Monster Paradise

At the moment when the tentacle penetrated the eye of Lin Huang, the evil spirits perceive an abnormality, and the movement is slightly stagnation.

At this time, a **** man was attacked by lightning, pointing to the top of the evil spirits.

This red mangling is coming to an extreme. The evil spirits are hit by the roots and the huge body shape is slammed to the ground.

On the top of the evil spirits, a long-cut blood-stained blade with more than two meters is inserted halfway through. The person holding the knife is Lin Huang, who is entangled in a **** life.

Until then, the "Lin Huang" that was planted by evil spirits slowly turned into a little bit of star.

Lin Huang holds the knife in both hands and wants to continue to use force to push the cracking knife into a deeper place.

The evil spirits roared, and hundreds of tentacles almost simultaneously turned into long whip, and went to Linhuang to smash and wanted to tear him into pieces.

Seeing countless tentacles flooding like tides, Lin Huang immediately pulled out his sword and his feet violently pulled out.

The location of the wound of the evil spirits, the black blood constantly overflows, due to the characteristics of the cracking knife, even with its super-repair ability, the wound is difficult to heal in a short time.

Resist the pain, the hundreds of tentacles of the evil spirits swept away toward Lin Huang as the bones of the bones. The tentacles, which were originally only seven or eight meters long, have been extended to the top of the kilometer without being cut off.

Lin Huang's body shape is swiftly driven by the blessing of blood-stained particles, and even the faintness is a bit faster than the strong one who has just been promoted to the Imperial Palace.

However, the tentacles of the evil spirits are faster, just like the sky and the earth, and the distance between the original intervals is only a few tens of meters.

"How long can this tentacle stretch?" Lin Huang fled while secretly groaning in his heart.

Because he had encountered a monster of similar form in the past, he actually expected the tentacles of the evil spirits to be stretched, but thought that it was not difficult to escape the tentacles. As a result, the tentacles extended far longer than his. Expected.

Seeing that a tentacle is less than two meters away from his ankle, and still approaching, Lin Huang had no choice but to take a volley, and a black mirror condensed out of thin air.

Hundreds of tentacles completely ignored the mirror's blockage, forcibly smashed up, but was blocked by a root outstretched shot.

When Lin Huang saw it, he did not do much entanglement. He pulled away and continued to move toward the distance.

When he left, the dark mirror lost its energy support and collapsed directly. The root tentacles of the evil spirits continued to chase.

However, it was blocked with a dark mirror, and he opened a distance of several tens of meters.

Although the dark mirror can stop this wave of tentacles, Lin Huang did not intend to use dark mirrors and evil spirits.

The secret of the dark mirror is related to the opponent's attack. The stronger the attack, the higher the frequency, and the more his life loss. According to his own words, the source of energy of evil spirits comes from his own body, which is almost endless. Even if three lives can fill the card, Lin Huang will certainly be inconvenient.

Lin Huang decisively chose to use his dark mirror to gain time for himself, and he will retreat at a touch.

He knows that the tentacles of the evil spirits will be extended, and there must be a length limit. This kind of secret technique that has a strong burden on the flesh must have a boundary. Exceeding the boundary, the flesh will be unable to bear, but the sorcerer will be hit hard, but the flesh will directly disintegrate.

Sure enough, the tentacles of the evil spirits finally stopped when they reached more than 3,000 meters. Although they were not reconciled, he recovered all his tentacles.

Seeing the evil spirits stopped chasing, Lin Huang stopped at the position of 3,500 meters, and looked at the evil spirits.

Although the blow caused trauma to the evil spirits and escaped the pursuit of the tentacle, the expression on Lin Huang’s face was not easy.

"His tentacle attack distance is at least 3,200 meters, and with the number of tentacles and attack speed, I want to be close to me. Even if I catch a flaw and succeed in closeness, one or two knives can't kill him. It’s hard..."

Just as Lin Huang was still thinking about countermeasures, the body of evil spirits that had been running for thousands of meters gradually faded away, and once again completely invisible, blending with the surrounding environment.

The strength of the battle has been raised to six-step habitat. The scope of Lin Huang is no longer limited by the strength of the three-step habitat of Lancelot. The radius of the field has soared from three kilometers to six kilometers.

He seems to be standing in a daze, but every move of the evil spirits is under his observation.

After the evil spirits were invisible, this time they went straight to Linhuang. The speed of his movement was not even slower than that of Lin Huang. In the blink of an eye, he was deceived to a place less than 100 meters away from Lin Huang.

Until then, Lin Huang still did not have any movements, no dodge, or even defense.

At the moment of deceiving into the 20-meter range, the evil spirits finally couldn’t help but launch an attack.

"This time, you can't escape!"

Hundreds of tentacles, through different trajectories to cut through the void, instantly sealed down all the retreats of Lin Huang, even if it is a mosquito, I am afraid it is difficult to escape from this day.

Seeing that Lin Huang was going to be smashed into a honeycomb, he suddenly made a strange whisper in his cuff, and a black-breasted flying knife screamed out. The ink feathers that have not been used for a long time are turned into black fish, and they collide with the overwhelming tentacles.

"Can you see me?!"

Seeing a handle knives collide precisely with each of their tentacles, the evil spirit finally realized that he was being played by Lin Huang, and he could see himself from the beginning.

"I can't see..." Lin Huang refused to shake his head and refused. "But it can be sensed."

The evil spirits listened and immediately reacted. "Is the field?!"

This time, Lin Huang did not give a response.

A fish-like flying knife slammed into the tentacles of the evil spirits, not only broke a root tentacles from the original trajectory, but also left a scar on the tentacles.

Although this set of Moyu flying knives is sharper than the cracked knives in Lin Huang's hands, it is still the original treasure. The evil spirits only have long habitats, and the flesh is strong, and it is impossible to compare with the original treasures.

Lin Huang stood proudly in the air, letting the evil spirits wave their tentacles toward themselves, and screamed at the cuffs, blocking all the tentacles from the body. He is like a mountain that has always been amazed by the wave. It cannot be shaken.

The evil spirits tried again and again, and the tentacles repeatedly slammed like a wave. They wanted to find Lin Huang’s defense flaws and search for it, but they were always in vain.

As the number of flying knives in Lin Huang's cuffs increased, the situation began to reverse.

The evil spirits that originally occupied the number of tentacles, in turn, were suppressed by a larger number of flying knives.

The ink feather flying knife, a set of three thousand six hundred, from the Linhuang cuffs out of a thousand or so, has completely defended all attacks of evil spirits.

As the number of flying knives continues to increase, while defending against each other's attacks, Lin Huang also began to control the excess flying knives through the gaps between the tentacles and smashed toward the evil spirits.

In desperation, the evil spirits can only recover the tentacle defense.

The situation suddenly reversed.

When the flying knife in Lin Huang's cuffs shot almost 3,000, the evil spirits had completely lost the opportunity to attack. He had to use all his energy to defend against the flying knife.

A screaming knives in the air, like a black piranha wandering in the big river, making all creatures daunting.

The evil spirits are hard to retreat, and hundreds of tentacles are quickly scarred, **** and mottled, and almost no one is intact.

However, these flying knives are not like the knives in Lin Huang's hand. They do not have the characteristics of tearing. The evil spirits touch the hands and look at the flesh and blood. In fact, they have been growing new granulation at a speed visible to the naked eye to repair themselves.

Lin Huang naturally noticed this point. The ink feather flying knife can indeed cause damage to the evil spirits. However, under the strong repairing ability of the other party, it is always difficult to cause substantial trauma to him.

In the next ten minutes, this point was also verified. Lin Huang's 3,600 pieces of ink feathers flew out, and he continued to hold down.

Not only is it simple to use tentacle blocks, but the body of the evil spirits is also very different. His water-like body can be twisted and pulled into various unexpected shapes, allowing him to successfully avoid all the key points. attack.

"With the ability to control thousands of original treasure-level flying knives at the same time, this hand does play beautifully. But how long can your thoughts support?" The evil spirits ridiculed, "According to your current Attack strength, but I can still support at least three months."

Lin Huang knows that the three months of the evil spirits should have no exaggerated elements. The energy in his body is almost endless and can be used as a wound repair. And his strange body can also allow him to avoid all the key attacks.

"In this way, it must be me who is dragged."

The evil spirits continue to proliferate new granulations. Although there are countless wounds on the body, his breath has not deteriorated a bit, and even more solid.

Inspired by the subtle changes in the evil spirits, Lin Huang’s original tangled thoughts finally settled down, and the eyes flashed a bit.

"A set of ink feathers can't make you, then there are two more! I don't believe I can't kill you!"