Old Man suddenly let out a muffled groan, his face turned slightly pale, his brows furrowed deeply, as if he felt something, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his head.
Zhao Zicheng seemed to have guessed Old Man's reaction and stepped forward fiercely.
A Tai is at the back, and the movements are synchronized.
At this time, Old Man felt as if there were figures constantly moving around in his mind, stimulating his nerves crazily.
If you look carefully, every figure seems to be someone he has killed before.
"Seeking death!"
Stimulated by the headache, Old Man's eyes gradually turned ferocious, he let out a cold snort, and the energy in his body suddenly exploded.
Brutal energy swept through the room.
A Tai, who was about to rush in front of Old Man, could only stop under the devastation of the energy, blocking his face with his hands, unable to move even an inch.
Zhao Zicheng's eyes lit up and he completely gave up the idea of defense. Instead, he opened his arms again and allowed the terrifying energy to wreak havoc on his body.
And while he was wreaking havoc, he frantically threw Medicinal Pills into his mouth.
Yeah, Medicinal Pills for healing.
Sun Wen bought it with a lot of money, but to Zhao Zicheng, it seems like it costs nothing.
Restore energy in Medicinal Pills, as well as Skill itself in Sandbag.
A two-pronged approach!
At this moment, Zhao Zicheng seemed to be an invincible Xiaoqiang, surviving this energy storm.
But he held on, and Old Man felt uncomfortable.
The energy storm gradually ceased.
Old Man's eyes were already filled with tears.
Combined with Mu Yu's third skill, Soul Entry, Old Man's mental state has already deteriorated to a certain extent.
I have a splitting headache, want to cry, feel uncomfortable, and even want to die.
Even if Sixth Awakening Mental Power is powerful and has natural resistance to these, it will still be invaded eventually.
Old Man was breathing heavily, bending over slightly, looking a little tired.
And a roar like a wild beast suddenly came from behind him.
A Tai, who had regained his mobility, suddenly rushed towards Old Man, grabbed Old Man's arms, and trapped him tightly in front of him.
Lin Xiaoxiao appeared silently in front of Old Man again. A sharp cold light appeared on Spear, and it was aimed at Old Man's heart and stabbed suddenly.
After being tempered by Tail-Ender, their cooperation has become extremely tacit.
Even many coordinations do not need to be described. With just a look, each other understands each other's intentions.
Spear enters the body.
This time Old Man didn't even have the energy to defend himself.
But Lin Xiaoxiao not only did not feel joy, but frowned.
Spear only penetrated half an inch, as if it were inserted into an iron plate, and it was difficult to penetrate at all.
Old Man and Muscles are tight, clamping the gun tip firmly into the body.
Old Man, who gradually regained his clarity, panted heavily, raised his head, looked at Lin Xiaoxiao and showed a cold smile, "I admit, I underestimated you."
"But you... also underestimated Sixth Awakening Person."
"If a few ants can kill Sixth Awakening, then our status will not be so high..."
As he spoke, Old Man grinned, and scarlet scales appeared out of thin air on his chest, completely immobilizing Spear.
He didn't even care about A Tai. He just dragged A Tai's body, slowly raised his arm, grabbed it on the gun shaft, first pulled the gun tip out of his body, and at that moment took a step forward, inserting his long nails into Lin Xiaoxiao's Temple.
Lin Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth and reluctantly let go of Spear, and the figure disappeared.
But...
"Is it true that I... will do it for the second time?"
Old Man Facing this scene, his smile became even more cruel.
He didn't even look back, he just threw out the Lin Xiaoxiao and Spear in his hand, which was located exactly above Big White.
In fact, his movement was faster than Lin Xiaoxiao Teleportation.
At the critical moment, Big White let out a cry and tried to move.
Lin Xiaoxiao appears above Big White.
Spear almost rubbed her body and was plugged into the wall behind.
Streams of blood continued to gush out from Lin Xiaoxiao's arm.
Under the stimulation of pain, her face turned slightly pale, but she still stared at Old Man, pulled out Spear, and held it in her hand again.
It seems that he noticed that Lin Xiaoxiao was injured, Big White became a little manic, his claws were constantly grinding on the ground, and his eyes were even more fierce.
A Tai is still trying hard to trap Old Man's shoulders.
But Old Man just stomped his feet lightly.
Rhythm appeared in the air, just like Power of Rules.
A Tai His hands loosened uncontrollably.
Old Man turned around and kicked A Tai in the chest, causing him to fly backwards and hit the ground, coughing non-stop.
"Shrimp soldiers and crab generals."
"Ink Academy, did that teach you naive, arrogant losers?"
"No wonder the death rate is so high."
"Today, I would like to add to the tradition of the Ink Academy's extremely high death rate!"
Old Man chuckled. At this moment, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Even if Sun Wen spoke again, he was ignored.
Until...
"The writing is black and white, the tomb letter is successful or not."
"The fourth skill..."
"Soul Severing..."
Mu Yu's somewhat weak voice suddenly sounded.
A large amount of black energy gushes out and hovers in the void, eventually forming a Tai Chi-like shape of Yin-Yang intersecting, constantly rotating, and finally forming a complex text that leaps into the tomb.
This time, nothing happened around Old Man's body.
But his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Still..."
"Not enough..."
Mu Yu reluctantly raised his head and glanced at Old Man standing in the distance. His lips were already a little white and his eyes were wandering.
But he shook his head slightly and took a deep breath.
The black energy emerged again.
In the void, he used his hand as a pen, black air as ink, and Gravestone as a book, and he picked up the pen again...
But this time, every time he made a move, it was very difficult.
Even his face became paler.
Even he himself was not sure whether he could finish writing the fifth word.