It was a blue zombie, also rotting flesh, but the chill emanated from its body. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info cold air shrouded here, the temperature plummeted at this moment, and it roared again, expressing its absolute strength.

"I think this guy is the leader of the zombies. Marcos looked at the necklace in his hand that frantically absorbed the aura of darkness. Maffeo just whispered a "hmm", I don't know why, since the zombie appeared, an inexplicable force has been surging in his heart, which also disturbs him a little uneasy.

"Shall we go, Maffeo?" said Marcos, looking at Maffeo in a daze.

Maffeo came back to his senses and said perfunctorily, "Okay." ”

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Maffeo patted his forehead, trying to sober himself up.

"Okay, let's go get rid of that guy. Marcos rushed at the blue zombie.

At this time, a blue magic array appeared under the feet of the blue zombie, and the magic array followed it like its pet. A string of names could be faintly seen on the magic array, and Marcos glanced at it, and the name suddenly appeared in his heart: Bone Hell.

"Is that your name? Let me help you get rid of it sooner. Marcos swung his knife at it.

However, Bone Hell's thin-looking body caught Marcos's sharp knife with his hand, and Marcos looked at Bone Hell's blue hand in disbelief, which seemed so unreal.

However, Marcos could not think any longer, and the power of Bone Breath's hand began to exert force, and it pulled the knife with incredible force. Marcos felt that his sword was almost out of his hands, and at that moment, Maffeo rushed over and swung his great sword in an attempt to cut off the arm of Hellrest. However, the moment he swung his sword, the magic array under the feet of Bone Hell lit up with a flash of blue light, and then a very tiny block of ice exploded on Maffeo's leg.

Maffeo let out a cry of pain, and the movement of his hand stopped. The explosion of the ice directly blew a small piece of his leg into blood, and Maffeo covered his wound and began to sweat on his face.

"Are you alright, Maffeo?" asked Marcos hurriedly.

"It's okay...... Damn, it really hurts. Maffeo ripped off a small piece of his shirt and bandaged the wound briefly.

At this time, Marcos had already used his greatest strength to prevent the bone prison breath from tearing the knife in his hand to the ground, he gritted his teeth and said: "You guy is really strong, obviously with a thin body. Hellbreath let out a low roar, as if to tell Marcos that this was his own strength.

After treating his wounds, Maffeo rushed over with a limp, and he circled behind the Bone Hell, and when he tried to attack again, he swung his sword at the moment when a black cat demon came out of nowhere and pounced on him. Maffeo was shocked, and quickly withdrew his attack and instead held the big sword in front of his eyes to resist the cat demon's claws.

After the cat demon landed, it attacked again at a very fast speed, but this time it did not jump up but stopped in place and quickly waved its claws, Maffeo could only jump back helplessly if he did not collect his sword in time, even so, under the dazzling attack of the cat demon, his pants were still scratched with a few small scratches, and blood slowly oozing out of the scratches.

At this time, Marcos was still in a stalemate with Bone Prison, and the hand of Bone Prison was already flowing blood under the blade, and it was a normal person who would have been unable to stand it for a long time, but it was not a human being, but a poor zombie who had lost his mind.

Marcos also looked at the magic circle at his feet vigilantly, and the scene of Maffeo being hit just now was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The magic array lit up again with a blink of blue light, and Marcos secretly said no, and in desperation, he kicked at the Bone Prison Breath, trying to interrupt its attack. Although the kick hit the leg of the bone prison breath heavily, the other party was not affected in the slightest. At the same time, the tiny block of ice exploded in Marcos' chest. What seems like a tiny block of ice is actually extremely powerful, and it directly blows Marcos's cuirass to pieces. At the same time, Marcos lost his strength in his hand, and the bone prison breathed his knife off as he wished.

Having lost his weapon, Marcos jumped back to dodge the ensuing swing of the Bone Breath, and after dodging it, he ripped off the tattered breastplate, which was no longer effective for his body. "Well done, you look good at taking my weapons and ruining my breastplate. Marcos gritted his teeth, thinking about what to do as he dodged the next round of attacks.

Maffeo finally hacked the cursed cat demon to death with a lameness, and at this time, his clothes and pants also had many scratches caused by the cat's claws. Maffeo, who was thinking of attacking the Bone Prison, at this moment, the inexplicable force in his heart agitated again, and the steps he had taken stopped.

A demonic voice sounded in his heart: "The enemy in front of you is strong, you should need my strength." The voice shook Maffeo's heart, causing him to regain his nerves.

"Fuck off, I don't need your strength. Maffeo gasped in reply, though it sounded understated.

"Haha, I'll wait for you to think about it, when necessary......" The voice faded away, but each word pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

Maffeo looked at Marcos, who had lost his weapon and was wrestling with Bone Hell, and he had been trying to retrieve the Blade, but Bone Hellbreath was always only one body away from the Blade. Whenever Marcos wanted to step forward, it would wave its rotten hands and prepare to tear Marcos apart. And in the distance, the Xiaoice block that will suddenly explode on his body at some point also threatens Marcos.

Maffeo took a deep breath and seemed to be relaxing himself. After this, he rushed to the Bone Prison as he shouted at Marcos, "I'll hold this guy back, you hurry up and get your weapon back." As he finished speaking, the blade of his sword almost slashed into the body of Bone Hell.

As before, Bone Hell Breath gripped the greatsword tightly with a force that didn't match its body, and its hand wasn't even cut off alive by the force. Like said before, this doesn't seem so real. Bone Inferno's old trick was repeated, and it began to pull Maffeo's greatsword vigorously.

A red circle appears at Maffeo's feet, and Marcos summons Kazan to give Maffeo a boost in strength. And as he tried to pick up his knife, the ice exploded on his body. Marcos felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. The ice exploded alive in his chest, which had no protection. Marcos clutched the small piece of flesh on his chest, but even then he managed to pick up the knife.

He gasped for air, clearly in great pain from the injury. He bandaged his wounds as quickly as Maffeo had done before, and he looked at his left hand at the same time, ready to free the demon once again.

If it weren't for the night pendant, I'm afraid that the two would have been buried here. The aura of darkness had been permeating the area, and the Night Necklace was absorbing the substance, and Marcos was now a little grateful to Norton. Although he was indeed annoying in some ways, the thought of this necklace made Marcos realize what a lovely person he was.

The greatsword slammed to the ground, and Maffeo stayed there as if he were in a trance. Marcos' roar was inaudible to him, and Hell's hands were waving at him, and he still didn't make any movements. Markos held the knife in both hands and vigorously blocked the swing of the Bone Prison, and under the influence of the wound and the power of the Bone Prison, Marcos could barely resist the swing.

Kazan of the Sword Soul had disappeared, and Maffeo stayed where he was, and the voice sounded in his heart again: "See, the enemy in front of you is far from what you can deal with, so use my power." Haha!"

"Fuck off, I... Don't want to use your damn powers. Maffeo said this, but his hands began to smell of blood as if they had been manipulated.

Marcos barely distanced himself from Bone Prison as he looked at Maffeo, who was still where he was. The smell of blood crept into his nostrils, and he realized something was wrong, and he yelled loudly, "No, Maffeo, don't be manipulated by Kazan!"

Although Maffeo could no longer hear him......