Luo Xue stared at the thief in front of him closely, he was obviously much stronger than the thief he had encountered before. Both in strength and experience. He is now trapped in the basement, looking at the only entrance. The thief smiled wickedly, and his body stopped at the entrance to the basement. He threw another throwing knife at his back, and after a few bounces, the knife hit a hidden trap. An iron door came out of the entrance, cutting it off, and now there was no light to see.

At the same time as the light was lost, the sound of the thieves' footsteps reappeared. Luo Xue's eyes darkened, and she instinctively raised her broken sword.

In the darkness of the basement, some flickering sparks were heard again, instantly illuminating the dark and damp ground. Two muffled crashes followed.

"Oh, can you still find my place?" In the darkness, a questioning voice came out, giving Luo Xue a chance to breathe.

Luo Xue crossed the broken sword, and blood was already flowing from the corner of her mouth. The thief in front of him is not only dazzling with two daggers in his hands. The flying knife he used was simply pointing and hitting wherever it was, which put Luo Xue under great pressure.

Luo Xue is also a good night fighter, but he is narrow. The thick smell of blood that permeated the surroundings made Luo Xue frown.

"Why are you doing this?" Luo Xue gritted her teeth, and the two heavy blows on her waist and abdomen almost made her unable to straighten her waist.

"Because, this is a gift from death!" the thief replied, throwing a throwing knife. "And you! are the sacrifice of death to me!"

The flying knife grazed over Luo Xue's head and ricocheted on the dark wall, but it was blocked in time by Luo Xue, who was already prepared.

I can't see anything now. Luo Xue could only rely on his own intuition, but the thief on the opposite side turned into a berserker, and the double dagger in his hand was merciless, frantically giving Luo Xue an attack.

Luo Xue took out the dragon scale shield behind her shoulder with her right hand and put it on her chest. He struggled to block as he retreated onto the pile of corpses.

"Your shield can actually block my dagger!" the thief jumped high and aimed at Luo Xue's head, and when he was about to strike a fatal blow, he was kicked away by Luo Xue.

He now has no support from the battle spirit, and in the face of the enemy who will be attached to the battle spirit, he is completely at a disadvantage. Luo Xue is completely relying on local hardening spells to resist, and only fatal damage will be dodged with all her might. Even so, Luo Xue's whole body was covered with bruises.

Luo Xue found the gap, and the spell model on her right hand was rapidly charged and sent to the ground where the thief had just fallen.

"What!" a thick spur emerged from the thief's feet, straight into his crotch. But the thief shouted, and his legs puffed up with strength, and in an instant he was entangled in the blood-red thick phantom. He kicked the hard thorns and landed smoothly to the ground.

What kind of combat skill is this! This time it was Luo Xue's turn to be surprised. If such a combat skill had been used against Luo Xue just now, I am afraid that Luo Xue would have been seriously injured by now.

"I didn't expect to use the power of death. The corners of the thief's mouth twitched, and his face seemed to have turned into a masked grim reaper, and Luo Xue couldn't help but disturb his mind just by looking at it for a while.

His body was also uncomfortable after using this move, and his steps were a little disordered, and he seemed to be out of his control.

"Die......" the thief cried in a low voice, his voice echoing through the basement for a long time.

He crossed his left and right hands, and the two daggers tore through the air and stabbed straight into Luo Xue's chest. Luo Xue's breathing had to stop at this moment.

Although it seemed to others to be just a simple stab, Luo Xue's body was indeed under inexplicable pressure, and she couldn't move at all, as if she was being stared at by death.

The god of death, one of the gods believed in by pagans, is similar to the god of the earth, it is also the product of the deification of a certain person in ancient times, and has a corresponding archetype.

People who believe in the Grim Reaper will kill indiscriminately to increase their killing power. It is the most powerful organization among the infidels, but it is also the most independent. The members of them are not united with each other, but each of them is very powerful. Some pagans even reached the point where a single person could slaughter a small town.

Gaining the power of faith through slaughter, most of which is absorbed by oneself, is one of the most desired ways for those who thirst for power to strengthen themselves quickly.

The thieves Luo Xue faced were loyal followers of the Grim Reaper, and could even become the embodiment of the Grim Reaper for a short time, descending on the power of the Grim Reaper.

No reason, no motive, pure desire to kill made him a mad beast.

In the face of such a fierce beast, Luo Xue grabbed the broken sword. The drop pendant on his chest was pre-emptive, and a violent light shield erupted, which catapulted the thief into the wall, smashing a deep pit.

Unlike the usual reticle, it transforms into a multicolored color. Luo Xue's mind was restless, he saw that the protective shield was gradually disappearing, but the injuries in his body were also recovering quickly.

The pendant on his chest was now chaotic again, and Luo Xue sighed, and looked at the thief with a serious look.

"There is actually a treasure on your body!" the thief was detached from the state just now, and he saw the pendant on Luo Xue's chest burst out with colorful light, and said fiercely.

Two successive attacks that he thought he was going to kill missed, and the thief's face twisted into an angry expression.

The quality of the broken sword in Luo Xue's hand is absolutely extraordinary, the shield has extremely strong defensive power, and now there is another demigod ornament.

"How can you have so many treasures!" he yelled angrily, flicking the daggers in both hands violently.

The dagger was infused with blood-red battle energy, and it became scarlet demonic. Luo Xue turned the dragon scale shield sideways, still carried to the ground by inertia.

The dagger was bounced into the air, but as if it had a spirit, it returned to the thief's hands.

"The strength I worked so hard to gain was actually offset by a few random treasures!" the thief looked at Luo Xue angrily, he understood that he couldn't, hated everything that didn't belong to him.

"Do you think this is what I want!" the words poked Luo Xue's sore spot, and he shouted loudly. The broken sword was affected by Luo Xue's state of mind, and it also began to shake violently.

The thief saw the broken sword shaking on its own, and his eyes lit up with jealousy. Furious, he didn't hear Luo Xue's words, and raised his hands.

"Death Ut, please give me more power!" the thief shouted, a great deal of anger lurking in his heart. His anger at Luo Xue turned into a blood-red mist, making him completely armed with a full scarlet armor.

This breath!

Luo Xue was shocked, he had seen it in that person's body before. The one who is guarded by the black dragon.

But this can't be explained at all! If that person is the god of death, why is it like this! Luo Xue didn't have time to think about it, the thief in front of him had already rushed over, and his two daggers merged into one, and a sharp blood-red spike simply appeared, which was more than a meter long. (To be continued.) )