Chapter 52: The Source of Chaos (Ask for Recommendation, Ask for Collection)

Spreading his perception to the fullest, the frost floated in the area.

The dense skeletons below him walked stiffly, staring at Frost with their empty eyes, and from time to time skeletons tried to jump up and pull Frost out of the air.

Frost has always been within the safe range of the skeleton's reach, and in the perception, there are ghosts among the skeletons under him, and then his eyes are very empty, and he is still a powerful ghost who has lost his mind.

"In such a situation, I don't know if that person can survive."

Frost was talking to herself, although she didn't have much hope in her heart, but in the spirit of the Abnormal Power Bureau, she still had to search the area thoroughly before she could leave.

wataximo~~~

Suddenly there was a burst of chanting in the air.

Frost stopped, trying to find the direction from which the chant was coming from, but the chant was coming from all directions.

Whoosh~whoosh~

The sound of breaking wind exploded in Frost's ears, and Frost reacted quickly to avoid the thing that made the noise.

Skeleton?

Frost saw clearly what was attacking her, it turned out to be a skeleton that seemed a little clumsy just now, but the skeleton that attacked Frost was extremely flexible, and all the ghosts possessed by her had red eyes.

A few more skeletons leaped up and headed for the frost attack.

Although the venue is large, it has a height after all, which limits the range of activities of the frost.

Condensed the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand, Ning Frost coped with the skeleton's constant attacks with the kicks of his legs and the Demon Slaying Sword.

"I can't stay any longer, I have to leave."

Frost, who judged the situation, quickly retreated and was about to leave this area, but just as Frost turned around and was about to reach the door, a net-like glowing enchantment suddenly appeared in front of Frost in his perception, which could not be discerned by the naked eye, if it wasn't for Frost's perception to feel it, I was afraid that Frost would crash directly into it.

Quickly stopped, Frost observed the mesh in front of him, and there was a sound of skeletons swooping behind him, Frost dodged, and the skeleton pounced straight in front of Frost.

In front of the frost was a net-like barrier, and the skeleton passed directly through the barrier for a short distance, directly freezing and turning into a pile of broken bones scattered on the ground.

In the perception of the condensation, the ghost supporting the skeleton was directly strangled by the net-like barrier when it passed through the barrier, and the fragments dissipated between heaven and earth.

This enchantment is a spell specifically for the soul, so dangerous, although this person's soul is more stable than the pure ghost form, but after all, it comes from the same vein, if the frost directly passes through this enchantment, the immortal will be seriously injured.

Who the hell is this spell?

Ning Shuang has not yet left the venue, and it is impossible for his own people to launch this kind of spell that may kill Ning Shuang together, not to mention that before the reinforcements arrived, Lao Lin was injured again.

Damn, I'm completely trapped in this arena like that.

Whoosh~whoosh~

It's too late, and then the frost is just a moment's thought, and the skeleton behind him is still constantly fighting.

Frost could only dodge with his body in this extremely narrow area that had been compressed, and if he couldn't dodge, he would kick away with his legs or his sword.

More than ten minutes of thrilling.

Ning Shuang didn't know how many power attacks he had dodged, but the power attack suddenly stopped.

Condensation Frost floated and panted in mid-air, still maintaining a state of vigilance, the ten minutes just now had consumed too much of her strength, and the original True Qi in her body was already less than three points.

Although the skeleton's attacks had stopped, the net-like barrier behind Frost had not disappeared.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of applause!

Frost looked at the place where the sound came from, and a figure slowly walked out of the skeletons.

It was the young man who had disappeared earlier, and the young man had covered his face with his hood so that he could not see his face clearly.

"I can't imagine that you can hold on to such an old age under the attack of the group of slaves, and you must be the number one person, it seems that I underestimate you."

The gloomy words pierced from the young man's ears to Ning Shuang's ears, but Ning Shuang always felt that this person's tone of voice was very awkward, and she couldn't say where it was awkward.

Seeing that the young man was safe and sound among the skeletons, Ning Shuang didn't know that the root cause of all this could be the ghost of the young man in front of him.

"Who are you, and you do all these things?"

Frost was questioning the young man, but his mind was calling out to the Beastmaster.

"Call the Beastmaster."

"Codename, thing."

"Codename Angel, find a suspicious person, should!"

Before Condensing Frost could fully convey his thoughts to the Beastmaster, a cold light flashed through his ears.

"I still know some of the methods of your Huaxia Ability Bureau, are you calling for help? I don't want you to die so soon. ”

Looking at the young man standing there, taking the katana back from his skull's claws, Ning Frost finally knew what was going on with his original awkwardness.

The young man in front of him is not from Huaxia, if Ningshuang guessed correctly, then there is a good chance that this young man is the culprit who caused these refugee memorials, the people of Neon Country.

A pain came from his cheek, and a wisp of green silk fell off as the chip became two halves.

It was the katana thrown by the young man who was injured, and the same katana was displayed in the glass case in the aisle of the memorial.

"You're a neon man?"

"Sure enough, I was seen through, so what, Flower Girl~"

The young man's last sentence was clearly deliberately addressed to Frost.

Blood slid down her cheeks, but one of Ning Shuang's hearts was extremely angry, although Ning Shuang was not an angry youth, but since she was a child, her grandfather has been telling her stories about fighting devils, whenever it comes to emotion, Ning Shuang's grandfather can't help but cry, for those compatriots who died in battle.

Although Ning Shuang couldn't feel the reason for her grandfather's sadness, under the influence of her grandfather, she had never had a good impression of Neon's right-wing forces.

The refugee memorial hall has been to Ningshuang, those heavy history suppressed the condensation at that time and never spoke the whole time, she always remembered a sentence, don't forget the national shame, and cheer me up in China.

Today, I know that all this is because of a neon countryman, and Ning Frost has murderous intent for the first time.

"You're damned."

The sound like ice appeared again, but the aura around the condensation frost was rapidly rising, and the white flowing fire had completely enveloped the condensation frost's body.

The entire stadium formed a ghostly vacuum area due to the release of the breath of condensation.

"I'm angry, don't worry, I won't let you die so soon, I still have to help you become my corpse slave, such a beautiful body will belong to me, ehahahaha!"

The young man's sickly laughter resounded in the arena, and the murderous intent in Frost's heart had reached its peak, his wings fluttered, and his right leg kicked at the neon man like a cannonball.

There was a loud bang in the venue, and around the place where the young man was standing, the skeleton was pushed down by the remaining force, but the neon youth was unharmed, just dodging the attack of the frost.

The neon youth dodged the attack and did not retreat, but instead slammed the back of his knife towards the twin peaks of the frost.

Ning Shuang quickly dodged, and he was very angry in his heart, and he pulled people with the back of the knife, or this kind of sensitive position, which was clearly humiliating.

"Don't worry, let's play slowly."

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