I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 142 Lan

Near the entrance of Beicheng City Village.

Bian Zhengxin held on to the extremely thin silver-gray long knife in one hand, and the yellowed bandage wrapped around his arm like a tarsal maggot.

Looking around at the three Nightmare Lords who fell in front of him and gradually disintegrated into black mist, Makino's calm voice fell in his ears.

It's over there?
Bian Zhengxin murmured, with a look of horror on his face.

In Makino's report, it took only a few tens of seconds for the green face to appear strange.

He didn't know if the situation on Makino's side was the same as his here, where there were more than thirty Nightmare Lords all over the place.

But just solving a blue-faced treachery in such a short period of time was enough to shock him.

He felt he couldn't do that.

After a sigh, Bian Zhengxin Hengdao's chest, the moment the spiritual energy surged in his body, the invisible wind whirls wrapped in a sharp momentum and formed an arc-shaped wind wall in front of him.

The wind wall blocked the strange mist that was constantly soaking into his body, Bian Zhengxin's eyes opened and closed to reveal a gleam of light, and the long knife in his hand seemed to emit a trace of indigo blue halo in response to the surging breath on his body.

The moment the blue halo lit up, countless solid blue wind blades burst out from the blade towards the six-headed Nightmare Lord who was approaching Xiangbian Zhengxin.

The indigo wind blade passed by and drew a bright indigo thin line in the night full of mist, as if cutting the mist apart, and even the Nightmare Lord who opened his stinky mouth towards Bian Zhengxin also stagnated. In situ.

"Puff! Puff!."

The heads of the six nightmare masters fell, and the six pairs of scarlet eyes were still full of doubts before losing consciousness.

After beheading the six-headed Nightmare Lord, Bian Zhengxin swung the long knife in his hand and stared at the blue-faced ghost standing on the roof.

Bian Zhengxin didn't say a word, his expression was dignified, and he gathered his momentum, and the blue-faced ghost on the roof also stood up with a gloomy face, and grabbed the parapet of the roof with his toes.

The fierce momentum of both sides was on the verge of breaking out.

The howling wind pushed away the surrounding black mist, revealing Meng Hao who had fallen unconscious not far behind Bian Zhengxin.

With so many Nightmare Lords releasing mental stabs, Meng Hao only persisted for a moment before falling into the Nightmare Lord.

Bian Zhengxin, who had a solid mental strength, did not respond to the spiritual thorn released by the Nightmare Lord at all.

Bian Zhengxin ignored the Nightmare Lord who was gathering around him. A rootless evil wind suddenly rose under his feet, and Bian Zhengxin's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

When he flashed his figure again, Bian Zhengxin had already broken through the defense line of more than twenty Nightmare Lords and appeared in front of the blue face.

Looking at the upside-down fangs on the sinister blue face, Bian Zhengxin waved the long knife in his hand, and whispered: "Lan!"

As the voice fell, an indigo light glowed all over Bian Zhengxin's body, and in an instant, the psionic energy of his body and his spirit merged into a dark blue blade that filled the sky.

The hundreds of dark blue sharp blades trembling in the sky caused the surrounding air to stir up a raging gust of wind.

"Kuang Lan!" Bian Zhengxin spoke again.

In an instant, hundreds of blue sharp blades attacked Qingmian as if they had received an order.

Qingmian, who was clutching the parapet tightly, was calm and unruffled, with a cold expression on his face.

Facing hundreds of blue sharp blades stabbing at him, Qingmiangui took out a black bone flute from the belt twisted from rags around his waist.

It moved very quickly, and at the moment when the sharp blade was about to approach, Qingmiangui blew the bone flute.

A melodious and thin flute sounded, and hundreds of sharp blades stopped in front of Qingmiangui as if the pause button had been pressed.

Gently pulling the corner of his mouth, the blue-faced ghost looked at the sharp blade in front of him, which was constantly moving in the hands of several hollows on the bone flute, interspersed with the black mist that he had blown into the bone flute.

A piercing flute sound swayed from the bone flute.

Standing proudly in the sky, Bian Zhengxin wasn't surprised that his move was blocked, and he didn't expect that he could kill Qingmiangui with one blow.

Bian Zhengxin waved his hand to close his hearing as he listened to the piercing sound of the flute played by the blue face.

But the sound of the flute not only acts on the body, but also constantly erodes his spiritual power.

Without any hesitation, Bian Zhengxin turned around quickly and rushed towards Qingmiangui, the silver-gray long knife in his hand pointed directly at the bone flute in Qingmiangui's hand.

"sulfuric acid!"

Slashing on the bone flute with a knife, Bian Zhengxin frowned and looked at the blue-faced Wei who suddenly regained his composure.

It seems that when playing the bone flute, the blue-faced ghost should have fallen into an unknown state, causing it to freeze in place.

Grasping the moment when the blue face was in a trance, Bian Zhengxin decisively slashed at the blue face's head.

Each of these monsters has weird abilities, but the combat experience and even the combat ability are not as rich as humans who have undergone long-term training.

This is the only advantage humans have over weirdness.

"Pfft!"

The long knife slashed across the blue-faced and treacherous neck, as if submerged in a mass of fluid, and Xin Xin suddenly felt blocked in his hand.

After a slight sigh, Bian Zhengxin looked down at the green-brown liquid object wrapped around his ankle, and his eyes were slightly fixed as an invisible storm was blasting from his body.

The moment the bluish-brown liquid object touched this invisible storm, it was cut into countless pieces.

"Huh?" Bian Zhengxin, who watched the crumbs falling in mid-air, became suspicious.

He has some doubts about the strength of this blue-faced treacherous head.

"It shouldn't be so weak." Lost for a moment, Bian Zhengxin turned around and began to deal with the Nightmare Lord on the battlefield.

At the gate of the Chengli Middle School, Makino bent down and took a black bag with a green face in his hand.

"This will also explode the equipment?"

"I don't know." Qin Shiyun frowned and stared at the black bracelet in Mu Ye's hand.

I don't know what material it is made of, Mu Ye didn't dare to let Qin Shiyun touch it.

The bracelet is a flat knot bracelet, made of unknown black metal, with a few small black leaves hanging from the twisted joint of the bracelet.

The leaves are arc-shaped, and the lines on them are the same as the leaves that are generally seen.

Clutching the bracelet in his hand, Mu Ye turned to look at Qin Shiyun and said, "I seem to have found three strange faces with green faces."

"No, it should be four." Mu Ye changed his words and said, "Li Henshui also found it."

"Four heads?" Qin Shiyun's expression was serious.

If this time it is a Level [-] strange fog, then there should not be only these four heads of Level [-] weirdness, but more.

Now she and Muye have basically searched the area in the southwest city, and the progress of Bian Zhengxin should not be slower than them.

If it's really a level [-] strange fog, then they shouldn't have only met a level [-] weird one.

With a silent sigh in her heart, Qin Shiyun lowered her head and looked ugly.

"It's not impossible to break through the fifth-level strange fog." Mu Ye comforted Qin Shiyun with a dignified expression.

As he spoke, Makino looked around, and the strangeness had long since dissipated into a black mist, leaving only a mess on the ground.

"Let's meet up with Li Henshui first."

(End of this chapter)