The aura of darkness is getting thicker and thicker, and Xiao Xue is always in danger of being pierced by a black sickle in it.
But she doesn't want to admit defeat and is stubborn. She doesn't want Erha's help. This kind of growth under pressure is exactly what she wants now.
There are already cracks in the ice shield. If we don't find a chance to break out of the darkness, the only thing left to wait may be death.
Deacon Wu didn't expect that a person at the peak of Dou Wang could persist for such a long time in his own darkness.
You can clearly see that in the darkness, Xiao Xue is constantly using ice shields to protect herself, this kind of keen judgment.
Before, her whole body was still covered in an ice shield, but at this time, Xiao Xue was only holding an ice shield, which could reduce the use of a lot of fighting energy.
At the same time, it can also increase the time of confrontation. I don’t know whether it is bold or powerful.
Deacon Wu admired Xiao Xue more and more. If he could join the Soul Palace, he would surely grow into an excellent hunter.
It's a pity that he didn't want to, and Deacon Wu felt a pity.
While feeling regretful, the attack on Xiao Xue became even more crazy.
The black scythe turned into countless fighting spirit scythes and attacked Xiao Xue from different positions from all directions.
Xiao Xue is in darkness, but the ice shield is a mirror, the light that exists in the darkness.
The ice shield in his left hand resisted the attack of the real scythe, and the frost sword in his right hand kept swinging, turning into ice spikes to block the phantom of the scythe transformed by fighting spirit.
Relying on the balance of the ice shield and the frost sword, the body kept changing positions in it, just like an immortal dancing gracefully in it, avoiding the killing moves coming from other directions.
Deacon Wu could clearly see all Xiao Xue's movements, but he didn't expect that his attacks would not work at all. In fact, he couldn't be blamed for this. If it hadn't been for the assassination at Miter Auction House, Xiao Xue wouldn't have studied how to rely on him in the dark.
Listen to avoid all dangerous actions.
Since that time, ear power has become another important item in Xiao Xue's practice.
Sometimes your eyes can deceive you, but the dangers your ears hear are definitely real, because they will only issue warnings when you are close to danger.
It won't be far away so that people can avoid harm.
Butler Wu obviously doesn't know that Xiao Xue has this skill.
While retracting the sickle, Deacon Wu slowly spread his right hand out flat, then put his palm down and squeezed it hard, as if he was squeezing an ant to death.
The black mist in the sky became thicker, and it turned out that he was releasing greater pressure.
A black mist fell from the sky and hit Xiao Xue directly. Although Xiao Xue's ears were strong, she was hit directly by the black mist.
Still unable to bear it, her whole body was directly oppressed. Xiao Xue struggled to support the Frost Sword with both hands, and her body continued to bend downwards under the pressure of gravity.
He may have been a young and handsome young man before, but now his face is distorted, as if he is facing a strong wind, and his lips are constantly rolling.
But behind him, it was like a mountain bearing down on top, making people unable to breathe.
Butler Wu smiled proudly again, let's see how long you can persist.
Xiao Xue spat out a mouthful of blood with a "Wow" sound, soaking the Frost Sword in her hand. The Frost Sword, which was originally traceless in ice and snow, now looked like plum blossoms in full bloom.
The bones of his body were sizzling and in danger of breaking, and the sweat on his body had already wet his entire body.
She looked even more lonely and weak under the strong wind, but Xiao Xue stood up little by little under the pressure.
The blood on the corner of the mouth was clearly hanging, seeming to tell the story of the danger just now.
Deacon Wu was shocked. What did he want to do? He was still able to stand up.
This seems to be nothing compared to the pain caused by soaking in the earth core lotion.
His body had become so strong that it was almost terrifying. Just now, he could still hear the sound of his bones cracking, but now he was able to stand up again little by little.
What's going on? Why is my pressure useless to the little Dou Wang?
Just as Butler Fog was thinking about the problem, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.
It is like a bright light in the darkness, guiding people on the way back.
What is that? Butler Wu watched as thunder and lightning flashed continuously in his fighting skills.
Is it possible that he can also control thunder and lightning? How is it possible?
No, my majestic fighting sect has been unable to win a fighting king for such a long time. If this spreads out, the entire soul hall will laugh out loud.
Deacon Wu was completely angered by Xiao Xue. He waved the black sickle in his hand. This time he used more fighting spirit.
I originally thought of using the constant pressure brought by this fighting skill to make him completely surrender, or even kill him.
Unexpectedly, everything came to nothing.
"Crazy continuous slashing!"
The black sickle was like a sharp knife cutting through tangled knots, constantly slashing at Xiao Xue from top to bottom.
There was a sword in Xiao Xue's hand, a sword possessed by lightning.
Xiao Xue endured the pain caused by the black sickle constantly attacking her body.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, raised the Thunder Sword, and shouted: "Thunder, break!"
Lightning strikes struck the dark clouds one after another. Seeing Xiao Xue in the black mist being attacked by his own scythe, Butler Wu gathered his strength and launched a counterattack.
He didn't care at all about the pain of the sickle passing through his body, and he didn't even utter a scream.
What kind of willpower must he have? To be able to do this.
As the last bolt of lightning struck the sky like a beam of light, the black mist that had just been placed on the dark clouds actually dispersed.
A ray of sunshine emerges from the black mist like clouds and the sun appears, reappearing in the light.
Deacon Fog couldn't help but move back. At this time, the sky was bright again and became more clearly visible than before.
Butler Wu held up the black scythe and praised: "You are the first person to escape from my darkness. I never thought that a fighting king has such strength."
Xiao Xue's aura was a little chaotic, but she held the sword in both hands and looked at Deacon Wu sharply.
He raised his hand to wipe the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Thank you for the compliment."
"If someone like you joins us, I think even the palace master will train you personally, but it's a pity..."
Xiao Xue took over Deacon Wu's words and said with a playful tone.
"It's a pity that I'm not a good person, am I?"
Deacon Wu laughed heartily, Xiao Xue's temper became more and more to his liking.
Compared to Han Feng's submissive look, he felt like he was seeing his father when he saw him.
Deacon Wu prefers people like Xiao Xue. If such people are conquered, it will help the organization.
"Yes, it's a pity that you don't know how to praise and choose to go against us. I admit that you are very good, but it's a pity that it is not enough."
Xiao Xue did not refute. If he really wanted to fight, he was really not his opponent. After all, there was a huge gap between Douzong and Douwang.
It is difficult to win without the help of strength, but Xiao Xue, who has far more trump cards than these, will not give in easily.