This time Mr. You was absent-minded for a relatively long time, but it was only less than a minute. When he came back to his senses, he was still the same as before, picking up a handkerchief and wiping his bald head: "It was so close, I thought I was going to die."
It’s over.”
Wang Xu counted just now and found that the number of steps from the four corners of the chessboard to the middle was the same, forty-five. Now he has taken twenty-four steps. In other words, he only needs to continue throwing
At twelve o'clock, after two rounds, you will definitely be able to complete the game first.
Mr. You still drew a card from the top of the deck, and the two dice rolled in Wang Xu's hand were still facing up.
The pattern of the curse card began to change, and the magic circle and the name of the curse appeared at the same time - Trident.
In the crescent-shaped crystal, there appeared a scene of an armored knight holding a giant trident and charging towards the red bat. The moment Wang Xu saw the pattern clearly, his eyes became distracted.
There was a smell of blood, and the next second there was heartbreaking pain.
Wang Xu opened his eyes wide and found himself lying on the ground covered in bruises. The surrounding scene was clearly the streets and alleys of nineteenth-century Europe. The city was shrouded in a huge barrier, and within the barrier was a thick fog that could not be dispelled.
He turned around and saw Yan Li, maybe he should call her Eleanor. The moment Wang Xu saw her face clearly, the blood on her neck spattered out... Someone cut her throat with a knife.
Then, as all signs of life ceased, she turned into bubbles and disappeared, leaving only the warm blood on Wang Xu's face.
Soon, even the blood disappeared, as if she had never existed at all.
Zhui Bo took the knife, walked to Wang Xu and squatted down: "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, just beg me for mercy. It will make me more excited to tear you apart amidst your pleading."
The next second, Wang Xu put a hand on Zhui Bo's face: "Thank you for letting me taste it again. The heartache of losing her will remind me to cherish her in front of me even more."
Zhui Bo felt a huge force coming from his face, and his body was completely out of control. He was instantly pushed backwards and flew backwards, and did not stop until he hit the barrier in the air.
Wang Xu stood up, and the wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye: "As for fear, I have never been afraid of you. What I was afraid of at that time was just losing Yan Li. For you... I was only angry."
Zhui Bo swooped down from the air, roared furiously, and pointed the knife directly at Wang Xu's throat.
"Hmph... The one who defeated you back then was actually Mr. Cat. So this time..." A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xu's mouth: "I can finally kill you with my own hands..."
His feet just tapped the ground lightly, but he flew into the sky at extremely high speeds and met Zibo who was attacking from high altitude.
Just like that time, Wang Xu did not use a weapon. He directly smashed Zhui Bo's jaw with his fist. The latter had no time to draw the sword and was knocked backwards again.
Wang Xu's upward speed did not slow down because of this blow. When Zhui Bo's back hit the barrier, Wang Xu's fist hit like a rainstorm.
History seemed to be repeating itself. After Wang Xu's last punch, the huge barrier shattered and turned into countless colorful fragments, falling like rain.
And the reason why the barrier was broken was not because of Wang Xu's fist...
From here on, everything is different.
The two figures fell to the ground. Wang Xu was not in a coma from exhaustion as he was then. Zibo became stronger after absorbing all the power of the divine barrier.
"Boy, are you ready to be torn to pieces?" Zibo licked the knife in his hand, his eyes like a bloodthirsty beast.
Wang Xu said calmly: "Humph... That's it. So after I passed out, Master Cat just killed you..." As he spoke, he even began to look around absently: "It seems that I am still
Let’s worry about what the so-called curse of the ‘Trident’ is.”
"What is it...hehehe..." came a familiar voice.
Wang Xu's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he came to a very bad inference in an instant.
"Looking at your expression, have you guessed it yet?" Another voice sounded.
In the thick fog that gradually dissipated, two dark figures walked forward. They stood side by side with Zibo, making a total of three people.
"Zibo, Manson, Derek. Is this the Trident... Is this game too much..." Wang Xu wanted to talk to them in a relatively calm tone, but obviously he failed.
"Deep down in your heart, you are curious. What kind of strength will the three of us have when we go all out..." Derek's pale face was full of suffocating fighting spirit.
Manson and Dzeiber are much simpler. They are like wild beasts that have been released from their cage after being hungry for a long time. Their eyes are filled with the desire to kill, and they keep chanting: "Kill you...kill you..."
Wang Xu sighed: "Why do you have to force me to be serious... Fighting with all your heart is very tiring. Only a guy like Mr. Mao with excess brainpower would regard it as fun..."
The only answer he received was two loud shouts and one sentence: "Taotie of the Abyss!"
The ground under Wang Xu's feet instantly turned into a swamp-like dark energy, and the part below the knees was quickly swallowed up. At this time, Zibo also approached Wang Xu from the front with a speed second only to Ming Dong.
"Bagua body protection." Wang Xu waved his hand, and a bright shield with all the Bagua appeared behind him.
The sound of gold and iron clashing was heard, and Manson, who quietly circled behind Wang Xu, failed in his sneak attack. His figure had grown gigantic at some point, but the giant claws that extended out could not break the shield offered by Wang Xu.
Zhui Bo's knife stopped at the moment when it was about to cut the blood vessels in Wang Xu's neck, because the wrist of the hand holding the knife was firmly grasped by Wang Xu and could not move.
"Attack both front and back, and bully those who are more than others. It seems that this game really wants to kill me." Having said that, judging from Wang Xu's performance, even in this situation, he still has some left.
Spare energy.
Derek sneered: "Darkness." He snapped his fingers, and Wang Xu suddenly felt a corrosive pain coming from below his knees.
"It really hurts...bastard." Wang Xu said, then stretched out his other hand, grabbed Zhui Bo's hair, and pushed his entire upper body into the dark mire. And he himself turned around and dismissed the gossip.
Protecting the body, he looked at Manson with provocative eyes, "You act like a bitch, which disappoints me so much."
Manson roared, and the knotted muscles on his right arm swelled again, and the punch was like a train derailed, bringing a violent wind pressure and hitting Wang Xu in the face.
Wang Xu crossed his hands as a block to protect his face. When the bones of his two forearms were broken at the same time, he regretted a little, but his tactical purpose was still achieved. The huge impact knocked him away and left.
The clamp of dark energy.
After rolling on the ground several times in embarrassment, Wang Xu took the time to look at his lower body. The calf below the knee was bloody and corroded to the point where white bones could be seen. Both arms were also simply broken.
Looking up at his three opponents, Manson's huge figure was approaching. After Desperate got up from the pit, he looked very much like the more powerful zombies in Resident Evil, but he still excitedly licked the knife and pointed at Wang Xu. He walked away. But at some point, a glass bottle filled with black liquid appeared in Derek's hand. It looked like he was going to do something again.
Wang Xu sat cross-legged on the ground, seizing this moment to use the spells from the Medical Gu Chapter to repair his body: "Thanks to your gift, I learned another trick."
With a snap of his fingers, darkness fell, and Manson's huge body sank in an instant, leaving only his face struggling to be exposed.
"Dark destruction!" Wang Xu shouted.
The screams rang out, and then stopped quickly, and Manson and the darkness disappeared together. Zibo immediately stopped his movements and looked at Wang Xu warily, as if he was afraid that he would be treated the same way.
Derek said: "Fear comes from the heart. You can't learn anything from me. You already know the various ways to use the power of the abyss, but you have never used some of them."
"Hmph... then, the dark side in my heart has long been able to use the dark side, right?" Wang Xu continued to talk to him purely to delay time.
Derek did not answer, but turned to Zibo and said: "As long as you are prepared, you will not be killed like Manson at your speed." He threw the black glass bottle to Zibo: "Drink. Go down."
Zibo pulled out the cork and drank until not a drop was left. Wang Xu looked at Derek: "What is that? Super magic water?"
"All the answers lie in your heart. Your lack of understanding of my black magic and alchemy is also one of your fears."
There was a weird rattling sound in Zibo's throat, and then his body suddenly expanded. In the blink of an eye, he became a nearly three-story-tall muscular monster. Compared with it, the giant Manson could only be considered malnourished.
In order to restore his mobility, Wang Xu's priority was to repair his legs. Now he could stand up. Looking at the giant man in front of him, he did not forget to complain to brother Derek: "So you are Toguro Ludi Transformation mixture..."
Derek raised his hands, and a strange dark magic circle appeared above his head, and a wailing chant sounded, as if thousands of undead were chanting the same mantra in unison.
Wang Xu knew that the opponent was about to use a big move, and just as he was about to step forward to stop him, there was a loud bang, and a huge fist hit the ground less than an inch in front of him.
"After getting bigger, the speed actually increases instead of decreasing...and with this kind of strength, getting hit is no joke..." Wang Xu was analyzing Zibo's various abilities at the moment while retreating. Avoid the opponent's fierce offensive.
Zibo's voice now became like that of a wild beast, "Death!" His hands were in a grappling posture, crushing the pavement under his feet, and pounced on Wang Xu at super high speeds invisible to the naked eye.
