Survival in the ocean: I got the ability to draw ten times in a row

Chapter 389 Too Weak!

"Heh, I really didn't expect you to have such strength. If I guessed correctly, you should also be an evil-level existence, right? It's really beyond expectations... an outsider!"

The old Yin Yang monk let out a deep laugh, then suddenly jumped up, whirled sideways, and kicked Han Xing hard on the neck.

Bang!
A circle of air blast exploded.

Han Xing's neck tilted slightly, and then slowly returned to normal.

He grinned.

"It's still too light, old demon!"

"And you hit me for so long..."

Whoosh!
His right hand disappeared by his side in an instant.

"boom!!!"

The next second, a black shadow suddenly burst into the air and instantly fell on the face of the Yin Yang Monk man.

The terrifying power exploded, bringing a huge impact that instantly cracked the Yin Yang monk's nose bones and tilted his head back.

Time seems to stand still...

During this process, the flesh and blood on his face vibrated layer by layer, and then exploded at a certain moment, revealing the pale face underneath.

Moreover, cracks also appeared on the face bone, like a spider web, spreading crazily to the entire surface of the face bone.

Snapped! !

In the next second, the head of the Yin-Yang monk's man was instantly shattered and exploded into large pieces.

It stood there blankly, and the other woman's head obviously hadn't reacted yet, her face was sprayed in a blurry indescribable way, and she looked stupidly at the empty place on her left.

"...it's my turn!"

And it wasn't until then that Han Xing's last sigh came to the ground quietly.

Evil level?

He didn't know how the Grim Reaper's subordinates named their respective power classes, but he did.

If the evil level is only this level, then he is definitely an existence above the evil level.

"Weak!"

"Too weak!"

Han Xing raised his head and looked at the remaining woman's head.

The expression on the opponent's face changed drastically in an instant, and then he opened his mouth suddenly and let out a mournful howl.

The howl turned into a sound shock wave that was visible to the naked eye. Circles and layers of madness surged toward Han Xing's head, stinging his ears and causing a faint trace of blood to appear at the corners of his eyes.

"You... so noisy!!"

In the next second, a thick black hand slapped the woman's face fiercely. With terrifying force, the woman's head was turned into a rotten watermelon on the spot.

But the yin and yang monk still did not die.

Its remaining headless body, amidst the frenzied surge and a series of creepy flesh tearing sounds, one arm after another pierced out of its body.

On its empty head, the flesh and blood are constantly squirming, and it seems that it is about to reassemble into a head.

Han Xing looked at this strange scene with cold eyes, then turned his hands, and the flames rushed out.

He grabbed a big fireball with one hand, and stuffed it into Priest Yin-Yang's body from his headless neck.

boom! !

The fireball exploded.

Wounds were torn from the body of the Yin-Yang monk, and flames spewed out from them, mixed with some blurred and charred indescribable.

At the same second, the eight arms of the Yin-Yang monk also hit Han Xing fiercely.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute defense and strength, Han Xing still stood motionless.

It was easier to deal with the human-shaped evil class of the yin-yang monk, and it was easier to face the inhuman evil class under the god of death.

Click!

Just grab and pull with both hands.

All eight of the Yin-Yang monk's arms were broken, and his body half-kneeled on the ground, shaking violently, as if the pain was unbearable, but he couldn't scream because he had no head.

"Reaper's men... are they immortal? It's really a bit difficult!"

Han Xing relaxed his hand and swept his right leg.

With a muffled sound, Priest Yin Yang flew out and hit the ground hard, dragging out a long trail of blood.

but……

In the next second, he jumped up violently, rushed over after him, stomped the half-climbed Yin-Yang monk to the ground again, and then grabbed an arm on the opponent's body with both hands, and pulled it hard.

Tear!

The arm was broken, and the bones flew out.

Han Xing remained expressionless and continued to reach out.

Tear!

Tear!

tear...

Then, another series of fireballs hit them.

Boom boom boom! !

In the end, what appeared in front of Han Xing were only a dozen fragments of Yin Yang monks that were as black as coke.

The other party finally stopped moving.

Immortality?
As long as you are not that sewer mermaid, I will never believe in evil!
At this moment, Han Xing suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Could it be that the evil level refers to this kind of evil-like immortality?"

He didn't think long.

Because at this time, the countdown on the space beacon only has the last 10 minutes left.

00:19:01.

Moreover, a figure reappeared at the end of the street ahead.

"Death servant!?"

Han Xing's eyes widened suddenly, and his face became extremely ugly.

Damn!

After hiding for so long, in the end, did you still not hide? !

He stared at the black-robed figure at the end of the block. On the other's shoulder, there was a small eight-legged spider lying on it, and a pair of compound eyes stared at him viciously.

It was the servant of Death who had been chasing him from the beginning!

After hiding for so long, he was finally caught up by the opponent.

"Why, at this last moment, can't I just watch the moon quietly?"

He muttered to himself, and there was a sense of despair in his whole body.

If you can ignore the hellish 'slaughter and barbecue place' under his feet...

"Friends, can we have a good discussion and live together peacefully without fighting?" Han Xing said with a bitter smile.

On the opposite side, the servant of the god of death nodded: "Yes."

Han Xing had a smile on his face.

The next second, a cold voice came from the other side: "Let me peel off your chest, dig out the space marker in your body, sacrifice your soul to my lord, and wait until I make your body into the god of death." After pets, we can coexist peacefully.”

"..."

Han Xing opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.

He wanted to be friends with others, but they not only wanted his soul, but also made his body into a pet...

"If I told you that the god of death has already escaped, would you change your mind?" Han Xing asked again.

This time.

Responding to him was the servant of the god of death, with a wave of his hand, a black sickle-like light was cut out.

when! !

The sword struck his chest. Han Xing looked down and found that there was only a white mark on Hei's body.

He raised his head.

"Is your attack so... weak?"

Bang!
He slapped casually, and the second death scythe light, like garbage, was smashed into the air by a huge force. With a click, the light of the knife flew upside down seven or eight meters, and exploded into a piece in the air light rain.

"That's right, I forgot you, and you're only evil!"

"And just now, I just killed an evil class."

Han Xing grinned, facing the huge pressure from the servant of Death God, he didn't care, and took the initiative to take the initiative to walk towards the other party step by step.

"Xie level... Do you know what an evil level is? How dare you compare the dead pet with me?"

The servant of the god of death also raised his head, stepped forward, and walked towards Han Xing.

Both sides, at this moment, are full of confidence, thinking that they can kill each other.

One step, two steps.

(End of this chapter)