The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

The big magic wand was like a lively symbol floating around him, like a vivid fish, with scarlet and white colors interwoven into strands being pulled by it, passing back and forth between it and Li Cang. Li Cang's eyes, physically, visually, and with real blood in his eyes, shuttled back and forth in the sticky fog, like an evil demon from outside the domain described in some dangerous literature.

It was as if the actual aura was stirring the fog, washing out a series of terrifying water ripples.

"What are you looking at?"

Li Cang suddenly jumped up, and Isoleye's Burning took action, and the big magic wand and him split into two different trajectories and ran towards the same goal.

Li Cang's movement quickly stirred up the turbulence of the thick fog, disturbing the layers of electric light branches and then turning into countless large and small plasma balls, some of which were even slightly cute, but these plasma balls failed to perform random magic with him as the center as in the previous test. At the same time, the large magic wand with multiple attributes of armor-breaking, destruction, ruin, and magic-breaking made a smart tail swing, and the red and white energy turbulence instantly annihilated these plasma balls into nothingness.

Isoleye's Burning lit up the thick fog, reflecting the panicked backs of more than a dozen people running for their lives in different locations.

Rushing forward is an operation that only crude warriors would like. Li Cang was so disdainful, but the other party was too slow, and it felt that if they didn't take it seriously, they would really try to use this self-deceiving fog to capture Cang's sustainable blockade and siege.

At this time, the other party finally realized how ridiculous this thick fog was for the ghost in front of him: "This rotten thing is useless except for hindering the actions of its own people! Damn it! Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"

"Huh?"

There is no shortage of colonizers in this world, but the guy who guards the current status of the thriving development of the 3/7 base belongs to the American Federation is very interesting. As the saying goes, a filial son is born under the stick. The big magic wand suddenly turned, accelerated twice in the air, and the tip tore out two consecutive arc shock waves, and the joints instantly turned red.

The blond and blue-eyed man who was originally pointed at by the big magic wand was so moved that tears came out of the corners of his eyes: Good man, what kind of behavior is this, what kind of unyielding, undemanding and fearless internationalism is this?

The guy who was talking didn't expect that the big magic wand could be so flexible as to turn at right angles and accelerate gracefully. He was already hit by the Burning of Isoleye and couldn't do a second evasive action. He chose to resist directly. He made seals with his hands frantically. The traces of finger marks bloomed like lotus in his dantian, and quickly condensed into a heavy octagonal shield with dazzling golden light, blocking the front direction.

Boom~

The octagonal shield seemed illusory, but it had the same sense of impact as a real entity. The fragments splashed between the two people like meteors, accompanied by a very considerable killing effect. Once those fragments touched the human body, they would cause a secondary explosion. Li Cang was caught off guard and the ferocious dragon robe turned directly into a beggar's outfit, with holes all over the front and blood gushing out.

"Hey! You poof--"

The man just smiled and seemed ready to make some sarcastic remarks, but he suddenly realized something. His face, which was red with excitement and excitement, turned pale as paper in an instant. A series of hideous cracks, even more exaggerated than those on Li Cang's body, burst out, and the blood gushed out at a very fast speed, so that he almost became a human spray bottle. The blood turned into mist about half a foot away from the body.

Li Cang's grappling action did not change at all due to the injury. During the opponent's stiff time, he held his shoulder steadily with one hand and raised his leg and knee.

The sound of some kind of flesh ball breaking was followed by the explosion of bones breaking.

Four or five pale fragments the size of a baby's fist exploded directly from the skin of the lumbar spine and flew out with blood.

"Hiss" He casually threw the boiled flesh and bones of this guy on the ground, wiped his hands, wiped his hands again, wiped his hands desperately, and didn't even look at him. Li Cang sucked his teeth and sighed: "It hurts just thinking about it. Well, I'll give you a piece of evil fire. Enjoy the last moment of your life. It is said that the more painful the way of death, the more solid the soul will be. This will help you reincarnate as soon as possible. Don't look at me. I heard it from novels. I just enlighten you and do good deeds by the way. Don't take it too seriously."

In the domain of the Silver Ridge Giant Beast, the big devil himself is still there. To a certain extent, it can almost represent that the concept of "injury" has been erased from this space node and replaced by "death". If there are some bones left, it must be said that Liliana happened to be away, otherwise the soul would be rubbed and boiled into soup for you.

Taking this one out, the Silver Bell Giant Beast is obviously inferior to Liliana.

Is it appropriate to eat it raw?

It's insulting!

After dealing with this guy with a local accent, Li Cang's level of physical pleasure immediately went up a big step. He was like a spring breeze, smiling, and took long steps without hesitation to rush straight to the next crowd gathering point--

"Here he comes! He comes again!"

"What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?!"

"Fuck, a bunch of pigs who are more likely to cause trouble than to do good. It is a shame for me to share the same land with guys like you!"

"Watch out for the sword!"

The next second, a giant arrow at least three meters long, dark and seemingly able to swallow light, shot Li Cang through head-on. Swish, swish, swish, two more arrows with tricky angles and attached with some kind of binding force field and poison turned him into a human tripod, nailing him to the ground. A hazy halo flowed from the arrow feathers to the arrow clusters. The force field grasped the ground under his feet. As Li Cang exerted force, the ground was shaking violently.

Li Cang:

First, the guy on the opposite side was obviously holding back bad things. This "kanjian" was specially pronounced in poor Chinese.

Second, a rather embarrassing question. Li Cang's usual style is to do everything possible to maximize the effectiveness of his father's vest. After all, this thing is really easy to use and occasionally has a higher output than his full-strength attack, so for various attacks, he will try his best to restrain his instinct to avoid them from beginning to end.

Swords and arrows are usually not the same thing, but sometimes, swords, arrows and meanness seem to be the same thing

emmm

Let me think about it, if I am not mistaken, then I should remember it correctly, the last time I was nailed into a caltrop like this was last time, anyway, you are a fucking habitual offender!

Crack.

With a terrifying and hair-raising sound, the big magic wand turned around and smashed its owner and three extremely tough arrows into pieces on the ground.