In this flat offshore sea, it seems that the nasty thing of pot oil will happen again. The aura of Abailou grew brighter and larger, and finally enveloped the sea for hundreds of meters.

In the middle of it, I only felt that my whole body was controlled by Abayr.

"It's disgusting. The Naga prophetess said to the pot of oil.

"But it's just irresistible. She added, with a thick smile on her face, she is a Naga anyway, even if she really can't beat it, it is happy to meet such an opponent, if she can force out his hole cards, it would be good to report it to Her Majesty.

"Pot oil, you know you probably won't be able to leave. The Naga Prophetess said.

"Give your body and mind to Her Majesty. Pot oil said firmly.

"Since you say so, I have no worries. The Naga prophetess smiled, three pairs of arms growing out of the back of the pot of oil, she held the trident in both hands, and the other three were like the deadly claws of spiders, glittering with a seductive cold light. "If you use it up this time, your body may never be able to repair it again. ”

"At all costs. Said the pot of oil.

The trident combined with the extra arm made the pot oil a complete fighting machine, and the cold light and the cold light were hitting each other, and the newborn arm could actually block Eve's slash.

The Naga Prophet is indeed tricky, but Abay never thought that there was such a good thing in this world, and only need to attach the spirit to improve his strength, if this is the case, then why did he train himself desperately?

Hehe. Abaylou sneered.

He was much stronger with his weapons than he was when he was empty-handed, and what the pot of oil told the Naga Prophetess was that he had not yet shown his true skill.

"All this suffering is the result of Naga's own suffering. Abay Lou set up the trident of the Naga prophetess and said coldly, "But you do not understand that you want to coat yourselves with the cloak of loyalty." ”

He threw a foot into the Naga prophetess's chest, throwing it off balance, followed by an endless rush of attacks. It was clear that Abailou was tired of the trembling of playing with the Naga prophetess—more like intellectual curiosity urging Abailou to end it as soon as possible.

Naga flesh and blood, I can't wait.

The demon was smiling, this was Abaylou's own will.

As Abaylou said, nothing can affect him, only whether he is willing to do it or not. If he didn't want to, even if he was really forced by an irresistible divine power, Abay Lou would not frown.

"Every part of Naga's body is made for fighting, and even their tails can be blades that pierce the heart. If I had to say that I had any strengths, it would probably be the strong legs of human beings. Abaylou thought, "The Naga prophetess has dealt well with the frontal response, and she has seen through all the constant attacks. ”

Thinking like this, Abaylou had already decided how to deal a fatal blow to the Naga prophetess.

At the moment when Abaylou changed his offensive, the Naga prophetess finally understood how Abailou was different from her Majesty the Empress.

Her Majesty is very good at fighting skills, but after all, it is only the skills of coping, and the difference with Her Majesty is that Abay Lou is best at attacking skills.

Offensive skills, while risky, are much more difficult than defensive skills. A warrior of such varied styles as Abaylou, the Naga prophetess vows not to encounter it a second time.

Her Majesty the Empress is inferior to Abaylou.

A kick to the heart would temporarily halt the Naga prophetess's body, even if it was only a few tenths of a second, enough for Abay to make the following series of movements.

Agile.

Sudden impact.

Abaylou narrowed her eyes, the Naga prophetess did not feel the pain, the mere pain would not affect her in any way, if she really wanted to control the Naga prophetess's movements, she had to start from the point.

His left fist struck the Naga prophetess in the jaw, and although it didn't hurt, the pot oil's body didn't have time to react.

This scene is familiar.

Pot Oil reminds: "Lord Prophet, beware of his personal Kombat. ”

Of course, the Naga prophetess understood that the pot oil was worried, and she was more worried than the pot oil. Of course, she didn't want the pot oil to die, the pot oil was one of the few guards loyal to the Naga Empress, and if she died, even she would be heartbroken.

It's too late.

The scythe was passed to his left hand by Abay Lou, and it was only a slight sliding, and the left arm of the pot oil was cut off, and blue blood flew away.

Boom. It was the force of Abaylou's right fist, which broke the Naga prophetess's kidneys and ribs.

Throat.

Heart.

Kidney.

In the face of the tenacious race, Abaylou played the three most stable key points.

"Prophet, please give me your body. Pot Oil gritted his teeth and said.

"Your body can't fight anymore. The Naga prophetess wanted to refuse, and if she really couldn't defeat Abaylou, she hoped that the pot oil would die without pain.

"Empress Naga's guardians never cared about their own pain. The consciousness of the pot of oil suddenly strengthened, squeezing the consciousness of the Naga prophetess from the dominance of her body, "I don't want the Prophet to bear the stain of this defeat, I also want to use my own strength, even if it is to leave a little wound on this human being." ”

The Naga Prophetess was shocked by the sudden strength of the Pot Oil's spiritual power, and she was promoted in battle after battle with Abaylou. can actually take the initiative to seize control of the body, you must know that unless she takes the initiative to give up, no Naga can take the initiative to disobey her will.

He is worthy of being the most potential Naga royal guard.

The disobedient Naga prophetess smiled, a little bitter in her heart, but there was no trace of shame and anger. What's the use? The pot of oil had to face Abay, an enemy that even she, as a prophet, could not destroy.

Even with the strict hierarchy of Naga, the Naga Prophetess could not reprimand a warrior who had sacrificed her life and forgot to die.

"If this is the case, it will not be Her Majesty's prophet who has lost to Abaylou, and the other Naga who are eyeing him will have nothing to say. ”

The pot oil, which regained control of the body, was about to faint in an instant. Naga is indeed a little numb to the pain, but there is a limit to this numbness, and if it exceeds this limit, it will be like now, and it will be difficult to breathe.

Abailou stopped moving, because the pot oil was too painful, and his expression was extremely distorted, which made Abailou instantly guess that the pot oil was back in his body.

This willpower is a little admirable. Abaylou knew how painful his attack was, and with this set of combos, the dragon was going to fall.

However, the pot oil used his right arm to cover the three fatal wounds on his body, and only one hand held the trident, and swam to Abay Lou step by step.

"You should have died with this kind of injury. Abaylou said.

"It's just a serious injury. The pot of oil took a sharp breath, and her sharp teeth were exposed, although she knew in her heart that she could not beat Abay Lou in her heyday, and she could not beat her now.

Abaylou is a monster. She roared angrily and rushed to the disapproving Abaylou.

Moths fight fires, mantis arms as cars. This is the truest portrayal of pot oil.

"If the Naga survive this ordeal, I will preside over the construction of a temple and erect a statue of the pot of oil there for the rest of the warriors to admire. The Naga prophetess said bitterly.

Together with the time when faith was completely defeated, it was a long time for pot oil. Abayr's scythe slashed into her stomach, allowing the scythe to hang from the body of the pot oil, and Abaylou was behind the pot oil, his fingers digging into the cheeks of the pot oil, dripping blood stains.

Abaylou opened the mouth of the blood demon's calamity, and death came as expected.