Chapter 135: The Death of the Cold Dance (6)
At the same time, two magical defenses lit up in front of the sword demon at the right time, and these defensive magics were different from ordinary magic, and they did not belong to any kind of attribute at all. It's just that this kind of magic is more powerful than it, and it is more freewheeling!
Boom Boom! The Styx hit the sword demon's defensive magic, wave after wave of impact, making him gradually frown, the sword of the dark path Shura is worthy of being a sharp weapon created by the Shura monarch himself, and the power is really different.
Gradually, Han Wu's body was filled with a red glow, making her more and more weird, and the blood around her seemed to be pulled by a force, quickly flowing towards Han Wu, and was swallowed by the sword of Shura.
With the occurrence of this vision, the surrounding villagers who became frantic were slightly stunned, and then bowed down to her one after another.
"Ha Lu Ha A hoarse and deep voice spit out from Han Wu's mouth, the Sword Demon's eyes turned grim, he pursed his lips, and said lightly: "Shura Sovereign, now is not the time for you to be resurrected, you better go back!" ”
"Mortal, look at your strength is good, be my first fierce general in the conquest of the continent!" Han Wu looked at the Sword Demon with red eyes, and said coldly.
"Hmph, I said it, you better go back!" The Sword Demon snorted coldly, his eyes turned grim, and a black magic sword appeared in front of him, exuding a power that was no less than the sword of Shura.
"Don't be ashamed, since you don't know the current affairs, then die!" The Shura monarch frowned slightly, feeling the extraordinaryness of that magic sword, knowing that the man in front of him was not a master to be messed with, he immediately waved the sword of Shura decisively, and countless undead pounced on the sword demon again.
The sword demon instantly laid three magic defenses in front of him, and the magic sword was driven by him, and it went towards the cold dance ****, the speed of the magic sword was too amazing, and the pupils of the Shura monarch shrank suddenly, and he didn't have time to take precautions, and he was pierced and nailed to the ground at once.
With this blow, Han Wu's consciousness instantly sobered up, and the power of the Shura Sword fell silent again. At this moment, Han Wu's consciousness was very blurred, but she could see that the Sword Demon was walking towards her step by step, and she had no power to resist.
Are you going to die? Han Wu thought secretly, she remembered Huyan Qingshu, in every crisis, he would show up for herself to block all dangers. It's a pity that this time, Huyan Qingshu didn't appear.
Then, Han Wu remembered the man in white, with a handsome appearance and a cold temperament, he had saved himself twice, but he couldn't save him a second time.
It seems, is it really going to die? At this time, miracles are no longer possible, she hates it! Why is his strength so weak, why doesn't the sleeping strength appear at this time, can he only be tortured and killed by the man in front of him?
However, the Sword Demon walked up to her, but instead of killing her, he took the Sword of Shura from her hand. The Sword Demon grabbed the sword of Shura, looked at the fierce sword that had regained its dark color, and directly threw down the cold dance, turned around and left coldly.
Han Wu couldn't help laughing at herself, could it be that she was so weak that this man couldn't raise his killing intent? It's just that she believes that this will be the most wrong thing the Sword Demon has done, as long as she can survive, then the Sword Demon will definitely regret not killing her today.
It's just that the sword demon is gone, but those villagers are very manic, and without the deterrence of the sword of Shura, these mutated villagers surrounded step by step, and their eyes were red, eager to pounce and bite immediately.
"Roar!" A mutated villager roared angrily and pounced on Han Wu, who pulled the corners of her mouth sadly, but she didn't expect that she would eventually become food for these mutant villagers.
The next moment, Han Wu couldn't help but feel weak and passed out. Perhaps, this is also a kind of happiness, not having to watch yourself being eaten away by these monsters.