dognovel Chapter 527 The Illusion Is Broken, Wait For Death Obediently, Okay?
Chapter 527 The Illusion Is Broken, Wait For Death Obediently, Okay?
The metamorphosis of the soul demon made the pupils of the hell poet constrict slightly.
He's starting to realize...
The guy in front of him has completely degenerated into a hostile force.
It was three against one before.
The situation is very good.
But when the hell poet didn't understand, it was only a few minutes, and his advantage was reversed instantly.
"Damn it!"
The hell poet hastily responded.
He raised the flute in his hand, trying to create the dream again.
But at this moment, a terrifying sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded from the side.
But he saw arrogantly flicking the long whip in his hand, and in an instant, the long whip drew an arc and swung it towards the hell poet's cheek. 28 When the Poet of Hell saw this, there was a trace of ripples under his feet.
Immediately afterwards, the whole person disappeared in place.
Thus appeared in the rear of arrogance.
And the long whip seemed to have life, and it came to an emergency stop in mid-air, and then, it turned in an instant, and once again rushed head-on to the hell poet.
Artifact!
This is a real artifact!
Although because of arrogance, only a projection appeared in the world at this moment, and the power of the artifact was greatly weakened.
But the extraordinary ability he showed still made the hell poet a little embarrassed.
Clumsy!
Arrogance has always been hiding its own strength.
But now, when he completely broke his face with the hell poet, he had already begun to show no scruples.
The sound of breaking through the air made by the flick of the long whip, even the eternal strong will become deaf in an instant when they hear it.
no doubt.
This is a high-end game.
Except for the demigods, everything is humble ants.
The hell poet hurriedly dodged, and for a while, he had no chance to blow the flute in his hand again.
And at this moment, another twisted and frightening figure rushed out from the side.
It is the soul demon!
The soul demon at this moment has already turned into a huge blood tumor.
It seems that the whole body has swelled countless times, and countless twisted and swaying tentacles grew densely on the body.
Rao is the hell poet tossing and turning, showing the ultimate agility.
But under the siege of arrogance and soul demons, he still fell into a disadvantage.
"call out!"
And at this moment, a tentacle unexpectedly emerged from the ground.
The tentacles were like poisonous snakes, and they wrapped around the Hell Poet's right leg in an instant.
The most intrusive thing is that at the moment of entanglement, a gap was opened at the top of the tentacle, and immediately after that, ten mouths full of dense teeth opened impressively.
"Pfft!"
The mouth full of sharp teeth gnawed directly on Judgment Soul Demon's body.
Visible to the naked eye, the color of the hell poet's right leg at this moment suddenly turned black and purple.
Obviously, the terrible toxin penetrated into the body of the hell poet through the sharp teeth.
And the bards of hell are nothing but dark gods.
If ordinary people had witnessed everything, they would have panicked to the extreme and were at a loss.
And the flute in the hands of the hell poet slammed down, and the next second, the entire right leg was broken directly.
Gecko broken arm.
In order to prevent toxins from corroding his body, he actually chose to abolish his right leg.
But the house leak happened to rain all night.
Just when Hell Poetry 303 was about to reorganize the attack, his body suddenly tightened.
However, he saw that the long whip of thorns in the hands of arrogance had already entangled him tightly.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Accompanied by the strength of the long whip gradually increased.
The bones of the hell poet resounded with harsh cracking sounds.
"Pfft!"
And when the tightness reached its peak, the entire body of the hell poet was completely crushed.
Everything around me began to crumble.
Thus, the arrogance returned to the original minister of the ruins.
Looking straight ahead arrogantly, the pale Hell Poet has a charming smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Oh."
"Stop resisting, okay?"