Two-finger dagger!

And that dagger came from a blow that the king of North America, Aristotle, had been brewing for a long time!

Just a few seconds ago, the Assassin King's casual blow had caused a full 20,000 points of damage to the average player!

One can imagine how terrifying this long-brewing blow is!

Audiences in North America, China, Europe, and several major war zones were shocked.

But at this moment.

"Hahahahaha

Who knows, Aristotle's gloomy face suddenly turned clear, revealing a trace of contempt, shaking his head and saying: "My attacks in the dark night state are all with soul attributes, no matter how high your physical defense is, you will have to bear at least 10,000 soul damage." ”

On the city wall, the eyes of millions of players and countless viewers in the live broadcast room widened.

Soul damage?

Ignoring physical defenses?!

Could it be that the "mysterious attribute with damage value" just now?

Terrifying?!

“Miss！”

A big miss exploded in the next second, but Aristotle was not discouraged, but sneered: "Look, even if your physical defense is enough to resist my attack, but the soul damage is directly acted!" ”

Everyone held their breath, their eyes widening in feeling.

A scene with a strange atmosphere appeared.

The thin figure of the assassin maintained the posture of stabbing upwards for a full ten seconds, but the dagger in his hand was clamped by the slender and handsome blood-colored ID player in front of him with both hands.

But until ten seconds later, there was still no system damage value flashing out of the screen, and Xi Mu's blood volume on the top of his head did not decrease in the slightest.

"No way, this can't be!"

It was only then that Aristotle's complexion changed greatly, his pupils were full of disbelief, and he retreated again and again, even the dagger in his hand was gone, as if he had seen a ghost.

The players were not surprised, but looked at the figure standing on the top of the corpse mountain again, revealing a look of awe.

After being hit several times, they had already regarded the visitor from the east in front of them as a god-like existence, even if Aristotle had caused such terrible soul damage, but he could not pose the slightest threat to the demons, they were not surprised.

Powerful opponents that make people angry.

Terrifying opponents, awe-inspiring.

An opponent that is unreachable, convincing.

Demons, apparently, belong to the last kind.

But Randy, Mayway, and Aristotle himself, including all the members of the entire Randy Demon Hunting Regiment, were completely shocked at this moment.

They knew very well how many secrets they had in their eleven people, and what terrifying existence they had been contaminated with, so that they had obtained the terrifying ability they had now.

This is also the reason why Randy is extremely confident, and even dares to come to challenge alone.

But all this in front of him knocked out a crack in his confidence!

He actually took Aristotle's attack with his bare hands!

Randy knew that although Aristotle still had a certain distance from his own strength, the person who could completely block his attack would be able to... It really can't be beaten!

Bright and secret, many people were shocked, but only Xi Mu himself knew what was going on.

"Ding! Warn! The intrusion of the Clan's aura has been detected, and it is about to cause damage to the player's body..."

"Ding! The player's weapon [Immortal Death] is disturbed by an external breath and undergoes unknown changes, so it activates the skill [Blood God] on its own to remove all soul attacks from the body! ”

These are two system prompts that were initiated in succession a few seconds ago.

Breath of the Clan!

Aristotle's soul damage actually came from the breath of the clan! In other words, the king of North America in front of him is actually related to the Dai clan!

Xi Mu's face sank instantly.

"The Clan?"

He took a deep breath and said.

Aristotle was obviously stunned, but then sneered: "Demon, although I don't know what method you used to resist my soul attack, but... When I'm in the dark night, my body will be descended by the great spirit of the gods, and my defense will be almost invincible! ”

"Even if I can't help you, don't think about having to help us!"

After speaking, he snorted coldly, his face was not afraid at all, and he looked directly at Xi Mu.

The next moment, Xi Mu's figure suddenly turned into a phantom, falling down like a meteor from under the corpse mountain.

Aristotle still maintained his fearless expression, showing a hint of reverence, and then said contemptuously: "I said, even if you have a way to resist the attack, you will never be able to defeat the defense of the god soul from another world!" ”

Before the words fell, I saw him take a deep breath, and the aura released from his body was even more terrifying, and even a vague black phantom appeared, enveloping his body.

The tense atmosphere suddenly spread, and countless players stared at this scene.

Could it be that this time the devil can break the so-called impossible?

..

The two terrifying weapons suddenly brought up countless traces, and even pulled out blood-red and purple-gold streamers in the void, which were extremely gorgeous.

Xi Mu's figure jumped high, his hands were raised, and all the terrifying power exploded, pouring into the Immortal Death and the Purple Yang Dao Sword, and suddenly a destructive and violent aura rushed to the sky.

Seeing that two weapons were about to chop Aristotle in front of him into pulp.

However.

"Great God... Protect your most devout believers! Aristotle's face suddenly turned solemn and his hands were folded.

The next moment, the phantom behind him suddenly skyrocketed several times, turning into a huge black shadow that directly wrapped Aristotle's figure, and even stretched out countless black tentacles and swept towards Xi Mu's two weapons.

The Purple Yang Dao Sword was quickly entangled by this strange force, and although the Immortal Death was able to keep away the tentacles formed by the aura of the Clan, it was also stalemate for a while, unable to attack.

In an instant, the huge phantom released a powerful aura, pressing Xi Mu back, and even his figure seemed to be subjected to a huge pressure plate, and it strangely stopped in the air.

Countless people held their breath in their hearts, holding their breath and concentrating.

"What's that! Could it be that Aristotle, just one king of North America, can block the demon by himself!? "Some people were shocked that their earlier determination that the demons were difficult to defeat had been shaken.

"Demons are people, not gods! Someone will definitely be able to defeat him! I just don't know how he would feel if he was defeated by a mere North American king, one of the strongest people from the East! ”

Some people even sneered.

In the blink of an eye, the rhythm of the crowd and the barrage in the live broadcast room was greatly reversed.

Most viewers had hoped that the demons would die as soon as possible, because they were all players from the Western War Zone, but the demons were too powerful before... Now that someone can stop the demon with the power of one person, they are immediately excited!

It's just that...

The next moment, a smile tugged at the corner of Xi Mu's mouth and gently spit out two words.

"Blood... God! ”

"Ding! You have activated the equipment skill [Blood God]! Weapon [Immortal Death] starts the killing mode! Eternal Death will deal a devastating attack on all soul matter for the duration of the Killing state! ”

Aristotle, who was smiling, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart inexplicably.

Then, he saw an endless blood-colored substance emerge out of nowhere, instantly turning into endless blood, wrapped around the strange weapon in the sky, and even spreading towards the slender arm...

A sense of crisis suddenly rose from his heart, and the next moment, a huge black shadow suddenly let out an unprecedented scream.

The screams were as terrible as if they had been thrown into a pan of oil and fried.

Xi Mu held the Immortal Death in his hand, only to feel that the pressure of the huge breath suddenly lightened, and the black phantom seemed to be as fragile as tofu under the Immortal Death at this moment, and half of his body was cut off in an instant, and he fled towards the rear in great fear.

However, Xi Mu did not give this aura of the Ming clan that came from nowhere a chance, and chased after him, and the immortal death swept out, completely devouring and cleansing this black shadow in an instant.

There was only one Aristotle left, deprived of the protection of the dark shadow, and dying as if he had been seriously injured.

Xi Mu slowly stepped forward, and the Ziyang Dao Sword reappeared in his left hand and slashed down towards his head...

The Randy Heavenly God not far away was a little distracted and dignified for a while, and he didn't realize that Xi Mu was so decisive, and it was too late to react, so he could only watch the head of the assassin king who was still in the limelight just now rolling down, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Demons... You've gone too far! ”

Randy's face instantly turned iron-blue, and with an order, the ten people behind him raised their heads in unison, clenched their respective weapons in their hands, and revealed deep hatred.

(End of chapter)