, but having sex with a few more condoms would be very pleasing to the eye.
"Do you want to go down there?" Li Leisi said, "The smell is so overpowering that my mind is starting to get lost in the lake!"
"Down!"
Li Cang clenched his left fist, and the light of death flowing endlessly on the bracelet seemed to be particularly bright. It seemed that there was some kind of glow pulse that converged from Li Cang's body to his shoulder, passed through his arm, and bloomed at the edge of his fist——
One punch!
The endlessly rotating three characters of "Death Man" instantly expanded millions of times, like a magnificent star ring, dispelling the miasma and lighting up the entire abyss of the dead!
The thousands of scythe hands in front of Li Cang were burned like burning wind by this punch, and their flesh and blood disappeared into a scarlet blood mist. The dark blue skeleton still maintained the form of roaring, running or attacking, but it didn't care about the naked eye.
The visible speed loses its luster and becomes pale and decayed.
Scarlet blood mist, pale calcium energy mixed with deep black roared around Li Cang, like the coming ceremony of some evil existence.
Li Laisi: "em"
It's just a mouthful. Anyway, this guy has been pissed for a day or two. No matter how wrong he is with the manly style he chose...doesn't Timi still want to directly summon his big tombstone? To the pit of the dead??
The three-color storm swirled wildly around Li Cang's death bracelet. Even the sickle hands that were not injured and bleeding for dozens of kilometers around were forcibly deprived of parts by this inexplicable force that did not belong to Li Cang. Life energy and calcium energy.
I can only say that it is indeed Li Cang’s equipment. The style and temperament really fit perfectly!
The storm of black, white and red colors is also pouring back into Li Cang, but the way is not so gentle and elegant - as long as it is life energy and calcium energy, it always goes through Li Cang's eyes, maybe because the eyes are the soul window?
Li Cang's eyes quickly turned an extremely ferocious scarlet color, like flames puffing out.
Seeing this, Li Leisi silently retreated a hundred meters, but she still felt that it was not enough. She moved a few more positions before she felt a little more relieved.
She was all too familiar with the prelude to a big blood explosion and the need for beatings. Even a demi-human physique couldn't withstand that kind of vitality. Even Yangshou, who was in the dark, was violently expropriated and over-limit bombed, and suffered a big blood explosion. Li Leisi would have to suffer for at least three to five days.
At present, it seems that only Lao Wang can ignore the pain that seems to be engraved in his bones. He is probably used to it. After all, people who mix letters these days have some strange talents.
boom!
Outside the scarlet storm of massive bloody explosions, there are three-color death scrolls that surge and expand like a star ring. They seem to be guarding and suppressing.
The bug of the Great Blood Explosion lies in the extreme deprivation of vitality. Every trace of flesh and blood of the alienated bloodline creature within its range will become the fuel of the Great Blood Explosion, making its power more and more powerful. Counting, and the largest proportion of them is the fragile sickle hand with almost zero resistance. You can imagine how cruel it is.
Looking from the mountain ridges around the Abyss of the Dead, the miasma of the entire Abyss of the Dead has been completely dispelled. The scarlet evil aura seems to be swallowing up the sky and the earth. Everyone, no matter how strong or weak, is at the end of the bloody explosion and the endless rotation of the three colors of death. In front of you, you will feel a fragility like a candle in the wind, and an instinctive disgust originating from life and the soul.
After the blood explosion expanded to the extreme, it was suddenly suppressed under the constraints of the three-color death text. The power was completely concentrated in Li Cang's hands without even blooming. Li Cang finally felt a familiar feeling that was no longer familiar. The smell was calling him, and with his left hand he said: "Come!
"
In Li Cang's hand, a wisp of white bloomed in the vortex of red and black that was the size of a fist. The big wand grew slowly and hard but unswervingly, segment by segment, and finally condensed into a friendly sickle-shaped entity.
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"Hugh~"
Li Cang whistled happily. If Dalei Zi hadn't been there, he would have liked to sing "My Dearest" to the big wand on the spot, but——
"Hey, Master Li, what do you do? I haven't seen you so happy even when I came with your girlfriend! Pay attention to your face! At least manage your facial expressions a little!
"
"..."
Li Cang coughed in embarrassment and didn't dare to pick on her. She doesn't care when this bitch gets angry. If she can't die anyway, then she will risk her life!
