Having known Sandro, Xu Zhi knew exactly what this old guy was.
Nine out of ten sentences are false, and one sentence is a trap. Just listen to the opposite.
How to deal with Sandru is a very troublesome question.
Bury the opponent underground and beat them continuously for more than ten hours, waiting for the ruins time to come.
The success rate of this method is about 50%. Xu Zhi is not lacking in physical strength. He is afraid that the remaining mental shields will not survive this period of time.
Every time Sandro was beaten three or five times, Xu Zhi could always feel the slightest movement caused by the helmet.
He was beating Sandro, and Sandro was constantly fighting back with mental shocks or spells.
According to the current situation, the attacks from both sides obviously have no effect, but no one can do it without fighting back.
With the Vulcan Sword, it seems to be facing the same problem.
Poor swordsmanship cannot hit the same position several times in a row, and the threat of the Vulcan Sword to Sandro is greatly reduced.
Xu Zhi could feel that Sandro's struggle became more obvious when he used the Vulcan Sword, and his counterattack became stronger.
It has been in the process that the harder Xu Zhi hits, the more powerful Sandru fights back.
Using the Vulcan Sword can cause more damage to Sandro, but the duration may be shorter.
If you persist until you get out of the ruins safely, the success rate may be around 30%.
Of course, Xu Zhi also has a way that lasts longer, is more harmful, and has a lower success rate.
This approach has now been implemented.
Grasping Sandro's severed hand, Xu looked straight at Sandro who was blown up into the sky.
He knew that it would end like this, and it would be the most violent method anyway. He would not be willing to try it if he didn't try it.
As a result, as he feared, the old guy finally got out of trouble and got rid of the problem of being buried underground.
Gaining a bone hand was the best situation Xu Zhi expected.
"Hey, old man, give me another stick."
"Ah, ah, ah, little thief, give me my right hand."
As soon as Xu Zhi lifted up the stick, he heard Sandro fall to the ground and mutter.
"If you say that, I won't pay it back."
Shang Qianqiu said that Sandru's skeleton was very suitable for making weapons. Xu Zhi thought that since he had obtained it, he would not return it.
Xu Zhi chased him aggressively, but Sandro lost his confidence and ran away with his two skeletal legs.
When releasing the Doomsday Judgment, he clearly felt that these people had thrown away all the explosive devices on their bodies, and Xu Zhi took out six more in the blink of an eye.
The most important thing is that he hasn't figured out where the Earth Elemental Lord's magic book has gone, and the only equipment in his hand has been lost.
Of course, let alone the equipment in his hand, he has even lost his hand now.
"Why do I have to live in such a miserable state? Damn it, God is not friendly to the undead at all."
Sandro could no longer hold back his aggrieved heart and started to curse loudly.
"Sandru, stop here."
Seeing Sandro running away, Xu Zhi became even more aggressive and kept shouting.
"Little thief, I remember you. Just wait for me and I will definitely come to find you."
Sandro didn't even look back, and his bony thighs were almost in a straight line.
"Sandru, stop, stop, hahaha."
Some old people cried, and some new people laughed. Xu Zhi was quite happy to catch up.
But he soon discovered a new problem.
Sandro had been restrained by him using quagmire magic. Although he had already used the galloping mode, his speed was not too fast. After a while of chasing, the two had to face an embarrassing collision.
Just as Xu Zhi was about to slow down, he suddenly saw Sandro in front of him stop running. He turned his head and twisted his body back.
"I have never been hunted down like this in more than a thousand years. To tear my body apart, you little thief, Uncle Sandro will fight with you."
"Huh? Aren't you going to run away?"
The fire of the soul in Sandro's eyes was burning, almost bursting out of his eyes. He didn't know what the old lich recalled, and his attitude changed drastically.
Xu Zhi could only brake suddenly.
What should I do if the other party doesn't run away?
Let’s continue to fight life and death again.
Seeing the angry look of the old lich, Xu Zhi couldn't figure out for a while what desperate measures the other party had. He lacked confidence and his tone gradually softened.
"Do you want another doomsday judgment?"
Xu Zhi looked at the tattered magic cloak behind him. This magic cloak was very suitable for resisting pure magical power. However, it was weak when faced with the penetration of sharp objects such as sand, gravel, shrapnel, etc. Xu Zhi did not know that now
A few percent of the magic defense ability remains.
There are also several corpses lying in the back. If there is another Doomsday Judgment, they will be cooked to at least 90% cooked, and they are not qualified to be zombies.
"You old guy is too fickle," Xu Zhi scolded.
"What do you mean? Speak slowly. I'm not that familiar with your Dongyue dialect."
Angry, Sandro looked at Xu Zhi's body with vigilance, fearing that Xu Zhi would take out the blaster and hang it on him for no apparent reason.
Having controlled Gao Wu before, he was somewhat familiar with Dongyue's language, but he couldn't understand Xu Zhi when he spoke at a normal speed.
Without Somla's ability, if he wants to learn a foreign language, it will take many exposures for him to become proficient.
"Can you hear and understand what I said?" Xu Zhi asked word for word.
"Speak slower and I can understand you," Sandro replied. He shook his head and suddenly asked curiously: "Can you understand the Erathian language I speak?"
"Of course, my Erathian language hearing ability is at least level eight," Xu Zhi said proudly.
A half-assed assist with an attribute panel, if you understand, that's no problem at all, it's just that his words will not be translated to the other party.
"It turns out he is a talkative. He can only listen but not speak."
Thinking that the other party could only call his name dryly, Sandro obviously disliked this level of foreign language.
"You have Level 4 listening skills and Level 1 speaking skills in Dongyue language. You have a broken mouth and a broken ear."
After the counterattack, Xu Zhicai said: "What, are you planning to release the Silent Whisper Technique again and have a doomsday judgment?"
"Without your right hand, you can't release it."
After a long silence, Sandro replied dully.
Xu Zhi looked at the other party several times, not sure whether to believe Sandro's words, after all, this old guy's words were the most untrustworthy.
"We should make peace" Sandro proposed.
"You're right," Xu Zhi replied.
"Then give me your hand, and our grudges will be wiped out."
"That's impossible."
Xu Zhi clutched Sandro's bone hand tightly. It would be great if the arm could be returned. If the old guy regrets and reconnects the bone to use magic, he will suffer a big loss.
"Outsiders, you are not sincere about peace at all."
"You have a bad reputation and you have tricked too many people."
There was a temporary stalemate between the two, which was very embarrassing.
They wanted to kill each other, but neither of them had much energy left.
Xu Zhi waited impatiently for his magic value to recover. His physical condition did not allow it, and time did not allow him to continue traveling between the two worlds.
It's very troublesome to get the blasters, and the trump cards are extremely rare.
Sandro looked at Xu Zhi suspiciously. The more he thought about it, the more trouble he felt his opponent would become.
Continuous losses are good proof.
It will be very difficult to do the Doomsday Judgment again, but it is not impossible to release.
You can only cast spells with your right hand, that's just a trick for children. You can write with your right hand, and you can write with your left hand. There is no difference in casting magic, it's just that it's a bit more difficult if you cast it slower.
Sandro was very worried about another wave of Doomsday Judgment. The opponent tried to hold out, but he failed to hold out.
If the bones are broken a little more and are bombarded by the opponent's blasters, it will probably be difficult to stand up next time.
"I have changed my mind now and want to be a good and reputable person. Can you give me a chance?"
Sandro thought for a while before asking in a low voice.