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Beya coldly spat out a word, and the giant axe warrior saw a flash in front of him, only to see a black shadow flash, and then, he froze in place like a stone sculpture.

Lowered his head, there was an extra blood hole in his chest.

The terrifying expression of the giant axe warrior froze on his face, he was a fifth-level ah, a face, he didn't even see the girl's movements clearly, just...

Sou!

Ignoring him, Beya turned into a blood-colored light and instantly rushed behind Fran.

…

Richard's chest cavity was concave, and the duration of the body of the god of war was about to end, and he had reached the end of his rope.

He looked up in despair, feeling a great sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, his expression froze, and he saw a petite figure swooping down behind Fran, leaving a trail of afterimages at such a fast speed.

Fran frowned and sneered, "Annoying flies." ”

After that, he turned around and slashed out with an incomparable sword!

Boom.

Beya flew straight out and crashed into the rubble, where her blood could be seen gushing out and staining the ground red.

Richard's heart was broken, and he got up with the strength out of nowhere, and roared: "You want to die!" ”

Fran disdained it, knocked him to the ground with a punch, and sneered: "Even a third-level warrior dares to stop me, after using madness, I even have the power to fight at level seven!" ”

- "Yes. ”

The girl's cold voice sounded behind her, and Beya slowly stood up from the pile of rubble, blood stains on her forehead and the corners of her mouth.

Fran was about to laugh, but his face suddenly changed, and he looked down at his waist.

There was a deep claw mark there, almost tearing off half of the flesh, which made people gasp and feel creepy.

Richard also blinked in shock, how did Beya do it? With her third-level fighting spirit, whether she can break through Fran's defenses is two words.

The scene fell silent for a while, except for Fran's angry and heavy breathing, even if Leah's side temporarily stopped fighting and looked this way.

The air seemed to be filled with lead, and a faint chill rose from the bottom of my heart and spread all over my body...

Fran's eyelids jumped, and he involuntarily clenched the hilt of the knife.

Looking at the girl, everyone took a breath!

Her hands... No, it should be called a claw.

It had sharp black spikes on it, stained with blood.

The Fighting Qi barrier was nothing in front of it, and with just that claw, Fran was torn off a large piece of flesh!

Her body was still changing rapidly, a layer of fine black scales flashing with cold light spread all over her body in an instant, and that bewitching little face was no exception, as if she had put on a hideous and terrifying mask, leaving only a pair of blood-colored eyes exposed.

For some reason, everyone's hearts contracted suddenly.

Fran's expression was more solemn than ever, and he felt an unusually terrifying power from that petite body.

Just being stared at by that red pupil, my skin ached.

Beya's long red hair fluttered in the wind, covered with black scales, and she looked more like a monster, just like that well-behaved and cute little girl.

Richard was stunned and muttered, "Beya, what the hell are you..."

Sou!

In an instant, Beya disappeared like a ghost, leaving a deep pit on the bottom of her feet!

Fran looked horrified, the little girl was too fast, and when he could react, the monster-like claw pressed against his chest.

The sheer force caused him to fly out, rolling on the ground several times in quick succession, and a mouthful of bloody arrows spurted out of his mouth.

Beya's face was cold, and there was no rise or fall in her eyes except for indifference, only when she stepped over Richard's side, her expression changed slightly.

There was explosive power in her every movement, and a punch that seemed to tear through the air with indescribable tension.

Fran, as a sixth-level berserker, was beaten and retreated, powerless to parry!

No one knew what had changed in Beya, the only thing that was certain was that when that layer of black scales appeared, her strength had increased tremendously, even comparable to the body of a god of war.

Boom!

Boom!

The muffled sound of punches to flesh, Beya's movements were erratic, and Fran couldn't keep up with her speed at all, and was completely reduced to a punching bag.

On the other side of the battle situation, Liya suppressed the doubts in her heart and concentrated on dealing with the opponent, the fighting spirit of the light attribute made the opponent miserable, and it was only a matter of time before she won.

Richard struggled to his feet, picked up the staff on the ground, and used all his remaining strength to bless Beya with a low-level power.

"Poof!"

Fran's face was pale without a trace of blood, and the price to pay for using Frenzy was enormous.

He was covered with wounds all over his body, and even if he could defeat Beya, the side effects of his madness afterwards would cost him half his life.

In a desperate situation, Fran shouted hysterically: "Die together!" ”

Holding the big knife in his hand and thrust it into the ground, he sneered again and again: "Triple shock!" ”

The earth cracked inch by inch and lifted up like tofu!

A fierce fire attribute force swept around, and nearby Beya bore the brunt, this was a sixth-level warrior's desperate move, and the power was huge.

However, the indifference in Beya's eyes did not change, she did not retreat but advanced, and Richard couldn't help but exclaim: "Be careful! ”

Fran was confident in the power of this move, and sneered: "I can't do it! ”

This is a desperate blow from a sixth-level berserker, and it is true that Beya's change is terrifying, but it can't be countered by the fact that her fighting spirit is only level three.

However, there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Beya's mouth, as if Fran was just an insignificant ant amusing himself.

The red eyes suddenly released light, and the viscous blood gushed out like a dam, and everyone felt that their breathing was stagnant, and a scene appeared in front of their eyes...

It was a blood-colored whirlpool, they seemed to be in a quagmire, the wet cold seeped into the blood, like a strange living thing, forming a palm to pinch the heart, and even gasping for breath became so difficult.

Richard was the quickest to come to his senses, his chest heaving violently, and he had some immunity since the black bracelet helped him break free from the illusion.

Unfortunately, Fran is different.

His expression was as dull as a puppet, his eyes were about to crack, and an endless sea of blood was reflected in it, and the killing intent was condensed like a substance pressing on his shoulder, unable to move.

The temperature seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees, and the terrifying coldness made it impossible to move freely, and Fran could only watch in vain as Beya approached, and the sharp claws pierced into the heart mercilessly.

Burst.

Red blood splashed Beya's face, setting off the little face even more bewitching.

She didn't realize it, a human life disappeared in front of her eyes, and there was not even the slightest ripple in Beya's heart, and the peace was terrifying.

Fran is dead, out of breath.

Until the moment he died, he couldn't break out of the sea of blood, and as Fran fell to the ground, no one spoke, and all of them were silent.