I have a cave of evil

Zhu Yao is used to the fact that he is incompetent in melee combat. He now positions himself as a summoner, relying on summoned objects to conquer the world. As for the level of melee combat, he needs to practice three times in winter and three times in summer. , plus the skills that can only be achieved by fighting to the death.

Now he is running around, worrying about the tribe of bones, so he has no time to practice this thing.

After the snow melts in the spring, the giant tree god wakes up and can use [Faith Acupoint Technique] to strengthen his body, it will be much better.

The so-called martial arts is the combination of strength and speed. When the physical fitness improves, the melee level will naturally increase.

The frozen centipede broke away from Zhu Yao, like a wild horse that had run wild, and happily plunged into the middle of a dozen berserk warriors, as if I would surround you all.

It manipulates the power of the wind and snow around it to form a bone-chilling wind around itself. This cold wind condenses into a solid wind blade, which can leave a shallow mark on the rock when it is cut. It is very sharp. The violent warriors saw They dodged one after another.

This is the first battle of the Frozen Centipede after its upgrade, and at this time it is the extremely cold weather of more than minus 50 degrees. It is like a fish in water, and its state is fully strengthened. It drives all the berserk warriors to cast extreme cold breath.After this move is upgraded, it has stronger power, wider range, and lower consumption. When it hits the body, it will form a layer of solid ice on the limbs and torso, which will make the opponent lose consciousness and hang a layer of weight at the same time, making the enemy's hands and feet Chaos.

On the other side, Qida was concentrating on the figure of Qimu, cursing Sting in his heart. The opponent's current fighting posture is not the state that should be cursed at all. He is faster and stronger than himself. If it weren't for the fact that he had less combat experience than himself and was very unfamiliar with the use of the metal spear in his hand, he would have been taken down long ago.

"Stin, old man, is he trying to kill me by the other party's hand? So that he can put all the responsibility on me, so that there will be no proof?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. When he was upset, the rhythm of his shots became chaotic.

After a long attack on Qimu to no avail, his brows were furrowed, and he was worrying.He rarely fought enemies at the commander level, only a few times, all in a hurry during nighttime raids, and he didn't fight for too long. His previous experience told him that his speed and strength were all the same. Stronger than the Commander-in-Chief.

But after fighting for a long time, he found a big problem.Although he took the initiative in the situation, in fact, the opponent is experienced and can often reverse the disadvantages in small places, accumulate bit by bit, and then equalize the situation. This is what he lacks.

experience!

He used to be the hunting captain of the Wind Chasing Tribe, proficient in long-distance pursuit of prey and management. In terms of combat power alone, he was still some distance away from Santa. Experience in fighting enemies of the same level.

Even so, he was still keenly aware of the opponent's flaws for a moment, stepped forward, performed an extremely dangerous move, and threw the spear out with his hands.

The trick is unexpected.

Weapons are the foundation of life. How can one suddenly throw away weapons in a life-and-death battle?

Qida was slightly stunned, and instinctively knocked Qimu's spear away, but saw a big foot kicking towards him, fast and fierce, right in the abdomen.

Qida's face changed suddenly, and he felt as if a galloping bison hit him, and the wind howled in his ears, and he flew backwards for several meters, hitting the rock wall heavily, creating spider web-like cracks.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in a "wow", he didn't know where he hurt his internal organs, he just felt that his intestines seemed to be broken into a puddle of mud, and he even lost consciousness along with his lower body.

Xiang Qimu picked up the spear and was about to beat the dog in the water, but Yasha held the steel fork, screamed strangely, and stabbed Qida hard.

The strange cry was surprisingly unpleasant, it seemed like a group of ghosts were cursing, with a vicious and malicious meaning, which made people feel uncomfortable.Looking up, I saw Yasha's whole body was indigo, his teeth were as thick as swords, his hair was like cinnabar, and his mouth was huge and ferocious.

When masters fight against each other, a little inattention can tell the winner.

Yasha's steel fork was carrying a vicious wind, and seeing that it was about to pierce Qida's body, Qida suddenly threw both knives and raised his hands: "I surrender!"

How will Grandma Te fight this battle?

First, the teammates lied about the military situation, and then a difficult enemy suddenly appeared on the other side, so it's no wonder they won!

As for the matter of going back for punishment, that is a matter of the future. If you do not surrender now, there will be no future matters.

In an instant, Qida recalled a lot of things, he should be a commander honestly, and the great chief can do whatever he wants, why do he have to sharpen his head and compete with others for the place of the hero trial!

The steel fork stopped in front of Qida, and the wind blew his hair flying around, revealing a slumped face.

Outside the mountain, Si Ding covered one eye, shared his vision with a bloody skull high above the sky, had a panoramic view of everything, and his face was gloomy and terrifying.

lost!

Failed again!

Qida this trash.

He withdrew the monitoring spell, reluctantly ordered: "Withdraw!"

The confidant was startled, looked around at Qida's men, and asked, "Then they..."

These people were comrades-in-arms with Qida through life and death, and they were Qida's trusted subordinates. Because they were seriously injured, they did not participate in the attack on the garrison.

Si Ding stopped, with his right hand pointing into a palm, and gently blurring between his neck and neck secretly. The confidant nodded and secretly passed a few glances to his subordinates.

A moment later, Zhu Yao and the others rushed to the place, only to see executed corpses everywhere.

Qida was so angry that he completely changed his appearance, his face was flushed and purple, spreading to the base of his ears, his pupils shrank, and a large number of fine capillaries burst and flowed down the corners of his eyes. He held back for a long time without speaking, and suddenly Looking up to the sky, he spat out a mouthful of blood and cried out in pain:

"Stin!!!"

The whole person fell to the ground and passed out.

Hui Yan glanced around and said, "There is an aura of the spirit world here. I take back my previous evaluation. This person is still of a high level. When casting a curse, the spirit world can temporarily erode the world and strengthen the power of the curse."

"He is a troublesome person!" Zhu Yao sighed.

"He's also a short-sighted guy." He snorted coldly to Qimu: "How can someone treat his subordinates like this? This kind of person has only one role in my place, as a model to kill him to gain power."

"The forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds. I hope that there will be more idiots like this in the Bloodhead Tribe. More people died in his hands than in our hands." He knelt down and looked at the traces carefully. Shaking his head: "It's very clean. It looks like no one has passed by at all. It should have escaped with a secret technique. There is no way to find it in this vast wilderness."

"It's the spirit world shuttle."

Hui Yan pinched a snowflake in the air, and after sensing it for a while, pointed to the north, and said with certainty:

"They fled in that direction."

Zhu Yao and Qimu looked at each other, there is no reason to hesitate.

Chase!