Olson's companions basically suffered no damage except for a few servants of fate who were killed by the sword girl. They were all battle-damaged brawny men and a fat old lady standing around. There were more than a dozen people, let alone
The momentum is really like that.
A large group of people followed Olson, grinning ferociously and forming an encirclement posture.
Olson grabbed a long-handled short-headed mace from his companion and rushed straight towards Li Cang, yelling: "Alive? Do you need me to thank you for your mercy? You have already blown that little bitch into a charred corpse, right?"
?Your Excellency is really broad-minded!"
However, after listening to the translator's translation, Li Cang and Lao Wang's expressions looked weird.
Wonderful~
You guys have quite a left-wing style!
How handsome was Olson's posture when he smashed into Huashan? How embarrassing was the posture when he flew backwards. Li Laisi's figure burst out from the ruins and intercepted Olson. The already huge ferocious dragon blade dragged his feet.
The cold sword light, which was several times the length and width, "smashed" on him like a substantial heavy hammer.
As a price for the verbal pleasure, the mace stick that Olson had just obtained exploded into three pieces. The leather armor like a robe or waistcoat was instantly torn into pieces. The bones in his chest exploded. The person was drifting at right angles in mid-air.
His body plowed a trench two meters deep and ten meters long on the ground.
"Kala!"
The strange metal ghost face bounced up with a clear buzzing sound, revealing a dark face. Li Laisi complained speechlessly: "Li Cang, can you rely on your skills?"
She was right above the unknown explosion, and was stunned by the shock wave for a long time.
Li Cang scratched his head: "Why didn't you hang up?"
No guilt, just curiosity.
If he had been resurrected once, not to mention having a completely new look, at least there wouldn't be so many burn marks on his face.
Li Leisi: "..."
He, he, this piece of shit!
The flirting and leisurely manner of these people was extremely insulting, and Olsen's accomplice, with red eyes as if he had been buffed with a violent buff, was delivering a crazy output.
Based on pure paper data, the various numerical values of these people were at least no less than those of Li Cang. In a moment, they were forced to retreat steadily by beating the old master to death with random punches.
However, when one of the strong men with a wretched face rushed towards Tai Xiaoyi with ulterior motives, he watched helplessly as this beautiful woman evaporated before his eyes.
"Wang Defa?" Chadwick was shocked: "Shet! Damn it! That woman disappeared! She is a witch!"
At this time, he had a bad premonition and almost subconsciously slid back.
Facts have proved that his hunch was very accurate.
A scarlet bullet trailing a long green flame, because of this early dodge, coincidentally just missed his right shoulder and flew past.
Even so, with only a centimeter or even a few tenths of a centimeter of substantial contact, half of Chadwick's shoulder and arm were torn apart in an instant.
Boom~
The huge roar and shock wave made everyone stagger at the same time. They looked at Chadwick in stunned silence as if they had seen a ghost. Some people were looking at the back in shock: a huge pit burning with green will-o'-wisps, and the soil on the surface. The layers were scraped away, revealing a dark rock layer, and there was even a pool of magma in the center that gradually turned from red to gray.
This is simply too exaggerated!
What kind of weapon has such terrifying destructive power? They have seen it with their own eyes before. This group of people did not carry any heavy thermal weapons!
Chadwick howled miserably and crawled towards the strong old ladies outside the circle: "Help...save me...I hurt...it hurts..."
The intense pain of the evil fire, which can be described as digging a grave and destroying the soul, is simply unbearable for normal people. Chadwick happened to have an alienated bloodline and was unfortunately struck by it.
"The soul has been contaminated by the devil. It may be a good material for casting spells."
"It's been disabled. There's no need to waste coins to treat his injuries."
"So..."
"No, no no..." Chadwick almost went crazy, "What do you want to do? I just broke an arm, just an arm. Don't come over here!"
Several aunts who had not participated in the whole battle smiled and surrounded Chadwick, holding hands, stepping on his back to immobilize him, and chanting obscure and difficult-to-speak incantations quickly, while the bagpiper played a The witchcraft bag was driven hard into Chadwick's throat, and then a powerful punch shattered his throat bone with extremely precise measurements.
"you~"
After Chadwick was forced to swallow the witchcraft bag, steam began to rise all over his body. The blood vessels and muscles under his skin glowed red like hot coals, and every pore on his body was sizzling. There was a loud sound, and dense and fine bluish-black oil bubbles spewed out.
Just a few seconds later, a completely changed Chadwick stood up again.
However...
His first formal action was to rip off his own head and pin it to his waistband.
If the situation did not allow it, Lao Wang would have to spray a mouthful of hot tea on his face. What is this? This is, hurt others first, hurt yourself first. If you want to practice this skill, you must first commit suicide?
But the group of aunts were extremely excited when they saw this, and they sang some kind of carol at the same frequency and in a state of epilepsy relapse, with strange piety in their twitching.
Chadwick took the giant hammer handed by the bagpiper, stretched out his hand, and the hammer turned red instantly, twisting into a double-edged ax amidst the splashes of molten iron and sparks. He then raised the ax high and leaned back. His skin had already The head, which was like moldy cheese, suddenly opened its eyes in anger, and its disproportionately large compound eyes, like those of a fly, flowed with black water. The head opened its mouth wide and let out a silent roar.
Several dog-legged corpses beside him that had been hacked to death by random blades in the first wave of attacks suddenly started to move, and their flesh and bones blended together, shaping them into undead black horses with extremely imbalanced body proportions.
How dysfunctional is that?
In short, its head is larger and longer than its body.
"Teacher Cang, are you mocking you?"
Li Cang casually blocked a heavy hammer and was shocked and took several steps back. However, he couldn't help but glance at Chadwick, once again, and again.
Hear it from your mouth...
It is basically certain that this group of tough bandits has the blood of the Irish guy. What else could this thing be if it wasn't the "Headless Horseman" from their folklore!
The problem is, these old witches only used witchcraft bags and people as raw materials to summon such legendary things. Isn’t the logic a bit unsound?
It didn't matter what Li Cang was thinking. At this time, the Headless Horseman had already mounted his horse and charged straight at Li Laisi with his axe.
It can be seen from this that Chadwick, who became the Headless Horseman, still retained his aesthetics, which is commendable.
Looking at the moldy pickle-like skin of the thing, Li Laixi felt a chill all over her body and a diaphragm in her heart. She cursed in her heart: Who did I offend? Why did the water I met recently be so disgusting?
stuff?
"Sister Sword!" Li Cang shouted, pulling Sword Sister out of her wandering state: "Go over there!"
Is Dao Mei strong?
powerful!
Mother is undoubtedly strong!
But she has a very bad habit, she doesn't like to attack humans.
Sword Girl is only interested in creatures with alienated bloodline, no, with obviously alienated traits, such as walking corpses and alien beasts. Just like when the explosion just happened, she harvested several of the opponent's servants of fate instead of giving priority to humans.
