"For a lady, what you say is enough to be sentenced to death. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ophelia raised her eyebrows, as if she thought the stick's mouth was very interesting. "No wonder you still insist on practicing Tongzigong at such an old age."

"It's better than a broken shoe that has changed several husbands and lovers." A drop of blood flowed from the corner of the stick's eye, slowly slashing down his cheek, and he didn't seem to notice it. Looking at the trace of annoyance and anger that flashed on the other party's face, he suddenly grinned. "Are you sure they died so early because you smeared all that on yourself all day?"

"If even the slightest flaw in me is not acceptable, then they naturally don't deserve someone like me." Ophelia chuckled, her fingers brushing her lips lightly, her slender nails quickly turning dark green. She flicked her finger slightly, and a drop of liquid that was difficult to describe its color landed on the ground beside her.

Hiss...

In less than five seconds, the ground was quickly corroded into a small hole about an inch wide, enough to burn out the yellowish gas of ordinary people's olfactory system. Ophelia took a step forward, the haughty and confident expression on her face growing brighter.

Faced with this scene in front of him, Sticksuo did not show any expression. He spat at his feet with blood. Like the drop of venom thrown out by the viper, the spit began to emit yellow smoke the moment it hit the ground.

"The contractor of the ancient gods, worthy of his name."

"The toxin is already in your blood," Ophelia smiled. He is worthy of being the leader of the True Pure Society. It's hard for you to be able to support it for so long. ”

"But to be honest, I'm curious." She subconsciously turned her hand, and her fang-like nails seemed to glow in the air. "You should understand that the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for you, right? It's a miracle that your internal organs can still maintain the most basic functions, maybe you could have struggled a few times a minute ago, but now I'm afraid you can't even move your limbs, right? Or is it..."

"Are you ready to die?"

The viper's form sped up and charged towards the stick. This almost unnaturally fast acceleration allowed her to speed faster than the normal retina could capture, leaving an afterimage of her previous location. A short knife that seemed to be made of glowing green energy magically appeared in her right hand and stabbed it into the stick's chest.

Even though he was sure he was on the cards, Ophelia was relentless in his move. In the face of this fierce opponent who is also quite tricky for her in her heyday, she naturally will not underestimate the enemy.

However, she still underestimated her enemies a little.

The stick roared, and the concrete floor under his feet cracked. Majestic internal qi poured out of his body at an alarming speed, and the energy that was spurting was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye, as if he was surrounded by an armor composed of a layer of white flames.

He threw a punch in Ophelia's direction. Even though this punch could not reach Ophelia, who was four or five meters away from him, it caused a violent shockwave that directly interrupted her impact.

"The old man seems to be underestimated..." he stepped forward, and the long stick tied to his back had somehow broken off the rope and appeared in his hand. ... Even the iron fist of the previous generation didn't dare to talk to the old man like this! ”

A stick stabbed out like a spear. Although there was no sharp spearhead, the sheer speed and force was enough to pierce the steel plate. Ophelia gritted her teeth, and with a few slight movements of her left hand, a green shield of light appeared in front of her, blocking the blow for her.

However, even with magic, it is not easy to block this blow in a hurry. The moment the two touched, the long stick was suddenly flicked away by an unknown force, and the light of the light shield suddenly dimmed, turning into countless points of light in less than half a second.

And this round of exchanges did not end there.

Although his long stick was flicked off and he couldn't immediately unleash the next attack, his own body was already the best weapon. Already in the range of hand-to-hand combat, he let go of his left hand on the stick and pointed a finger at the viper's eyes. The blow was quickly deflected away by the Viper, but his next leg was a solid kick to Ophelia's waist.

If it falls on the flesh and blood of an ordinary person, this leg is enough to directly cut the opponent in half. Even if the opponent's body is made of stone, this leg is enough to reduce it to pieces. However, the stick felt strangely that the leg seemed to be kicked on some kind of unusually slippery scale, canceling out at least seventy percent of its force.

However, less than thirty percent of the remaining strength is no joke. Ophelia's face suddenly turned pale, losing all blood, and she opened her mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood that looked like it was still a little bit of internal organ fragments. By this time, the stickman's hands had grasped his long stick again, and slammed it down on the top of Ophelia's head. Just listening to the scream of the long stick rubbing against the air, I knew that the damage caused by this blow to the human body would never be repaired by time.

A smile appeared on her face.

Dark red blood suddenly churned in midair, and in an instant, it turned into a green mist that was so dense that you couldn't see your fingers, enveloping the viper's figure. In the blink of an eye, the long stick of the stick shattered the mist like lightning, and then smashed a crack in the ground that was more than four meters long and more than an inch wide.

Ophelia herself was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, the scattered mist suddenly condensed around the stick again, turning into a huge snake with the thickness of a bowl and wrapping around the stick man's body. It opened its jaw, its venom-filled fangs biting down on the stick's throat.

"Evil beast!"

With a cold snort, the true qi flame burning on his body suddenly swelled, and the flames that were more than a foot high burned the giant python wrapped around him into flying ashes in the blink of an eye.

cracked a means of the place, but the heart of the stick kept sinking. Even though it seemed like the two of them were playing chess for a short time, he himself realized how bad his physical condition really was now. If it weren't for the fact that he now had the large amount of life energy he had absorbed in the battle of the steamer as fuel, he would have lost the power to fight back at the first moment of the plot.

He needed to find a chance, a chance that would allow him to escape. He must return to the Pure Order and tell his followers that the Hand Guild has found a terrifying ally in the United States.

In the next moment, Ophelia's figure quietly appeared behind the stick, and with a slight twist of her wrist, the short knife made of magic naturally plunged into the back of the stick's heart. The non-violent but eerie energy in the blade quickly drained the vitality near the wound, causing the original flesh to transform into a substance like rotten wood at an extremely fast speed.

"Erica..."

He uttered these three words, and the last trace of life left his body.