While the spirit game is in progress

"You have no patience as a player." Angel sculpture complained in his tone, "I just let you experience it directly to let you understand more clearly what kind of game it is."

With the sound of the angel sculpture, the hall fell silent, and the gasp of the woman in the cheongsam and the cry of pain from the man in the mandarin jacket disappeared.

Ye Dill looked down, where there were women in cheongsam and men in mandarin jackets.

The entire hall was empty, just like when she first entered the game.

"Are you finally willing to speak?" Ye Diluo didn't withdraw her hand, and directly aimed at the angel's face with a sword.

The sword pierced firmly, and the sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the hard marble always made people feel uncomfortable.

Ye Dill blinked her eyes: "It's really possible to pierce in... so can I use this sword to kill you directly, so that I don't have to play your spirit game."

The angel's face has completely collapsed, with an angry expression: "Quickly draw your sword out! Do you think I won't hurt?"

"You didn't scream, so how would I know you were in pain?" Ye Diluo finished speaking naturally, and drew out the 【Cold Night Sword】.

Then she pointed the tip of the sword at the position of the angel's head.

He secretly poked and poked and considered whether he could kill the spirit creature by splitting his head, or whether it would be effective if he cut it into pieces.

After all, marble sculptures and the like, even though they are made to be tall, are actually brainless, so there should be no fatal injuries.

I feel that it is more reliable to disassemble the eight pieces.Yushuwu

Just when Ye Dill was figuring out how to cut it to save trouble, the angel sculpture spoke again: "Don't waste your time, your sword is very powerful, but it can only tear me apart, but it won't kill me. Once the game is over, I can still go back to how I was."

"That's it..." Ye Dill showed a disappointed look, and then cut off the angel's head with a sword.

"Damn it!" The angel's head rolled in mid-air, but he still couldn't help swearing, "I told you that your sword can't kill me, why are you still doing it!"

Then the marble head fell heavily to the ground, even with a thick blanket as a cushion, it still made a loud muffled sound.

A piece of the floor was even dented.

"How do I know if you're telling the truth or a lie? Would you take the initiative to admit that you could be killed by something?" Ye Diluo rubbed his wrist, "Your head is really heavy."

Her hands were numb.

[Hanming Sword] is already quite sharp, cutting iron like mud, but maybe because the sculpture is too big, or maybe because the sculpture has become a spiritual object, although her sword looks sharp, it is actually Still quite strenuous.

"Chong didn't stop you from doing it!" Angel turned his head half a circle, his face was up, his eyes were staring at Ye Diluo, "I have never met a player like you, who would kill me as soon as he came up. "

"It's reasonable, I waited a long time to cut you, and I didn't cut you right away." Ye Diluo said, and cut the angel's arm with a sword.

The huge arm fell next to the angel's head, making the sound even louder and denting the floor a little more.

"Damn!" The angel looked angry, "They say it's useless to chop it up! Why did you chop it up again!"