"Challenger: Ku Yayang. Title: The Devil from Heaven. ”

"Challenged: Su Hang. Title: Escape from death, punish evil and promote good. ”

"No rules, no constraints, no limits! Bet on the past, bet on the present, bet on the future! Bet on family affection, bet on love, bet on life! Only when one side really dies can the other side win! ”

"Death Duel, start now!"

As soon as Su Hang's words fell, the familiar voice resounded in the ears of Su Hang and Ku Yayang.

It's still that kind of magnetism with a little hoarseness, as if wafting a seductive smell, and it's still like that—it's annoying!

What's even more unexpected is that when the mission-like lines were read, the voice above the clouds did not disappear, but sounded again in Su Hang's mind: "In this battle, only one title is allowed to be equipped, and the resurrected person is detected to have more than one title, please choose the title to be used in this round of battle." Please note that once selected, it cannot be changed until the end of the battle. Please note ......"

However, what made Su Hang feel strange was that compared with usual, the voice that appeared in his head couldn't help but be a little more strange and indifferent. It is as if the instructions are executed mechanically according to the specified logic as if they had been written.

However, Su Hang didn't think too much about it, just looked at the weapon in Ku Yayang's hand, which obviously preferred melee combat, and decisively chose the title of more flexible.

"I chose to survive death."

After Su Hang finished silently reciting this sentence in his heart, the voice disappeared without a trace, and never appeared again.

And when the voice sounded, the corners of Ku Yayang's mouth raised slightly, and she whispered: "Su Hang, let me try my hand for the Demon Boy first, and see if you are qualified to be his ally." ”

After saying that, the short dagger in her hand began to change.

The dagger, which was originally short, began to change its form similar to that of a wheel blade. The tip of the blade has a barb, the blade, the blade, and the handle are all mint green, the blade is four-lobe, and the words "demon" and "extermination" are engraved on both sides of the blade. And on her left hand, a purple scabbard also appeared.

"Then, let's see who kills the deer."

Ku Yayang clenched the wheel blade and stared at the sickle weapon in Su Hang's hand, his eyes revealing the determination to win.

When Su Hang came back to her senses, there was only Ku Yayang with the wheel blade in her hand in front of her.

The distance is getting closer.

In a hurry, Su Hang didn't have time to start the ability of the sickle, so he could only subconsciously raise the sickle in his right hand and try his best to block the oncoming momentum from the opposite side.

Duang——

There was a clatter of metal in the air.

However, although Su Hang blocked Ku Yayang's sudden attack, his reaction speed did not keep up with Ku Yayang's offensive.

Drops of blood, down the sleeves of his clothes, dripped down the floor of the classroom.

"Even if you don't have special abilities, are you so strong?" Su Hang looked at a small hole that had appeared on the shoulder of his left hand, and muttered in his heart.

Compared with the previous round of iron into needles, the last round of beans into soldiers, and even the initial timed death. Ku Yayang's sacrificial vessels are not extraordinarily powerful.

However, it is precisely this sacrificial instrument that does not seem to be so perverted. In the opening encounter, he fell to the bottom line. Is this the disparity in strength?

He thought to himself, and at the same time, his eyes were firmly fixed on the wheel blade in Ku Yayang's hand.

Is this the real battle?

While Su Hang was pondering, Ku Yayang did not take advantage of the first blow, and then launched an attack on Su Hang. But he just looked at Su Hang coldly, a trace of mockery rose at the corner of his mouth, and he said disdainfully at Su Hang: "It turns out, is this your strength?" What a weak chicken! I don't know, how did the magic boy fall in love with your Lese. ”

Su Hang listened to her words, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "The magic boy, is it the magic boy in Wu Moumou's mouth?" Can't I beat even one of his men? So how do I get to the end of this game? ”

"Come on, go on, I was just careless just now, the real battle is only starting now!" Thinking of this, Su Hang's hands were full of strength again.

He bowed his head and muttered, "Investigation! ”

In an instant, a huge gale whistled out, with Suzhou and Hangzhou as the center, overwhelmingly surging outward. It was as if his place was a throne of gods. Inviolable, indesecrated.

In Suzhou and Hangzhou's field of vision, one red line after another appeared, as if an enlarged slow world.

At the same time, the agitation of fate was transmitted from the blade all the way to his pulse, and he heard the voice again, fight with your life. Courage is the only way to exert the greatest strength.

A pulsating sensation began to flow in his ears. Bright red filled Ye Feng's pupils, and he raised the deadly sword in his hand. In the direction of Ku Yayang.

Feeling the momentum of the young man in front of him, it was like a different person, and Ku Yayang's eyes couldn't help but burst out with strange colors, as if he had encountered a rare prey.

So, she tightened the wheel blade in her hand again and drove towards Su Hang.

She and him flashed the white light in their wrists at the same time, and flew like a thunderbolt into the wind where the other party was.

Hearing the shattered cold light flashing in front of them, Ku Yayang turned her arm, and the wheel blade actually rotated between her fingers, stirring the dust that was dispersed in the air, and the wind pressure was so strong that it almost sent the sickle in Su Hang's hand and his arm towards the wheel blade.

And Su Hang let go of the sickle in his hand, and retreated towards the back door of the classroom, Ku Yayang also stopped the attack in his hand, and just stood fixedly, looking at him with a mixture of mockery and indifference.

"Sure enough, a weak chicken is still a weak chicken, even if it has changed, it is still a weak chicken!"

Ku Yayang looked at Su Hang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and continued to taunt, "I thought that I could still have a life-and-death duel heartily, but I didn't expect that this opponent would be so weak." ”

"I can give you a chance, boy, and from now on, run as far away as you can, as far away as possible. Only the farther you run, the more interesting this game of cat and mouse becomes. Ku Yayang came to Su Hang, looked at Su Hang condescendingly, and said to Su Hang in a commanding tone like a king.

At this moment, Su Hang can finally understand Wu Moumou's mood at that time.

However, he will not grovel, nor will he beg for mercy like a lost dog, and he still has the last strength, the strength that he does not want to use unless absolutely necessary.

"Go on, come again, I'm not going to throw in the towel! Won't run away either! Su Hang looked up at Ku Yayang, slowly stood up, and said with an indestructible voice revealed: "Even if Mai Mang is against the tip of the needle, if you want to fight, you will fight." ”