The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1192

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
Page 1192
That kind of… precise and changeable control, I am afraid that only in his heyday can he barely escape.
How did he do it, to cross the control power of two great realms… The thoughts in his heart were fleeting, and the battle-hardened general immediately calmed down his undue emotions. Looking at the blue mist on his legs, he knew that This is the prelude to 【Falling Stakes】-Landmark.
Then in the next moment, it will be the main attack and ultimate move of [falling wood stake]! He raised his head suddenly, holding up the battle axe as if facing the enemy, holding the handle of the axe in one hand, and the axe body in the other, struggling to raise his head high.
Strange fluctuations came from the void! A wooden stake that was about one foot wide and two feet long was transformed out of thin air, and slammed down with great force.
Bang! The battle axe was short, forcing the middle-aged battle axe to bend his knees slightly.
However, before he stood up straight, the second wooden stakes of the illusion of the void came one after another.
How could it be! It shouldn’t be so fast! The middle-aged battle axe was horrified, and veins appeared on his hands.
Chapter 147 Icy Hell
Bang! Bang! Bang! The middle-aged battle axe was stunned by each smash, and when three consecutive smashes fell, the middle-aged battle axe was already bleeding from the corners of his mouth.
A weak, tired, wounded body may rely on muscle density to defend against sharpness, but a heavy blunt impact can shock the inner palace.
Even if the root bone muscles are strong, the veins and dantian have no true energy to maintain, and become: fragile.
The wooden stake kept oscillating and beating repeatedly, which had caused his internal injuries to stack up.
Pfft! He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes instantly turned red.
The power exceeds that of the ninth-grade talisman carving.
This is not a 【falling stake】 at all.
The middle-aged battle axe roared furiously, squeezed out the last potential, and the faint red glow of the whole body pushed the wooden stake above his head abruptly.
“drink!”
His body froze abruptly, but the next moment, the stake fell again, bending his back again.
Ye Ling saw everything about the middle-aged battle axe in his eyes, and his face gradually showed joy: “Smash it! Smash this bastard to death.”
However, the next moment! His smile froze.
Since the fifth wooden stake fell, there has been no more derivation of the stake in the void, and even the middle-aged blue mist attached to the battle axe has faded away without a trace.
There were only [-] items originally, but now there are only [-] items of fake super quality! Ye Ling felt very uncomfortable.
The middle-aged tomahawk felt that there were no more stakes falling on his head, he couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief, a feeling of the rest of his life spread in his heart, he couldn’t help laughing wildly: “Hahaha…I know, I know Heck [falling stakes] won’t last forever.
It’s gone now, it’s gone! You die.”
He burst into a grin and swung his battle axe violently.
“Clang”
The battle axe was thrown to the ground! The middle-aged battle axe stopped laughing, turned his head and looked at the battle axe lying beside him, and looked down at his hands in horror, only to see that his hands were white and bloodless, his fingers were weak, and even lost. consciousness.
He slowly raised his head and took a deep look at Ye Ling’s carry-on bag. The next moment, he staggered around and fled to the east of the city desperately.
Ye Ling was a little stunned…. What happened in front of him exceeded too much expectations! He actually ran… don’t even try to run! Ye Ling’s face flashed a ferocious look, and he immediately chased after him.
However! Before he could take two steps, his knees softened and he fell to the ground.
After crawling a few times, he barely stood up.
Seeing the middle-aged battle axe run farther and farther… “Hey!”
A deep sigh suddenly sounded, and at the same time, light blue light and shadow flickered on Chengdong Road.
That… Chen San, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, his icy eyes fixed on the middle-aged battle axe who fled in embarrassment.
Chen San closed his left chest that had been cut open, and a strange smile appeared on his face distorted by pain.
The breath of danger suddenly filled the air, and even the night wind stopped blowing.
The middle-aged Tomahawk felt strange, turned his head and looked at it, his eyes were filled with horror, he accidentally stumbled on his foot, rolled on the ground for two times before he got up in a panic, and then continued to use his hands and feet to escape from the scene.
Chen San sneered, and his hoarse voice was like a ghostly wind, which made one’s body feel cold: “Damage, let’s die together!”
He tore apart the ruined half of his body violently, blood splashed and sprayed all over the ground, like a terrifying Shura field.
And the sound like tearing a strip of cloth is even more creepy.
Ah, the roar of pain went straight to Xiao Han, and the light blue infuriating qi poured out from his wound like a dyke, all the infuriating energy and potential turned into a freezing fog, spinning like a tornado and rushing towards the battle axe. middle aged.
嘭
Chapter 148 A Deep Understanding
The sound of the impact was unusually low, but it made one’s heart tremble.
It smashed into all directions, kept expanding outwards, and the cold mist swept wildly, but everything it crossed was covered with frost, and in an instant, a ten-foot radius turned into a cold hell.
The middle-aged battle axe still maintained the posture of crawling up in confusion, his expression was full of panic, he was motionless, like a stone sculpture.
But if you observe carefully, you will find that a layer of light transparent luster circulates on the surface of his body, wrapping him like a film.
Suddenly! Suddenly, an ice thorn shot out from the ground, accurately stabbing the middle-aged battle axe.
Whoop! The middle-aged tomahawk shattered into pieces.
Quiet! The empty east of the city has become: silent.