"What are you laughing at......"

The [Death Scythe] in the hand of the furious Netherworld Maniac first swung from the bottom left to the right up, and now it swept through Lin Shihao's throat in a parallel line in the upper right. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't laugh at ......"

[Death Scythe] swings diagonally.

"Don't laugh at ......"

The sharp hook of the [Death Scythe] hooked into Lin Shihao's body and cut out horizontally.

"Shut up...... Shut up...... Don't laugh...... Don't laugh...... Shut up...... Don't laugh......"

With every word of the Netherworld, a bright red blood-spurting wound appeared on Lin Shihao's body, until no part of Lin Shihao's body was intact, his clothes had already been broken, only a few pieces of cloth fell to the ground, and most of the others were scattered by the sharp black qi of the Netherworld's [Death-Killing Dance].

He was covered in blood, his wounds were rotten, and all that was left was an iron chain around his waist.

Even so, Lin Shihao still let out a laugh of enjoyment with open hands.

The Netherman's shirt was all wet with sweat, and more places were splashed with Lin Shihao's blood, and his hands clenched the [Death Scythe] to support his body so that he would not fall, and his chest was constantly rising and falling, as if he was panting constantly.

The ghost maniac who was enraged by Lin Shihao's laughter, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was still staring at Lin Shihao, who was laughing wildly.

If it weren't for the exhaustion of internal strength, the Nethermania wouldn't stop at all, and I'm afraid it would keep attacking Lin Shihao like crazy, even if Nethermania's attack had no effect, Nethermania would want to completely dismember Lin Shihao.

In the end, there was nothing to be done, Lin Shihao's bones were even harder than the [Death Scythe], not only did it not leave the slightest scar on Lin Shihao's bones, but it also reduced the durability of the [Death Scythe] by more than 300 points.

Every time Lin Shihao is hit, or every time he touches Lin Shihao's bones, the durability of the weapon will drop by 10 points, and if he attacks more than thirty times in a row, the durability of the weapon is like diving.

Every weapon or piece of armor has durability, with the exception of Divine Soldiers, of course.

There is no level distinction between durability, even if it is a silver-level ordinary weapon, the durability may be much higher than that of a gold-level superb weapon.

In other words, durability is of a random type.

The furious Netherworld Maniac is also trying everything to cut Lin Shihao's body into a skeleton, but no matter how dense the Netherworld's attack is, he can't cut a small piece of flesh from Lin Shihao's body, at most, he will cut the flesh on Lin Shihao's body into minced meat.

After the gasp, the Netherworld Maniac finally took a breath, stared at Lin Shihao, gasped and said, "Laugh...... Miscellaneous...... Is it? ”

Previously, Lin Shihao's whole person completely fell into a state of enjoyment, almost reaching the realm of being happy, until the attack of the Netherworld Maniac stopped, Lin Shihao turned around, and when the Netherworld gasped and asked "What are you laughing at", Lin Shihao stopped laughing.

However, Lin Shihao did not answer the Netherman's question, but slowly tilted his head to look behind the Netherman, and behind the fireballs.

Seeing Lin Shihao's gaze, Liu Huang's heart tightened.

The countless fireballs in the manipulation were more like they had been resurrected in an instant, and they seemed to be more active.

"Quick, hurry up and hit all these fireballs of yours, come along, you're welcome."

Lin Shihao's slightly hoarse voice came into everyone's ears.

Liu Huang didn't know what other people's expressions would be, but he could imagine that his current expression must be terrifyingly gloomy.

The large and small fireballs that appeared to be more active also instantly exploded in flames, and the small fireballs turned into large fireballs, and the large fireballs became giant fireballs.

Each giant fireball can completely envelop two or three people, and the large fireball is like an adult's body.

Even if the flames skyrocketed, Liu Huang still didn't have any intention of attacking Lin Shihao, and Liu Huang knew in his heart what he was responsible for.

That is, when Lin Shihao attacks, whether it has any effect or not, his fireball must block Lin Shihao's progress and give others a chance to escape.

With the help of this moment, after taking the elixir, the Netherworld Maniac who had recovered some of his internal strength and physical strength slashed at Lin Shihao with the [Death Scythe] in his hand.

Lin Shihao kept his head tilted, but his gaze shifted from Liu Huang to the Netherworld, looking at the Netherworld Maniac with puzzlement, completely not understanding what the other party's attack was for, which was not even as good as a mosquito bite and an ant.

According to Lin Shihao's thoughts, this guy with a giant sickle knife has no strength, so he should stand aside obediently, why is he still beating himself? And through the mask, you can see the other party's eyes as if he killed his whole family, and I don't understand it at all! You didn't kill his whole family, did you?

"I ask you, what are you laughing at?" As he spoke, the Nether Maniac roared, and the [Death Scythe] in his hand bombarded Lin Shihao again: "Answer, ah, ah, ah......"

Seeing the mad roar of the Netherworld, Nan Tianyang and Eighteen just wanted to leave, but they were taken one step ahead.

In an instant, Brala and Lu Jianxian appeared next to the Netherworld, one left and one right, protecting the Netherworld.

In this state of Nethermania, I'm afraid I can't even run, and Brala and Lu Jianxian can't watch Nethermania be killed like this.

"I guess that's what I asked." Lin Shihao raised his head back, looked at the Netherworld Maniac and replied, "Because, I haven't tried it so comfortable for a long time." ”

Lin Shihao didn't care about Brala and Lu Jianxian who appeared in front of him in an instant, what he was thinking about now was that while he was covered in blood and his wounds had not healed, it might be more comfortable to let the countless flames around him burn and roast.

Bang.

The [Death Scythe] that the Nethermad was holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground, his hands drooped, and the whole person fell to his knees on the ground, the furious look in his eyes had disappeared, but it was replaced by a sense of unwillingness and powerlessness.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're ......" Seeing the ghostly maniac suddenly fall to his knees, Brala was startled, and when he was about to say something, he noticed that his partner Lu Jianxian shook his head slightly, so he didn't continue.

Several times in a row, the Netherworld has already exhausted the internal force and physical strength, even if you eat more pills, you can't instantly replenish the internal force and physical strength, after taking the pills, it is a slow recovery, unless it is a miracle elixir.

It's not that the ghost maniac can't accept defeat, but in front of the strong, he can accept the fact of defeat.

But they can't accept this kind of failure at the moment.

Attacking with all your strength is just letting the other party enjoy it;

Attacking with all his might, the visual effect in exchange is good, but the actual effect is miserable;

He attacked with all his might, but the other party did not use even a trace of strength.

Why...... Why is there such a strong existence?

No, it's not that the other party is strong, it's that you're too weak...... Too weak...... To get stronger...... You have to get stronger......