Chapter 730 The Goat's Constraints

In order to squeeze the number of skills to five, Xia Shou must deposit the useless skills.

At this moment, Xia Shou has a total of eight superpowers, but the future prefabrication is not essentially a power of this era. The reason why it can be used in the modern era is that he uses the seven-branch fragment as a carrier to bring it from the other side of the world.

But if there is no seven-branch fragment, then it should be left in the Blood Dynasty with the skills of [Praying Gray Blade] and [There is a Place to Land in Nothingness], so future prefabrication is not counted as five skills.

The number of skills that can be borrowed from the superpower bank is exactly two, which can just squeeze the number of skills into five, so as not to be overweight. In the duel with the writer, it is also obvious that there are two skills that cannot be used, the substitute and the impermanence eye.

After borrowing these two, the weight is barely qualified. After that, he only needs to eat the book that Rosa gave him to increase his understanding and obtain the qualification to continue sinking in the root sea. Once he can sink, he can use the blood bottle given to him by Shangguan Yan to activate [Reaching the Peak in No One]!

While Xia Shou was preparing for the battle, other people in the control bureau were busy with D Shenlu's message, and the next single-challenge opportunity was about to appear. By then, the last piece of the puzzle would be complete.

Time passed by minute by minute. While preparing, everyone was praying that Shangguan Yan could defeat the writer. If Shangguan Yan could do it, then any problem would be solved. Even if not, everyone hoped that she could buy more time for others.

Xia Shou, who knew that he would challenge Shenlu, had already made an appointment for this single-challenge opportunity, but only God knew whether this opportunity would fall on him. Fortunately, Modis felt that the probability of winning this opportunity was very high.

Finally, the time was up.

The command room was silent. Modis and Lindy looked at the wall clock and saw that the second hand had obviously passed the twelve o'clock direction. They were sure that the time for the result had passed. They both looked at Xia Shou at the same time, with a little uneasiness and uneasiness in their eyes.

"How is it?" Lindy asked.

Only Xia Shou knew whether he had a chance to fight or not.

Xia Shou had a blank expression on his face and sighed softly: "No."

He did not receive any prompts, and at the same time he clearly understood that he had no chance to challenge others to a duel. Reality was not as friendly as a heroic story, and as cruel as fate.

"Then your plan cannot be implemented, right?"

Xia Shou did not speak, but turned his head to look at the empty battlefield without any shelter.

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In the middle of the deserted city desert, a strange wave suddenly appeared.

The next second, the male version of Shangguan Yan appeared out of thin air, with huge wounds all over his body, his right arm missing, and a large number of penetrating wounds on his torso, and the internal organs and pale bones in the abdominal cavity could be seen directly.

The flames burned fiercely at the wounds. Although the flame transformation could prevent the injury from further deterioration, he could no longer transform the flames into flesh and blood to repair his body, because Jiang Wengao's abnormal burning fire did not have such a function.

Not only that, the writer's skin also showed a chilling abnormality. The skin on his face and body were stuck to each other. The skin was repeatedly pulled and stitched, becoming a tight, wrinkled piece.

The tight skin limited the range of his limbs. The slightest movement would cause it to crack continuously, and then the flames would come out again.

If you can look more carefully, you can find that the writer's body has actually been cut into seven or eight pieces. It's just that the sewing ability he learned from Shang Liang allowed him to continue to piece his cut body together, but even so, it was very reluctant.

"Why? Why do you want to kill me?!" The writer roared hoarsely.

A few seconds after the writer appeared, the abnormality detection value of the command center soared again, and Shangguan Yan also appeared in the center of the battlefield. Her short hair, which was just over her shoulders, became twice as long, spreading in the air behind her, slowly floating, as if immersed in water.

At the same time, her eyes were completely shrouded in a white light.

She came to the writer in an instant, raised her hand and pressed the writer's face, and then the writer's shrill and desperate screams were heard. The skin on his body was constantly rubbed by invisible things. As the skin was constantly worn, the flames continued to rise, as if trying to avoid the hard-to-dodge damage as much as possible.

Then, several invisible slashes swept out, splitting the writer's body again, and also splitting the high-rise buildings in the distance into two.

The writer kept "mending" the separated body, and he let out a roar that was not sure whether it was because of anger or pain.

In just a few seconds, the writer's voice was obviously weakened. All the members of the command center saw this scene, and they all stood up excitedly, staring at the screen.

"She's going to win?!" Lin Di said in disbelief.

Everyone saw with their own eyes that Shangguan Yan's power had a direct effect on the writer, and the writer's abnormal level was at least above level six, and it was difficult to measure. According to the grading standard, it was EX level.

And Shangguan Yan's current power can actually directly affect the EX-level writer!

Abnormal body?

Overlimit?

But now, none of this matters anymore. Now all that matters is winning!

As long as we can kill the writer and stop this naming! It doesn't matter whether Shangguan is an abnormal body or a transcendent. These are trivial matters in front of the naming.

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Everyone held their breath and stared at the writer whose vitality continued to weaken. Only Qiao Xin stared at Shangguan Yan, as if he had noticed something.

"Where's the thirsty goat? Why didn't the devil show up?" Qiao Xin frowned.

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately turned around and ran towards Xia Shou, grabbed Xia Shou's arms and said, "Listen, she must be stopped immediately! Her current state is more dangerous than a writer, and she must be stopped immediately!"

At the same time, a purple split suddenly opened in the space behind Shangguan Yan on the battlefield, and a mysterious lavender mist erupted from it.

Then a large number of transparent ghost thorns shot out from the dimensional cracks and wrapped tightly around Shangguanyan's legs and wrists.

Shangguanyan's grip on the writer's hand suddenly loosened, her expression suddenly became extremely painful, and she let out a roar of pain. Then her golden eyes dimmed instantly, and her whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, and she instantly became limp.

Those ghostly thorns firmly grasped Shangguanyan's hands, and she hung in the air like a hare caught by a hunter.

Shangguanyan blinked, rationality regained the high ground, and she saw her situation clearly.

[No need to thank me, but it seems that’s the end of it for you...hehehe. 】The teasing laughter of the sheep-headed demon came from the crack behind him.

Then those ghostly thorns let go of Shangguanyan and retracted into the crack.

Shangguanyan supported her knees with both hands and straightened up with difficulty. Her brain was still in chaos. Some random desires and past memories were mixed together, causing her to be overwhelmed by a large number of unrealistic and unreasonable ideas.

Hearing an angry roar in front of him, the almost human-shaped writer suddenly burst into rage at this moment and stabbed Shangguanyan with his remaining left hand!

Shangguan Yan frowned and gritted his teeth, cursing in his heart that damn it.

Didn't even the liberation of the domain kill this bastard?