In fact, before Sif had left his spear, the curse was already known at wartime. After all, Siv is preparing for the action generously in the sky, and the principle of this move is very simple, so as long as the eyes are not blind, you can see its intention.

And if it's still like the last time, it's just a simple spear piercing attack, the cursed warrior is not afraid at all, and even a little unwanted. Isn't it just a plugged in, what's the big deal? And when you insert it again, you can clamp your body and confiscate the tools of the crime.

But can this kind of attack still be carried hard with the body? If this kind of attack is hit, if you are unlucky, it will be amputated below the head, and if you are lucky, you will be cut in half on the spot!

The cursed warrior now has a hatred in his heart, why is his boss so picky! If you don't match me with a single aircraft, forget it, let's study it. But I'm the strongest soldier in the village, so why don't you get me the equipment!

And my requirements are not high, you can even give me a rifle for ordinary soldiers, otherwise I wouldn't be so passive now.

But it was useless to talk about it now, and the Cursed Warrior stared at the long length of Sif's hand, leaning down and digging his hands deep into the ground.

Penetrate the immortality of the Rakshasa!

Now is the time!

The moment the rapidly spinning spear left Sif's hand, the cursed warrior's hands in the ground unleashed a tremendous force, and a large chunk of the earth flew up, colliding with the bloodfall in the air.

However, it is undoubtedly wishful thinking to intercept Sif's attack at once. The boulder that was lifted up was shattered the moment it came into contact with the spear.

The Cursed Warrior knew this, and all he hoped for was that the stone would slow down the spear's flight, so the moment he threw the stone, he began to dodge.

Poof! There was a dull sound of sandbags being spilled. The Cursed Warrior was already slow, and although he used his best cunning, he was still hit. But he had avoided the worst.

Sif really hit this move towards his waist, if he hit it solidly, he would definitely be able to cut the cursed warrior in half on the spot, even if he wouldn't die because of it, when a person with only half of the body left, would it be difficult to kill?

But the Cursed Warrior's extreme dodge saved him. The cursed warrior before now fell to the ground on one knee, his body seemed to have been forcibly ripped off a large piece, his right abdomen and right crotch were gone, and his right leg was only barely connected to his body by some flesh and skin.

But such a miserable end is much better than being cut in half. After all, the Cursed Warrior has a strong ability to regenerate, and this kind of injury can still recover, but if he is cut in two, he can't grow the lower half of his body out of thin air.

But now, though there were some flesh buds, wriggling wildly around the edge of his wound, the Cursed Warrior was sure that he wasn't waiting for his wound there. Instead, he struggled to stand up, not caring if his right leg would fall, and was about to throw himself backwards when he turned around.

Because the Blood Waterfall was not far behind him, he didn't want to suffer this kind of attack a second time, and whether he could dodge it next time was a matter of two questions. So he can only use the old way to forcibly hack the weapons that belong to others.

But as soon as he turned around, he took a limp step and was stunned on the spot. The left hand subconsciously saved, and touched the complete waist over there, and sure enough, something was missing.

I saw a blood-red waterfall stuck in the ground, sprinkled with blood and minced flesh from the cursed warrior's body, which was nothing remarkable. But the point is, there are a few things that flash red light and flashes there!

In fact, the Cursed Warrior is not completely unequipped, he has a tactical belt with anti-gravity grenades. But he didn't use them when he fought with Sif anymore. Because after all, this is a range-of-range weapon, and it can't be used in hand-to-hand combat when it's close, and when Shef flies into the sky when it's far away...

The Cursed Warrior said that he was an alien and the strongest soldier of a race, but he still hadn't mastered the magic of blowing up a plane in the sky with a grenade.

And Sif 's attack just now shattered half of the cursed warrior's waist at once, and the tactical belt tied around his waist was naturally within the range of the attack. Now the belt has naturally been shredded, and the grenades are scattered, and several of them don't know where they flew, but the remaining ones are still scattered next to the blood waterfall. And after this toss, their safety latches have fallen off.

At this time, the cursed warrior didn't care about the weapons that went to the black man's house, and turned around and was about to run. However, the celestial Sif waved his hand slightly, and the blood waterfall flew upside down, piercing the faint connection between the cursed warrior and his own legs, and returning to the hands of his own master.

The cursed warrior now completely lost his right leg and fell to the ground all of a sudden, but he still didn't give up, and stood upside down with his hands on the ground, running forward with his hands and feet. But before he could run far, several gravity vortices unfolded behind him, and he was sucked back at once.

If it is a tragedy to be just hit by an anti-gravity grenade and crushed by a strong gravity, then the cursed warrior can only be described as a coffee table. Because there are several gravitational vortices behind him, and the directions are also different.

As a result, he was now torn apart by a strong force of gravity from different directions, as if he had suffered a car split.

Listening to the sound of his own dislocated and dislocated bones, the Cursed Warrior vaguely remembered what Malekis said to himself as he left, "This is... My fate?!"

Tearing a sound, people often use dolls to describe those who are torn apart. And that description couldn't be more apt now for cursed warriors. Because of the huge wound on his body that had not yet had time to heal, after being subjected to such a strong gravity, the blood of the cursed warrior's whole body was instantly drained from this wound. His body was like shriveled cotton wool, devoured by the gravity circles.

When everything calmed down, Sif slowly fell from the sky, just like when he transformed, the wings behind him wrapped themselves, and then turned into a little light and dispersed, and Sif in his normal form was revealed.

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