Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

In the end, Pigman's head was choked by spider silk until it exploded, and he could no longer use his supernatural powers.

"Drip yo yo..."

A third-level supernatural crystal rolled to the ground, and Pig Man’s sinful life finally came to an end.

Zheng Shuya picked up the third-level supernatural crystal, and her body involuntarily felt weak.

If I hadn't had the sudden inspiration to come up with this idea, and if my spider silk hadn't been so strong, I would have been the one to die in this battle.

"Changxue? Changxue, are you okay?"

Zheng Shuya seemed to have thought of something, and quickly ran out of the villa to check what was going on with Guan Changxue.

"Huhuhu..."

The cold wind this month was bitterly cold, but Zheng Shuya rushed into the wind without hesitation, looking for Guan Changxue's shadow.

When she saw a figure crawling towards her until death, Zheng Shuya's heart seemed to break at that moment.

"Changxue? You will be fine! How can you lose if I am fine?"

Zheng Shuya ran over and touched Guan Changxue's heart. Fortunately, there was still a heartbeat.

Zheng Shuya wanted to feed him the third-level supernatural crystal, but just as her hand reached his mouth, she stopped.

Guan Changxue said that one should not eat supernatural crystals with a higher supernatural level than one's own, as it would easily cause the body to explode and die.

Thinking of this, Zheng Shuya put the supernatural crystal into her mouth and said, "How about we each take half?"

She lowered her head and kissed his cold lips.

If you want to live together, live together, if you want to die, die together.

"Huhuhu..."

The cold wind blew the snowflakes, turning her hair white.

If they were exposed to the snow together, they would be together for the rest of their lives.

……

At the same time, on the other side of Wu Yong's villa, millions of soldiers and horses were being annoyed by the elephant man.

The elephant man can grow to the size of an elephant in a moment, and can easily crush a person to death in a war.

And when a million soldiers were firing rockets at him, he could immediately turn into a mosquito-sized object. Using rockets to shoot mosquitoes? That accuracy was quite impressive.

I can’t hit it. I can’t hit it at all. The hit rate is even lower than being struck by lightning.

"Yo yo yo, you guys are having fun, huh?"

Seeing this, Live Waiter started to chatter again. The reason he was late was because he had never been on time.

"Where have you been, Living Servant? Didn't you feel that King Kong Dog and Pig Man were already dead? Do you want to be killed by Lord Oak?"

The elephant man's voice was filled with anger. Only seven of the nine level three psychics were dead. Even if they brought Lin Feng's head back, there was no guarantee that they would not die.

The Live Servant looked nonchalant and started with a critical hit:

"What does it have to do with me whether you live or die? Even if all of you die, I, the living servant, will not die. You can have fun here. I'm going to find Lin Feng."

The living servant looked indifferent and turned away. There was only one level 2 psychic here, and those who were using rocket launchers to kill mosquitoes were just ordinary psychics. If the elephant man could lose, then there was no need for him to live.

"You want to find Lin Feng? You must step over my dead body first!"

When Zhao Jun heard that this group of people were coming for Lin Feng, he raised his sword and stabbed at the living servant.

The elephant man was handed over to the millions of soldiers and horses. After he killed the living servant, he came to help them kill the flea-like elephant man.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

The Zhao army's attack was fast and sharp, but the living servant Xiao Jianjian's swordsmanship was not bad either. For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of life and death were intertwined. Both of them were cut several times, but it was obvious that the living servant had more sword wounds.

Zhao Jun's sword skills training for nearly a year were not in vain. His sword skills blocked the fatal blows of the living servant. But he didn't know why the living servant should have been able to dodge a few swords, but he chose to exchange injuries for injuries?

It is obvious that Zhao Jun never watched those blockbuster movies from the United States when he was a child.

"Your swordsmanship is pretty good, right? But it's no match for my cheap method. You are no match for me, and I don't want to get involved in your fight. If you push me again, I will break my rules."

Huo Shi still didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Jun, but Zhao Jun rushed over again with his sword.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

The knives and swords kept colliding with each other, producing sparks, and the Zhao army seemed to have gained a slight advantage.

The wounds on Huo Shi's body were obviously more than those on Zhao Jun, and the sword intent in Zhao Jun's eyes was also deepening.

It is obvious that Zhao Jun's understanding of kendo is improving rapidly through actual combat.

The Zhao army held their swords and the Huo Shi relied on his own crude tactics, and the two fought back and forth.

Wu Yong's family was in chaos. In this situation, Wu Yong could only guard his wife Dong Shi tightly. As a little old man who was more than ten years older than him, he had no way to resist anything else.

"Bang bang bang!"

Wu Yong stood on the balcony with a pistol and secretly aimed at the body of the living servant and fired three shots in succession. Wu Yong aimed for a long time for fear that he would miss the target.

"Buzz!!!"

The servant was seen waving his sword with both hands, trying to block Wu Yong's bullets.

"Puff puff!!!"

But for some reason, before he mutated, it was easy for the Living Servant to chop bullets with a knife, but after swinging the knife for a long time, he still made three bloody holes in his body.

"Can you please stop shooting randomly, old man? I want to have a fair competition with him. Bullets hurt me, don't you know?"

Huo Shi's words aroused the fighting spirit of Zhao Jun. For such a long time, no one had taken the initiative to compete with them in swordsmanship.

I just don't know how far your despicable methods have reached.

"Boss Wu! This is a fight between our swordsmen! Non-combatants should not participate! Just protect the wife and the women! Let's compete in swordsmanship! I will never lose!"

Zhao Jun gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and a surge of fierceness seemed to cut through the cold wind around him like a substance.

At this moment, the blood flowing from Zhao Jun's wounds was frozen by the extremely low temperature, which also made Zhao Jun's sword intent burst out with bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"What a strong and mean spirit! Looks like I have to show some real skills."

The living servant held two swords in his hands, and then wisps of black air emerged from his body, constantly colliding with the sword intent that was coming towards him.

Before he had super powers, he was definitely the best among swordsmen. But after he acquired super powers, he became arrogant and stopped practicing his swordsmanship properly.

There is no reason. His superpower is immortality, which is completely different from Pig Man and King Kong's super-fast regeneration. He will not die even if Husky cuts off his head.

"Come on! Let's see whether your swordsmanship is stronger! Or my cheap swordsmanship is stronger!"

The live servant rushed towards the Zhao army first and directly attacked the enemy!

The key to a cheap method is the word cheap! I'll first teach you a Duan Kun sword technique!

The competition between swordsmanship and crude magic has officially begun!