A Weird Theater That Started In London

"Intruder!"

The roar came from far away.

Even at a distance of several kilometers, the eardrums were still shaken, and at the same time, the holy robe that had been calm couldn't help but glow, helping Lu Li to resist this sonic attack.

Of course, Lu Xin knew in his heart that this was not a deliberate attack, just like when gorillas made an attack on the enemy, they would roar and beat their chests continuously.

In addition to the deterrent effect, it is simply to vent the inexhaustible power in the body.

In the darkness, a large number of clods and bricks were rolled up, and a behemoth came into view. In front of it, the giant Wade Lowe was no different from a child.

That's an eyeball!

Black vertical pupils and white eyes, filled with a lot of bloodshot, seems to express that it is in a state of rage now, and not every bloodshot is longer than Lu Li.

ten meters? Twenty meters?

Lu Li felt that he could only see more details when he got closer. In addition, although the eyeball was huge, it couldn't cause such a big movement. There must be a lot of parts buried deep in the ground, trying to break free.

But he is not afraid, just curious, how far the other party can fight with him, and how sensitive the body that is buried deep in the ground that stretches for several kilometers.

At this point, fluff appeared on Lu Li's face, and his stature began to rise. He entered the full body form. Unfortunately, only the little monster Umor was fortunate to see this scene, because the sensory sharing technique was forced to be interrupted.

At this moment, the new bodies of Miss Meacham and Officer Wensley are doing their best to deal with snoopers.

"Intruder?"

After quickly entering the wolf form, Lu Chen didn't have many distractions in his mind. He just wanted to pass the hurdle in front of him and get some valuable information by the way.

"Are you the natives of this world?"

Looking at the corpse under his feet, Lu Li added:

"A world that belongs only to the dead."

The first sentence of the monster's birth was to call him an intruder. Based on these three words alone, Lu Li came up with a useful piece of information:

The opponent is an intelligent creature.

In any case, the intelligence is far higher than the empty ghosts that were previously caught and used as door opening nodes.

However... Lu Li made a mistake, and a dull voice came from the ground. It used words that ordinary people couldn't understand.

Obviously, the object of communication is not Lu Li.

The monster may be doing some kind of prayer, or it may not know what it is talking about, and it is just acting by instinct or implicit guidance.

Therefore, Lu Li didn't waste any more words and rushed forward.

With the appearance of an afterimage, the surrounding black rain that fell from the sky was either scattered or evaporated into steam by blood gas.

Fast, accurate, hard.

School is a place for cultivating talents. Exam after exam, Lu Li learned a lot while wandering between life and death.

For example, after selecting a target, no matter how powerful, mysterious and unknown the opponent is, since you have chosen to swing a weapon, don't hesitate to take the sword.

Decisiveness is not necessarily free, but hesitation will inevitably lead to defeat. Whether you can do it or not, you have to rush to a fight to know.

As a result, Lu Li stepped on the corpse and the roof ridge in the rain, and the evaporating water mist seemed to be a flaw, indicating his movement trajectory, but when the speed really reached an extreme value, the so-called trajectory was just a useless concept.

Gravity dilution!

This invisible werewolf exclusive skill has long been activated, and with the blood energy running to the limit, Lu Li feels like an assassin, a ghost hidden in the air, bringing a fatal blow to the enemy.

At the same time, he felt like a warrior, going straight to the ground, using strength and speed to bring defeat to the enemy.

Stab it!

Liquid splashes out.

When Lu Li reappeared, he was right in the center of the tyrannical eyeball, holding the wolf-head sword hilt with both hands, and stabbed it hard.

However, there was no time for Lu Li to stop and observe. He never had the naive idea that a single blow could be done. The moment he noticed the sense of obstruction, he immediately drew his sword and left.

A large amount of jet-black liquid poured out.

But that's about it.

Compared with the huge size of the monster, this wound is not worth mentioning at all, and it is not a conventional creature, and the eyes are not the fatal point.

I saw that the flow rate of the black blood was getting slower and slower. When the first ray of liquid flowed into the ground, the wound was almost healed, and no more blood came out.

Only a black mark on the eyeball indicated that it had indeed been injured.

[God slaying: One slash at will, as long as it sees blood, it will cause permanent damage to the target]

This is the basic attribute of the Sword of Sadhu. As long as it sees blood, it will cause irreparable damage to the enemy. No matter how the eyeball is repaired, it will never heal the black mark.

Therefore, the bloodshot in the white part of the monster's eyes became denser, and along with a few inexplicable roars from the ground, the vertical pupil with the crack began to turn frantically...

It seems that he is unwilling to accept his fate and wants to continue to try other means to repair it.

After a few breaths, the eyeball stopped turning, it recognized the reality, and the bloodshot around the vertical pupil began to fade one by one.

Not a very good omen, frankly, a mindless giant creature, a hostile monster with a mind and consciousness, and toe to figure out which is trickier.

In Lu Li's perception, this eyeball is scrutinizing himself, and at the same time, a qualitative and invisible spiritual force is pressing down.

Hundred meters, kilometers.

No matter how fast Lu Li was, that force was like a wave, chasing him from all directions, trying to crush the ant who offended him to death!

It's a pity that with the Saint-cloak around, this move has absolutely no chance of success.

If the monster buried deep in the ground only has this ability, then Lu Li is already invincible, because the sword of Sadhu can cause permanent damage to the enemy, while the holy robe and powerful The flesh can provide double protection.

As for the problem that the blade is too small and the giant eye is too large, he does not think it is a problem.

Not long ago, someone who had nothing to do rushed into the group of living corpses in order to warm up for himself, killing himself tens of thousands of people.

In this way, the two sides began to test each other.

Lu Li used the Sword of Sadhu and some holy techniques to attack the monster's exposed giant eyes, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, accumulating damage. Although he didn't know when he would reach his goal, it was better than doing nothing at all.

And the giant eye tried all kinds of bizarre means to try to break the protection:

Mental stress, the fog of namelessness, and even the corpses that lost their heads, and the corrupt giants who had returned to the underground to sleep for a long time, also climbed up.

It can be seen that it has realized how difficult Lu Li is, so now it just wants to drag him and buy enough time for more body parts to crawl out.