Chapter 43 Fighting Maniac

Dark Moon World.

"What kind of soldiers are these under Wangu's men? It's really not enjoyable to fight." Deep snow wiped the blood from the sword and looked dissatisfied.

"Hey, I said--" Liang Du stretched his body and complained to the third Yuewei Shenxue in a black cheongsam, "Did you take my and the boss to kill the other two deputy masters alone?"

"What deputy cabinet!" On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he roared that whenever he was ready to play, he was preempted by these two. On the battlefield, he can't find an opponent who can compete with him, which is simply a kind of suffering for the fighting maniac who loves to fight.

"Can those guys who were killed by you call them deputy cabinet masters? I'm afraid we don't even have the tenth place!"

"Ha! Another one!" Liang's sword stabbed into the opponent's heart and shouted excitedly, "It's another deputy cabinet master!"

The body trembled slightly on the eighth day of the first lunar month - did this guy listen to his words?

"I really don't know who taught you." On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he roared, and the two sword eyebrows trembled.

Unexpectedly, this was heard by Liang Du and Shen Xue at the same time. They rolled their eyes, looked sideways at their cabinet owner, and shrugged helplessly - not all of them were taught by you. We were all greatly influenced by you.

Zhang Lei and Hao Zhixue were frightened. After a while, Lin Tao and Wang Bo died in the hands of the seemingly dignified and gentle woman Shen Xue, and Hu Nan and He Lijia also died tragically in the hands of an inch-headed Liang alone.

The 6,000 Italians and 3,000 traps they brought seemed to be not enough to kill each other. The moon guard's combat effectiveness was stronger than they expected, so Shen Xue alone killed more than 300 traps under the cover of the moon soldiers.

Zhang Lei is the only featherer among the twelve deputy cabinet owners in the dark moon world, and he is also the most powerful deputy cabinet owner. His strength is not as good as the first echelon in the lunar world.

When Zhang Lei was distressed, he suddenly found a huge figure approaching him. It was okay not to look at it. At first glance, he was almost scared - it was the fierce god who broke through layers of obstacles and happily to kill Zhang Lei.

On the eighth day of the first, he completely ignored the Italian people around him who tried to stop him and the trap. He could kill one person directly with a knife. His eyes were shining, as if he had seen the long-awaited prey.

"Ha!" On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Lei fell to the ground and sat down, "Feather?"

Zhang Lei roared exaggeratedly. Soon, more than 20 Italian people were surrounded by Chuba to prevent him from approaching Zhang Lei and Hao Zhixue. Chuba sneered and looked up at the sky and shouted, "Get out of here, don't get in the way!"

This roar almost broke people's ears, and the sound wave alone shocked half of the Italian people around him. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he was very annoyed to see that there was still someone blocking him in front of him.

"I told you, don't get in the way!" On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he pulled out his sword and swept 180 degrees in place.

Looking at this devil-like horror cabinet owner Zhang Lei less than 40 meters away, he found that he had not drawn his sword just on the eighth day of the first lunar month, and he could kill so many people with his scabbard alone - how terrible is this guy's combat effectiveness!

All the more than ten people who stood in front of the eighth lunar month were cut off.

He grinned, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood splashed at the corners of his mouth. The excited light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He smiled and said, "It's your turn this time..."

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he held the sword in both hands and cut it down 40 meters away.

Zhang Lei was so scared that he thought that his life had returned to Huangquan. After a while, he found that he was fine, but the next second he could no longer be happy - and Hao Zhixue, who was less than half a meter, was split in half and split in front of him.

Zhang Lei was uncontrollable for a moment and vomited on the spot. It was the first time he saw such a bloody and cruel fight!

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he scratched his ears disapprovingly and muttered, "Really, if a drop of blood hadn't splashed into my eyes when I waved the sword just now, I wouldn't have split it."

Suddenly, a burst of dead leaves hit his abdomen faster than the speed of sound. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, they could not escape and were knocked out more than 20 meters away.

Liang Du and Shen Xue both woke up from the fanaticism in the battle - although they know that they can't cause much damage to the eighth month, but they can shoot away the people on the eighth day of the first lunar month... They can only be people with cabinet-level strength.

There are two more people behind Zhang Lei, a short-haired woman in red, with a charming figure, and the other... To be precise, she no longer looks like a human. Her whole body is covered with vines, and her skin has also mutated into bark.

The woman in red is naturally the only female cabinet owner in the dark moon world who eats blood. She looked at the trembling Zhang Lei and smiled contemptuously. However, she knows that few people can retreat from the eighth year of junior high school.

Another man who has no longer has been like him is a wooden man whose arm was cut off by Chuba a few months ago. Now his appearance is as shocking, like the eyes of a dead fish, revealing an indifferent murderous atmosphere, more like the breath of death.

Among the visitors, there are not only wooden people and blood-eating, but also three transformed magic traps. Liang Du and Shen Xue frowned slightly - the war situation did not seem to be as clear as before.

Chuba grinned and stared at the walking corpse-like wooden man, and was very excited.

Shenxue began to worry. She walked to Liang Du's side and whispered, "I just heard that the Lord of Tianding was ambushed and suffered heavy losses. Up to now, there is no news about the Lord of the Dragon Pavilion. Maybe... the whole army has been destroyed.

"If that's the case," Liang Du clenched the sword in his hand and replied, "Then... we won't be very easy next. I'm afraid that all ages will concentrate their troops against us. If the three major wars in the moon world lose their main combat effectiveness in this battle, then..."

"Then the Eternal will send Jin Minzhong, Xiao Nanhuo, Yuan Dingzhen and Shi Baide to attack the moon world in the same period."

Liang Du stopped talking. He stared at the burly back of the eighth year, and his heart was no longer so stable.

Deep snow thought: Eternal... It's really not simple. He seems to have sacrificed most of his troops, but he has successfully weakened the main combat power of the moon world. Now... I'm afraid there are only six moon pavilions that can still fight in the moon world.

In a brief silence, she stared at Liang Du and Shenxue, thinking about the same question - she is an Italian. If one day she completely destroys the bright moon world, her death will be near.

She is waiting for a good opportunity to lose both sides, and then escape back to the human world. She wants to return to the life of a normal person. Her eyes were full of sadness and hatred. She hated Yueshi. The best things in her life were destroyed by Yueshi.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he stood up from the dust, shook his arm, and grinned. The slender scars on his face were shaking. He looked at the strange wooden man dozens of meters away for a long time and said, "It's you. The arm has grown out. The source that satisfies me, you..."

Before the eighth day of the first lunar month, another burst of dead leaves flew in, and the scale was many times stronger than last time. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he jumped excitedly, fell into madness, and waved his sword crazily.

It's so fast! Deep snow was stunned. She couldn't see the speed of the strong arm waving the sword at all. She could only hear the sound of sword wind. In a while, thousands of blades of blades were cut in half. After a while, the fallen leaves were piled up with broken dead leaves.

Hundreds of gaps were still drawn in the cabinet owner's coat on the eighth day of the first eight. He laughed excitedly, took off the cabinet owner's coat, threw it to Shen Xue, and shouted, "It's too inconvenient!"

Dixue hurriedly took the coat and put it on herself helplessly. She and Liang Du were ready to lead the troops to clean up the remaining remnants. Suddenly, they found three magic traps standing in front of them. Liang was stunned. He was very surprised - the source of the three magic traps was very strange, from which he actually felt the source of the feather.

This is not an illusion. Liang Du thought of the shape of the wooden man and was shocked. Shouldn't the two ancient experiments have been successful?

Wan Gu ended the experiment on Italian people ten years ago, and the ultimate experimental plan was implemented for Ji Xiaoji.

Although the ultimate plan has stopped for ten years, the theoretical research has never stopped. After the wooden man was seriously injured on the eighth day of the first lunar month, Wan Gu madly decided to strengthen the ultimate experiment infinitely and apply it to the wooden man's body.

The final result exceeded the expectations of the ages - the wooden man lost his rationality and thinking, but he was able to obey his orders, and his combat effectiveness was promoted to the cabinet master level.

The army that had been occupying the upper hand in the eighth year encountered a new crisis, and the war situation has quietly changed.

In the fierce battle with the wooden people on the eighth day of the first lunar month, Liang was alone against Tegel. Shenxue and the other two first echelon Yuewei and Snako fought hard with Aligod.

Mu man suddenly lowered his head and hit the forehead of the eighth year. His feet jumped and kicked to the abdomen of the eighth lunar month. The eighth year was kicked dozens of meters away by the wooden man and knocked down a big tree.

Chuba rubbed his waist and stood up. The wooden man got up from the ground quietly, and the wooden man's head was a feather whip.

Zhang Lei couldn't believe his eyes - people in the Italian world can master the most noble and great tactic of featherers: illusion!

The wooden man released three consecutive feathering skills - the first time, hundreds of pieces of sinking wood the size of several people fell from the head of the eighth month; the second time, all the fallen leaves on the ground danced again, quickly surrounding the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Soon the figure of the eighth day of the first lunar month was not seen, leaving only tornado-like rotating and sharp leaves like iron pieces.

Countless pieces of wood fell from the ground that were cut on the eighth day of the first lunar month. The encirclement gradually narrowed, and with a loud noise, the leaves were shaken away. On the eighth day of the first day, he stood still and gasped, and there were at least hundreds of wounds scratched by leaves on his body, and his back and arms were full of bruises hit by wood. He grinned, his eyes bent slightly, laughed more arrogantly, and he was more excited.

The wooden man did not give a chance to breathe on the eighth day of the first lunar month, and the third feathering skill hit the eighth day of the lunar month.

Thousands of wooden arrows shot at the eighth year. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, they waved their swords and shot down their own wooden arrows crazily. Most of them were blocked until one directly stabbed the right thigh of the eighth year of the eighth lunar month. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he frowned, and then he was hit by at least 20 arrows, directly nailing him to a big tree.

"Big boss!" Liang Du was worried and was stabbed by Tegel.

Mu Ren thought that the eighth day was the end of the strong crossbow, so he raised his whip to give him a fatal blow. Unexpectedly, the wooden arrows on his body were almost all shaken away with a loud shout. He continued to grin, reached out and pulled out the arrow on his thigh. The blood shot directly. He threw away the wooden arrow casually without frowning, and roared, "It's great! I haven't had such a pleasure for a long time!"

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he held the sword in one hand and said, "Near birth, crazy sword."