Some of the bones were reduced to a mess of mud before they were burned, but a hint of pale green appeared on the dirty muddy water, and the original golden needles completely melted into it.

The filthy muddy water completely swallowed up the shred of light, but it didn't burn, as if it were a black hole swallowing everything.

At the same time, the nearby monsters began to dissolve at the same time, and layers of silt gradually dripped onto the ground, and the original ground had completely turned into a black quagmire, like a swamp, and a green breath floated out.

Ziyin's hand flickered, and the gold-veined scythe scraped across the mud. Cut through the area and lightly step on the ground with your feet. With Ziyin as the center, a trace of golden light came, and the silt made a sizzling sound.

The man who was originally standing in front of him slowly raised the shotgun in his hand, and the green-skinned fingers pressed the trigger in his hand, and countless projectiles erupted from the muzzle like a barrage, and the green bullets with the smell of plague rushed to his face.

"Humph!"

Ziyin snorted coldly, and with a twist of his fingers, the golden light patterns became more and more intense, and the entire sickle seemed to be made of light. The scythe rotated along Ziyin's fingers, and the sharp blades seemed to form a screen.

The green bullet was swept into the screen and scythe, and the green fragments fell to the ground, and the plague-bearing bullet was completely shattered, as if it had melted into the ground. There is not a trace at all.

His foot lightly stepped on the ground, and he jumped completely in front of the two-sided wreck, and pressed his index finger lightly on the upper end of the scythe. His finger pressed the scythe on the top, but a trace of scarlet aura appeared on the blade of the scythe.

And the eyes that were originally silent reflected the cheeks of the two sides of the trouble.

It's just that the faces of the two sides are still silent, without any look, and some are just that frightening depth, as if Ziyin didn't come at all, and he didn't even look at it.

The green hand slowly raised the shotgun in his hand and pressed it towards Ziyin's face, and his finger pulled the trigger, and countless bullets shot down. And the silent eyes glanced in the direction of Ziyin.

It's just a pity that it didn't hit, and Ziyin has disappeared in that place. The nearby space is torn apart again, and the consonant jumps out from beneath the space. Fingers slowly pulled a rifled gun from inside his clothes.

The rifled gun was slowly raised in the direction of the two sides, and Bai Xuan's finger pulled the trigger. A high-speed bullet sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the space tore through the space on both sides, piercing straight through the shoulders of both sides.

His shoulder had turned into a huge hole, and there was only a little connection between the two sides of the wrecked arm and body, and it looked like he could tear his hand off with a single pull.

It's just that he didn't pay attention to Ziyin, and he didn't even make a shout, but the simple green scattergun in his hand was still clenched.

Wisps of green plague breath emanated from the junction of the arm, and the breath connected like a spider's web on the shoulders of the two wrecked beings, and the muscles seemed to reconnect in that place. The shoulders had completely changed back to their original shape, but the cloak had been torn and there was basically nothing else.

The two shotguns were thrown directly to both sides, and what reappeared was a scythe and a scythe identical to Ziyin, but the difference was that Ziyin's scythe was red-edged and gold-striped, while the sickle of the two-sided disaster was black-edged and green-striped.

And the faces of the two sides turned to Ziyin's side, and the two-colored eyes, one black and one green, reflected Ziyin's side. The scythe was slowly raised, and a green halo emanated from the top of the hand.

Two halos of flame emanated from his eyes. Raising the scythe in his hand, he kicked his legs and ran in the direction of Ziyin. Unlike Ziyin, who uses the principle of space to close the distance, this monster runs towards Ziyin with its own feet.

The grim face gradually drew closer, and a trace of green mist appeared on the scythe, and the whole scythe seemed to have turned into a giant scythe, and the poisonous mist of the plague had already emitted, as if with a trace of terror.

And with the consonant as the center, a trace of golden light mist surrounds the consonant. In front of Ziyin, however, a golden barrier completely appeared, blocking the attacking scythe.

And Ziyin slowly raised the scythe in his hand and cut head-on at the monster in front of him. Light and darkness emanated from both of them at the same time, and two of them collided together at the same time, with the aura of death and light striking at the weapons with the aura of plague and darkness.

The black mud on the ground has completely turned to ashes, and the withered plants have now been wiped out to the point that there are no scum left. Everything that was cellular, or whatever, had been completely killed.

The two knives were put away, and countless knife marks appeared in this place again, the scythe was originally a light weapon, even lighter than the knife. The two scythes rotated along their fingers at the same time.

The quick attack that completely gave up defense appeared on the body of the two sides of the calamity with blood-colored breath, while on Ziyin's body, there were countless knife marks that emitted black gas.

The scars on both sides of the body gradually spread, as if they were burning with pieces of paper, and his face was still expressionless like this, as if the scars were not on his body at all.

And Ziyin on the opposite side was the same, the black gas on the knife marks gradually spread on Ziyin's body, and the white skin gradually attached to the black mist, and the plague gradually spread on his body.

On both sides is a rush attack that completely abandons defense. Now it's a matter of who kills the person in front of you first. Whoever kills first will have the ability to heal his injuries. This is a gamble, or it should be a gamble with your own life.

The plague can erode Ziyin's body, killing Ziyin's cells, and her body becomes more and more tired. And Ziyin's light is to burn the body of the two sides of the mortar in 1, and whoever can win will survive.

The body of the two-sided sufferer gradually burned and the bones gradually revealed. One hand was completely incinerated clean. However, Ziyin's body has been invaded by the plague, and her body has gradually turned black, while her senses have gradually become blurred.

The two jumped away at the same time, and both scythes fell completely to the ground.

A shotgun appeared in the hands of the two sides of the trouble, and a rifled gun appeared in Ziyin's hands.

"Bang!" "Bang!" (To be continued.) )