Oda Mai cut her to death and waved her only one knife, but in an instant, dense knife marks interlaced and formed a grid that passed through Irin.

Behind Irin, the undulating sand dunes were cut into pieces, and the quicksand passed by. Due to the destructive power of Oda Mai, "quicksand rivers" seemed to appear in the desert, flowing at high speed in different directions.

Yilin's body was also cut into pieces.

But Oda Mai didn't feel happy about it.

Because she knew very well that this man was not so easy to deal with.

really,

The moment Oda Mai waved her sword, in the desert, "Yirin" appeared strangely in the desert.

"Freefa Mirage."

Countless phantoms, either standing, lying, or walking.

Different phantoms, either meditation, hesitation, melancholy, rippling, or smile...

Thousands of phantoms walked towards Oda Mai step by step at the same time.

“I think we can talk.”

Different voices converge into one, and Yilin is making the final struggle.

"Forgive."

Oda Mai obviously made up her mind to kill her. She kicked her feet, suddenly exerted force, and took action with both swords at the same time.

The sword lights in the sky are more dazzling than the blue sky, white clouds and scorching sun. Oda Wu's sword is not confused at all, and it is a killer move when it takes action.

The phantoms shattered one after another, but then more "mirages" stood up from different places, endlessly killing them.

"Are you sure you want to delay time in this way?" Oda Wu cut hundreds of phantoms in front of her into pieces with a knife, and sneered: "If you think it's just like this, it will exhaust my energy, and you'll underestimate me too much."

"Is that?" Suddenly, the light and shadow around Oda Wu twisted, and Irin came to Oda Wu silently. He gently pressed Oda Wu's hilt with his hand and smiled: "But your knife has no murderous aura."

"roll."

Oda Mai slashed at Irin's hateful smiley face with a knife.

My smiley face broke, but I didn't expect it to be a phantom.

Oda Mai's face darkened, and she pointed her swords diagonally at the ground. She was seriously thinking about the next countermeasures.

As an opponent, Irin's slippery spiritual side is obviously the type that Oda Mai hates the most and cannot chop it up, and she also likes to joking and mocking her opponent.

But Oda Mai did not give up. She waved her sword at the phantom of Irin who was constantly standing up and "sending someone's head" like a tireless machine. Apart from this "mirage", Yirin never used any other more offensive moves.

One cut and the other hide, and the two chased and chopped in the desert for nearly two hours, like they were hiding and seeking.

Two hours later.

The desert scene was fragmented. Under Oda Mai's knife, there were cut marks everywhere. The cut sand dunes surged into the cracks, forming "quick sand valleys" with uneven potholes.

The anger in Oda Mai's heart became more and more intense.

Perhaps Oda Wu herself couldn't tell it. At the beginning, for "various reasons", she did not fight against Irin, but as these two hours of useless work passed, Oda Wu was now aroused by true fire, and she wanted to pull out the man and chop it into meat sauce to vent her hatred.

Yilin, who was bowing his head...killed to death.

Sitting ups in the desert...killed to death.

Running in the desert...killed to death.

Oda Mai couldn't remember how many "styles" she had cut. She waved the knife numbly for two hours, which made her mentally exhausted, but she was very angry.

etc.

That phantom is yawning?

Oda Wu was stunned, and then she came to Yilin who was "yawning" without saying a word, sneering.

"Haha...hehe...hehe."

Oda Mai knew that her smile must be very dark at the moment, and it did not conform to her usual personality... but she just couldn't help it.

Yilin looked at Oda Mai who was walking with a sneer and holding a knife, and her heart skipped a beat.

He knew that he shouldn't yawn because other phantoms weren't yawning, and only he was slapping, which was obviously different from other phantoms.

Exposed.

Be careless.

But he can't blame him. It was too boring to watch Oda Mai chase the Phantom in the desert for two hours.

"I think we can still talk about this."

Yilin spread her hands.

Oda Mai smiled and raised the knife expressionlessly.

...

"Yaya"

Just as Oda Mai was about to vent her evil fire to the damn Irin.

The door in the distance made a harsh sound of opening the door.

The door is open.

A tall man pushed the door open and entered.

Bang!

The moment he stepped into the room, the door behind him was locked completely and steadily.

Yilin: "…"

Oda Mai: "…"

New: "…"

After a moment of embarrassment, Yi Lin activated his skills to the new undead without saying a word.

"From now on, let the world feel pain!"

Up to the 80th level, the worst level of the undead is "extraordinary". When encountering the undead with extremely high will attributes, the "Speed ​​Read" version of the [Disasters] is likely to be resisted, so Yi Lin used twice the psychic value without saying a word, and sent a head-on blow to the new unlucky guy who had not had time to ask for his name.

Skill hit.

The strong man's eyes were filled with spring and autumn waves were rippling, and he walked slowly towards Yi Lin.

"Do it!"

Although it was very unsatisfactory to trigger the "charm" at this time, Irin still pointed at the other party and shouted at Oda Mai.

Oda Mai gritted her teeth and crossed hundreds of meters in a few steps. The sand dunes behind her raised sand columns dozens of meters high under Oda Mai's explosive power.

One by one, bottomless sand pits appeared behind Oda Mai.

"One-sword flows the mystery! The song of death!"

"The secret of the two swords flow! All the ten directions are destroyed!"

"One-sword flow..."

Dong!

"The Secret of Two-Blade Flow"

"Erdao Liu'ao"

"Two swords..."

"knife!"

"profound!"

"righteous!"

She was stimulated by Yi Lin for two hours, and the anger in her heart was already showing. She couldn't kill Yi Lin, so the new unlucky man became the only channel for Oda Mai to vent. Oda Mai used the knife too quickly, so the embarrassing situation where the moves could not keep up with the "telling name".

Yi Lin approached with lingering fear. Oda Wu stood in the middle of a messy sand pit panting. The undead who had just glared at Yi Lin, under Oda Wu's knife, he didn't even have time to scream and then turned into minced meat on the ground.

"call"

Oda Mai held the knife and let out a long sigh.

Because she exhaled too hard, she burst into whirlpools.

Irin stood ten meters away from Oda Mai.

"Uh... feel comfortable?"

Yi Lin asked a question carefully.

Oda Mai turned her head and her facial features were much softer.

"You knew it long ago?"

Yi Lin nodded: "I guessed it."
To be continued...