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A thin layer of water adheres to it, as if it were enchanted.

The other party came very fast, and he was flying as if he was being lifted and flying.

After approaching Makoto three or five meters away, he waved his hand lightly, and the dead qi around his body immediately shot out like a poisonous snake out of a hole, directly aimed at Makoto's limbs.

Apparently he didn't mean to live with Makoto, and Makoto's words just now intrigued him, especially as he wondered why he knew secrets that even Elena didn't know.

Yes, the guy who let others call him king is indeed abnormal, and this abnormality has become more and more serious after Elena turned back, although he has been staying away from him, but he does notice that the guy's strength has fluctuated abnormally.

He had thought it was Elena's doing, but if that was the case, Elena wouldn't have come back so soon, and she should have waited a little longer.

The dead air that rushed towards Makoto was cut into several pieces by Makoto several times, and fell to the ground like the wriggling tentacles of an octopus.

"How is that possible!" the dry corpse exclaimed, obviously surprised that his dead air had been cut off. His eyes froze, staring at the scimitar in Makoto's hand.

Of course, he didn't think that it was not the scimitar wielded by Makoto that actually worked, but the attachment on it, and the sea temporarily hindered his control of the dead air.

However, after the dead air on the ground squirmed a few times, it returned to its main body again, apparently not receiving much damage.

He complimented, "Interesting, but what do you think you can do with a scimitar?" ”

The death qi is obviously just energy, but it exerts a similar position-like strength, he and Makoto are three meters apart, but these three meters constitute a moat, Makoto has tried many times, but he can't advance even a meter at all, except for the tentacles that keep appearing from the dead air, the dead qi that surrounds the dry corpse itself is a good defense.

Although Makoto knew that the sea water was very lethal to this thing, things were not worse yet, and he obviously didn't want to consume too much seawater.

Especially during this time, he has understood what the other party meant.

He kept swinging his sword, and while retreating, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Hmm, your ability is so cool, is this the innate ability you have obtained by advancing to the next level?" It would be nice if my advanced abilities were the same. ”

"It's okay, although you don't have a chance to advance, but you're not enjoying it." ”

"I can't say that, I only like to have good things to myself, and it's a bit unacceptable to share them with you. ”

He laughed and said gloomily, "Then I'll let you enjoy it to yourself." ”

The dead air suddenly swelled, and four huge snake heads emerged from it, and then pounced on Makoto.

Makoto let out a chuckle and exclaimed, "Seven styles, twin cuckoos." ”

The scimitar in his hand forcibly violated the trajectory that best suited it, cutting four dotted lines through the air, splitting four into eight.

Then he had a short sword in his left hand for some time, and a swift in his left hand cut off these slightly stiff dead air.

He lowered his right hand holding the scimitar and said, "At most, you can flexibly manipulate four, it seems that your control of your own power is not as good as I thought, why, if you don't imitate them, they won't be lethal?"

Seeing that the dead corpse was not equipped with any equipment, a flash of clarity flashed in his heart, and then he said, "Your strength should not be cultivated by yourself." Actually, you haven't fought at all. ”

Makoto seemed to have hit his death point, so he said gloomily: "So what, in the face of you who have not advanced to the level, do you think you can win me? Although you do have one or two weapons to restrain my ability, but you are greater than the consumption." ”

He really has no experience in fighting, in this kind of situation where the undead on the island woke up and was deceived by the corpse who claimed to be the king, even he didn't think about fighting at all, and it was exactly the same as Makoto, he relied on just instinct, and for his own ability, he put it into actual combat for the first time.

Seeing that the other party did not continue to attack, Cheng smiled and said, "Let me guess, you entered the rank after the guy known as the king gave you strength, right? ”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he was told by Cheng that he was in his heart.

"Actually, you already regret it, rushing out so recklessly. ”

He didn't answer, so Makoto continued: "It's inevitable, a person who has never fought, once his strength is no longer able to possess overwhelming characteristics, the instinct to protect himself will inevitably regret it, and if you maintain the utmost wisdom, then you must also preserve these nasty instincts." ”

He pointed at himself and said with a smile: "But I'm different, I keep some memories of the battles before I live, and they are all memories of fighting to the death, so even in the face of you who are far stronger than me, I can still overcome my fear and face you with a stable grip on the weapon." ”

Seeing that the fluctuations of the other party's control of the dead qi were becoming more and more violent, Makoto knew that the hint implanted by the other party should not be intensified again, so he changed the subject and said, "But what I want to say is not this, but something that you should be interested in." ”

After a pause, he asked softly at a slow pace, "Haven't you ever thought about why you suddenly rushed over so impulsively? Are you really impulsive just because you have entered the rank and I have not entered? Think about it carefully, you were obviously very defensive of me before, but you were very afraid of Elena hiding in the shadows, why did you rush over impulsively after hearing me say the state of that person?"

Without giving the other party a chance to refute, Makoto continued: "You haven't been outside for a long time, it's inevitable, it's impossible for him to let you go out and see the island now, because in that case, you are likely to understand a lot of things." ”

Seeing that the other party's emotions were triggered by himself, he said slowly: "For example, it will make you understand the fact that he is very weak now." ”

After a few seconds, he smirked and continued, "Like the fact that you are being controlled. ”

His face changed and he shouted, "This can't be!"

Makoto pointed to his eyes and said, "I am very different from you before he took him in, you see that our eyes are different, do you think this is really simple empowerment? Why? What is the benefit of empowering you? Or he told you that it is wisdom, which may seem to be true at first, but have you forgotten that there are those zombies who have the same eyes, why they don't have wisdom?" And although you didn't answer before, I can see from your performance that you and Elena have indeed not recovered for a long time, so haven't you noticed that some seniors are much less intelligent than you?"

Seeing that the dead qi around the other party's body was becoming more and more unstable, Makoto's voice turned soft, and said: "Elena is the same as you, but it's different, she may or may not be revived as a dry corpse, but her armor is very high-grade but can't be wrong, have you ever thought about what such a set of high-level magic equipment does, have you ever thought about it, why is it her who rebels instead of you." ”

"She'......"

"Her armor dispersed the control, at least partially, I don't know exactly what happened, but eventually we met outside. We ......"

Finally, as soon as we said the two words, he suddenly stopped, his eyes slightly wide open, staring at the back of the dry corpse, his shoulders relaxed, and he smiled like a sigh of relief.

The corpse's face changed, and he instinctively turned his head to look back, because he knew that there was only one person who could make Makoto relax.

Elena, the one who rebelled against them and fled outside.

"Two poses, woodpeckers. Suddenly I remembered such a voice behind me.

"Oops, fooled. ”

But apparently he realized it a little late, and by the time the words reached his ears, Makoto's sword had completely pierced the dead air that was protecting him and hit him in the head.

With a soft pop, a small hole exploded in the back of his head, and the short sword attached to the sea stabbed into it.

Makoto jumped back and looked at the frozen other party, and let out a long sigh.

Poof.

The other party fell.

He came to him, drew his short sword, and spat into it uncomfortably, uh no, it was seawater, and then he sat down next to him with confidence.

Cheng took a few deep breaths and said as if venting his emotions: "Obviously we are enemies, why do you still listen to my nonsense, just listen to my nonsense, why think about those nonsense that I don't even know what I said, just think about it, I really started to believe me, stupid to such an extent, I really deserve to die." ”

He shook his head and sighed, "Haven't you heard that the villain dies of talking too much?"

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