Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 112

Zhao Ke'er was angry, how could this little girl have encountered such a battle?

When competing with those opponents before, not to mention the character of the opponent, at least the most basic etiquette and morality are still there.

But look at the people in front of them?In a fight, they dare to use any bad tricks, they are simply a bunch of rogues.

Zhao Keer was disgusted, and the anger in his heart suddenly surged up.

His body flipped in the air, and he landed safely outside the circle formed by these gangsters. With a strange seal on his hand, Zhao Ke'er shouted sweetly: "Sword control skills - score!"

In an instant, the sky was filled with dense sword lights.

This is a technique called phantom sword in Yujianshu, which can stimulate the sword energy on the flying sword to the greatest extent, forming a large amount of sword light for attacking.

The individual power of these sword lights may not be strong, but once the damage is added up, it is quite terrifying, especially when her opponents are these punks whose strength is generally only one or two levels, it is not too easy to kill.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?!" Little Lumao looked at the hundreds of sword lights above his head, and his calves couldn't help shaking.

"Brother, are we making a big fuss?" Fatty was about to cry, such a wicked way really hurt others and himself, is it over now?Messed with people who shouldn't be messed with, and they all have to die here today.

There are at least a hundred sword lights on the top of his head, just looking at it makes him tremble, it must not be a good thing.

"Shut up if you don't want to die!" The little green hair glared at Fatty, how could he have such pig teammates?
Instead of beeping blindly here, it is better to find a way to avoid these sword lights as soon as possible.

Time is running out. It would take a lot of time to charge up the phantom sword, but at this moment, Zhao Ke'er is in a rage, and his blood is burning wildly. He does not hesitate to consume blood to shorten the time to charge up and increase the power of the sword light. , so as to achieve a one-hit kill.

It has been a long time since Zhao Ke'er was promoted to the top of the third rank, and she may still have some lack of combat experience, but in terms of pure combat power, she has mastered the art of controlling the sword.

Hundreds of sword lights fell crazily. This is no longer an attack that ordinary third-tier peak monks can achieve. Only a third-tier peak monk like Zhao Keer, who has been cultivated by a large amount of resources since childhood and has an incomparably rich background, can fight hard. Barely reach this level.

The little green hair swallowed, and the first time he saw these sword lights, he knew that he couldn't hide.

As the main planner of the incident just now, Zhao Keer naturally had to "take good care" of him, and nearly one-tenth of the lightsabers fell in his direction.

The fat man took a few steps back in silence, he could see that the fierce woman was after the little green hair, the farther he was from the little green hair, the safer he would be.

Seeing Fatty's small movements, the corner of Xiaolumao's mouth showed a sinister smile.

"Fatty, I'm sorry!"

As soon as the words were finished, the little green hair rushed to Fatty's side quickly, one of his two arms was stuck on Fatty's neck, and the other was pressed against Fatty's waist, making him unable to move.

"What do you want?!" The fat man was startled and angry, this little green hair is planning to use him as a living target!
The little green hair grinned: "What do I want to do? Isn't this asking knowingly? Remember, keep your mouth clean in your next life."

A series of sword lights "swipe" down, the fat man's face was full of horror, and he tried to struggle desperately, but his body was firmly fixed by the little green hair, and he couldn't move half a step.

This fat man's strength is only at the first level, which is too weak compared to the little green hair, and he can't break free from the little green hair's shackles at all.

"I was wrong, brother, I know I was wrong. There are so many dead ghosts out there, we can definitely find another one." The fat man was incoherent, seeing Jian Guang getting closer and closer to him, a sense of despair welled up in his heart.

"No need, I want you!" The little green hair looked at the other people five or six meters away, and it was too late to find other people now, so he wouldn't be so stupid as to take risks for a meat shield, look at this fat man With so much flesh on his body, it must be a good shield. With Fatty, why would he go find someone else?
The small transparent sword composed of streaks of sword light fell on the fat man, and the little green hair hid behind the fat man, and all the sword lights that attacked him were caught by the fat man.

"no no--"

The fat man felt desperate, and there were piercing pains all over his body. He knew that he probably would not survive.

There is great terror between life and death, and when he is about to face death, Fatty's heart calms down instead, and the pain on his body seems to be less severe.

If he can survive this crisis, he will definitely be able to break through to the second level. Unfortunately, God does not want to give him this opportunity.

The extreme pain is numbness. At this moment, Fatty felt that this body was no longer his own, and the pain gradually weakened.

The fat man spat out a mouthful of blood, and said vaguely: "Fuck you, I want the fat man's life, today the fat man will drag you to die together!!"

A force surged out of his body from nowhere, and the fat man struggled with all his strength, finally breaking free from the little green hair's clutches.

Little Lumao's expression changed, and he wanted to tie Fatty up again, but what he didn't know was that this fat man was not that fat man, and Fatty was already holding the mentality of dying together, and he wanted to drag Little Lumao along with him to be buried with him.

The two rolled on the ground, and the fat man tightly strangled the little green hair's neck and refused to let go.

The little green hair clenched his fists tightly, and he hammered all the injured parts of the fat man, but the fat man just refused to let go.

The pale-faced Zhao Ke'er saw this scene, seized this opportunity, and dozens of sword lights flew towards him, piercing through the body of the little green hair above.

"No, no, I can't die yet, I can't die yet." The little green hair rolled his eyes after being pinched by the fat man, and received several sword lights on his back, and the desire to survive deep in his heart became even stronger.

He still wants to break through the third level, he still wants to find a girlfriend, he still wants to
Little Lumao's thoughts came to an abrupt end, and the fat man saw a sword light passing through Xiao Lumao's neck, and finally showed his wish-fulfilling expression.

The strength gushing out of his body just now was just a gift from death, it was his last counterattack before dying.

Now that little green hair dies, he has no obsessions and can die with peace of mind.

Although still a little unwilling, but it can only go to this point.

"Are you going to die?"

He looked at the sky, and his mind was extremely peaceful. At the moment when he was about to die, he suddenly realized that death might not be so terrible.

Before he died, a figure stood in front of him.

"Tsk tsk, this little fat man is ruthless enough, it's a pity to die like this."

The faint voice came over, and the fat man almost thought he was hallucinating.

(End of this chapter)