Chapter 1039 Things Will Not Be so Simple

"Stupid Lich, don't look at me with the same eyes that you are fiddling with bones. As I said, I am very wise, and wisdom is engraved in my soul!" Ximu announced loudly in a deafening voice, "I am not at all A low-level life like you can compare, I am the great wise man of the tree, the source of the forest, and the guardian of immortality—Yuktrazil Alhaydn Tinmu!"

"you--"

The old Lich looked as if he was choked, he looked straight at Ximu, and after a few seconds he lowered his head to inhale, then raised his head and looked at Ximu clenched his fist.

Clenched fists, let go, let go, and clenched again.

"I beg you." The old Lich finally looked at Ximu helplessly and said, "Can you leave here quickly? I have only a few hundred years left to live, and I haven't enjoyed many things yet, really. So much time wasted with you. You go, I'm tired and want to sleep, okay?"

"Really?" Ximu said coldly, "I guess, I have completely guessed your thoughts, and you can't pretend anymore. Beg me to leave, don't you think this attitude is too humble? It's normal. Excuse me, I beg you to let me go, how could it be the other way around?

Admit it, the kid who got me back was ambushing me at the exit, and you've been trying to flank me back and forth with him. Unfortunately, I have already seen through your conspiracy, and all your preparations are useless. I will kill you here first, clean up all the existences in this space prop that may endanger me, and prevent the possibility of being flanked by front and back. Then go out again, kill that kid, and solve everything! "

After listening to Ximu, the old Lich's expression twisted, his eyes were staring, his hands were clenched, and his teeth were clenched. His body trembled because his muscles were too tense, and a strange sound came out of his mouth, which sounded a bit like laughing, but also a bit like crying.

"Ha, huh..."

"Okay, that's it." Ximu looked at the Lich old man seriously, and made a fighting posture, "Your performance now has fully demonstrated what a trickster looks like after being exposed--sad and pitiful ...I will not forgive you, as I said, I will kill you and eliminate all threats."

The old Lich's eyes continued to stare, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his hands continued to clenched tightly, his blood vessels burst like earthworms, his body continued to tremble, and he said nothing.

"Poor trickster, are you ready? Die!"

Ximu shouted, took steps, and approached the old Lich. The arms formed by the two twigs were raised high, with purple light and blue arcs appearing on them, and they were about to be pulled down.

"Snapped!"

With a sudden sound, the ground under the old man's feet exploded, and the old man soared into the sky, jumping directly into the air at a height of more than 20 meters.

"puff!"

A mass of black air spewed out from the old Lich's body, like ink, blackening the air.

The old Lich put one hand into the thick black air and shouted, "Dahl!"

As the sound came out, the black air suddenly shrank towards the position held by the old Lich, and quickly condensed into a sickle surrounded by black air.

The sickle is very big, the handle is two meters long, and the sickle blade is more than one meter. It was used by the Lich old man to deal with the inspector Chekav who sneaked into the mine before, and now he is used to deal with Tinmu.

The reason why he is so desperate is very simple, he is angry, he is really angry!

"Dam Clicia Roanka!"

The old Lich was in the air, watching Ximu shout, his emotions were so intense that they couldn't be added. It's not a spell, but an indigenous language in the small village where he was born.

In this era, except for him, almost no one can understand, but everyone can understand the meaning of the words without any obstacles.

After shouting, the Lich old man fell heavily holding the sickle, and swung it out like lightning. Before Ximu could attack, he slashed at Ximu's body.

"boom!"

Huge force exploded, Ximu lost his balance, and his whole body flew out.

"Lola Hibuck!"

The old Lich didn't let it go, and shouted out the native language again.

The black sickle in his hand grew larger and became more than three meters long, with a sickle blade reaching 1.5 meters. With a step, he caught up with Ximu Hongfei's body, and once again slashed heavily, hitting Ximu's body.

Ximu immediately flew higher and fell to a farther place.

"Yaima!"

The old Lich yelled for the third time, the scythe soared to five meters long, and the sickle blade reached more than two meters, it was a bit funny to hold it in his hand. But the Lich old man didn't care so much, he just caught up with Ximu again and slashed down heavily from top to bottom.

Ximu waved his arms, red light flashed on the surface of his body, trying to block it, but was cut by the sickle blade of the Lich Old Man, and then blasted on the tree trunk.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Ximu fell from the sky like a meteorite, directly smashing a big hole on the ground, and did not move for a long time.

"Snapped!"

With a sound, the Lich old man landed next to the big pit, squinting at the tin wood in the pit, dragging a huge five-meter-long sickle backwards in his hand, panting a bit. While panting, the obscure aboriginal language kept popping out from his mouth.

"Ropa! Pugas..."

After cursing for about ten seconds, the old Lich stopped and looked at Ximu in the pit with flickering eyes, only to find that the other party was still motionless.

died?

impossible.

The old lich frowned.

In his prediction, the longevity tin wood should be very strong, and he might be caught off guard, but it is impossible to be hacked to death with the three sickles. If the opponent was so weak, he wouldn't have been worried before.

But now the situation shown by the other party is not normal.

What went wrong?

The old Lich was wondering, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw a cloud of air in front of him rapidly compressing under the action of an invisible force. After compression, purple energy appeared and wrapped it outside, turning the compressed air ball into a rather powerful energy missile, which roared out and hit him.

Too fast and too close.

The old Lich reluctantly reacted, propping up a shield made of black air in front of him, and the purple energy missile was already in front of him.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the missile shattered the shield, hit the old man Lich, and sent the old man Lich flying like a kite with a broken string.

Flying a full tens of meters, the Lich old man landed heavily, tilted his head, and spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow".

After that, his eyes slanted slightly, and he turned to where Ximu was, and saw that the whole body of Ximu in the big pit was shining with a pale golden light. The volume of the trunk grew rapidly, originally only about two meters, but now it soared to five meters in a few breaths, it looked like the stone pillars used to support the roof in the palace had life.

"Squeak, squeak!"

Holding the edge of the big pit with hands made of tangled tinwood branches, he stood up slowly, looking at the old Lich with cold eyes. The tree trunk above the head flashed wildly, as if holding a thunderbolt, like a god descending from the earth.

This is the real strength of Ximu.

The old Lich saw it, wiped the black blood marks from the corner of his mouth, let out a breath, and murmured: "I knew it, it wouldn't be that simple."

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