Sword and Magic and Taxi

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　　 The bone pile in the crater has existed for thousands of years, and the windy sand, the unjust souls, and the hollow eye sockets on the skull looked at the two falling shadows. The huge half-lion man constantly draws out the vitality around him, allowing his right hand to grow back. Zhao Mai followed behind him, the long sword in his hand drawn a cold light.

　　Every Rajat fighter is a powerful creature that has been transformed, and the one who can become the Witch King is even the best. Hamana's second heart was still beating, which gave him a window of time to repair the first heart. Falling into a pile of bones is not a good image, but on the battlefield, can you still take care of this?

　　 There is not a trace of water in the bones, and most of them will be broken with the touch of wind and sun. The half lion fell violently, and coupled with the coercion of his psychic powers, a large number of bones became dust. With only a bang, the sky filled with smoke and dust forming a huge cloud, which rushed straight to the sky from the crater, like a new eruption. Zhao Mai rushed into the smoke and followed the figure of Hamana.

　　 The serious Witch King stopped talking nonsense. With his arm raised, countless bones formed a huge fist, and he swung a fist towards Zhao Mai. Just as Zhao Mai began to add and avoid this fist, he punched him directly from the crater of the skeleton.

　　 Zhao Mai exploded his own psychic powers, formed a sharp knife, and continued downward with his bone-cut fist, crackling sound. Hamana found that his counterattack couldn't reduce Zhao Mai at all, and there was no life force for him to absorb in the crater of the skeleton volcano. So he roared, kicked his legs, and tried to jump out from the side.

　　 The burden of changing directions in a sudden is very great, and that kind of increase will damage the internal organs, bones, and even squeeze blood directly out of the flesh wrapped in the skin. Hamana judged that Zhao Mai was too late to stop him, but he didn't know that his opponent was not even a human being. After a sudden second jump, Zhao Mai abruptly moved a distance and grabbed Hamanna's mane with his left hand.

　　 "The hand feels pretty good." Zhao Mai squirmed his fingers, grabbed the skin along the fur, and then pinched the muscles and bones. The two huddled together in the air, except that one was downward and the other rushed into the air. At this moment of intersection, Zhao Mai threw his body to its limit, and after a 360-degree rotation, he pinched the half-lion man's neck and threw it back to the ground.

　　 Zhao Mai hovered in the air, his body turned like a twist, accompanied by a creaking sound, he slowly rebounded, returning to his original human form. Hamana fell like a meteor, penetrating a skeletal graveyard tens of meters thick and hitting the bottom of the volcano.

　　 A dull "boom" faintly came from the ground, and then the shock wave of the impact. All the bones began to rise, spinning, colliding with each other, and rising. Skull, ribs, ulna and radial bones, pelvis, metacarpal bones and foot bones. These bones seemed to have come alive, slowly rising beside Zhao Mai, seeming to be dancing, and they seemed to be expressing gratitude with body language. The crater could not withstand the impact, so the whole swelled and collapsed outwards, and the bones shot out into the city like popcorn.

　　 The whole city began to scream and panic, at least for those who have not become fanatics. They tried their best to start to escape, preferring to hide in a desert with no green or water than in a city. But they couldn't run far, because small earthquakes would trip their feet, and the priests were trying to maintain order.

　　 "Let's go help them!" As soon as Sadili moved, Dorgian held her shoulders. Xiaohua stepped on the grain reserves, the latter pressed the accelerator, the car sank underground, and continued to widen the distance from the city. Without Zhao Mai's instructions, everyone, especially Satiri, would never leave the car.

　　 Zhao Mai is still in the crater, surrounded by soaring and dancing skeletons, chaotic. But his gaze always locked on Hamana, even though he had crashed into the ground. Rajat’s fighters are really tough, their modified bodies can withstand huge energy and can withstand huge injuries. Zhao Mai was happy that he had found a good opponent and a good sample, so he picked up the eight-eye sword and killed.

　　 He chased into the ground, punching through the hard rock, until he fell into the lava pipe of the past volcanic eruption with Hamana. The dark red liquefied rock covered the bodies of the two of them, their golden manes were stripped directly, and large areas of skin were torn off. On the other hand, Zhao Mai, the lava here is far less than the Doomsday Volcano, it can only be regarded as a healing massage trip.

　　 Fists and fists, swords and spells continue to collide, and the power is swayed wantonly. No matter what kind of energy, the lightning flame or the impact of the force field caused serious damage to the earth. The extinct volcano was forcibly beaten into an active volcano, but the magma that was trying to erupt was pressed back again by the continuous impact. The entire Ulrich city twitched in the waves of the shallow earthquake ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ everything was shaking, cracking, and collapsing.

　　 A huge underground cavity was created, completely suppressed by the impact of psychic powers. Even sand dust will become a solid and dense rock formation in this case. In the crypt, magma flows across, poisonous gas is permeated, and the dark red light brings hideous and distorted shadows. The eight-eye sword carries the power of ice, and every swing illuminates the cave like lightning. The huge lion people continue to lose flesh and limbs, and can no longer sustain their transformation and growth. Hamana had to return to his original form, standing vaguely by the lava.

　　 His scepter has been in Zhao Mai's hand, and the latter held it and checked it repeatedly. The scepter is made of an unknown alloy, with a black stone ball inlaid at each end. "I've seen this obsidian ball at Karak, but his ball is bigger. I remember he stretched out his hand to catch the obsidian ball before he died." Zhao Mai recalled the scene of the battle, with his finger on the scepter. Fumble on. The obsidian ball trembles for a while, and a powerful vitality immediately emerges from the scepter and is transmitted to Zhao Mai's arm.

　　 "It turned out to be so. The obsidian ball of the Witch King was used to collect life energy." Zhao Mai crushed the scepter and threw it into the lava. "You draw power from plants to cast magic, then what is the power drawn from intelligent creatures used for?"

　　 Hamana's golden eyes stared at Zhao Mai, and lava flowed through his body, taking away pieces of skin. But even with his muscles and blood vessels exposed, the Witch King still stood firm. His voice seemed to come from his abdominal cavity, deep but clear: "You haven't seen Dragon Magic? So that old ghost Karak is so resentful?"

　　 "Don't forget to comfort him when you come." Zhao Mai replied.