Chapter 1318 It turns out he is pretending!

At this moment, when Li Luo was about to approach the Corpse King, the Corpse King, which seemed to have lost its life, suddenly opened its eyes without any warning.

Deep in those hollow eyes, a hint of cunning unexpectedly flashed, like a faint light that suddenly lit up in the darkness, eerie and strange, making the surrounding air seem to condense a little, bringing with it a biting chill.

Li Luo was shocked, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Sure enough, he is pretending!"

Her brows slightly frowned, her eyes became more alert, and her steps subconsciously paused.

In the blink of an eye, the Corpse King burst out with a suffocating force as powerful as a tidal wave.

The power was like a surging black wave, rushing towards Li Luo with the momentum to destroy everything.

Wherever it passed, the air was vibrated and made a buzzing sound, as if thunder exploded in Li Luo's ears, causing pain in Li Luo's eardrums.

The sand and stones on the ground seemed to be under a spell. They were swept into the air, flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, like a sudden sandstorm.

However, Li Luo is no ordinary person.

Just when the force was about to hit her, she flashed and moved to the side as quickly as a ghost, so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left.

Her movements were light and nimble, like a butterfly dancing in the wind, and she easily dodged the Corpse King's fierce attack.

Although he avoided the attack, the aftermath of the impact brought by that powerful force still affected Li Luo.

Her body swayed slightly, but a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the vigilance in her eyes became even stronger, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

"Humph, you still want to trick me? It's not that easy."

She snorted in her heart, her voice low and cold, with an inviolable majesty.

Li Luo once again fixed his gaze on the Corpse King, his eyes as sharp as substance, ready for its next attack.

At this moment, her eyes became more determined, with a kind of stubbornness and fearlessness deep in her bones, as if nothing could stop her from defeating the enemy in front of her.

Her figure is as straight as a pine tree, and in the dense smoke and dust, she looks like a god of war.

In fact, Li Luo's strength is far superior to that of this corpse king.

Although the strength of a level 8 Corpse King is roughly equal to that of a level 9 Psychic, Li Luo is a level 9 Psychic with special abilities, and her strength is not comparable to that of ordinary Psychics.

However, in this apocalypse, fighting is commonplace, and there are too few opponents like this one that she can "give it a go."

She longed for a hearty battle to test her own strength, and she also enjoyed the feeling of pushing her limits in battle.

Therefore, from the very beginning, she did not choose to attack with all her strength. Instead, like a skilled chess player, she increased the intensity of her supernatural attacks little by little, testing and gambling.

At this time, the Corpse King was like a black lightning, pouncing towards Li Luo again.

It was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already flown several feet away, bringing up a gust of fishy wind.

There was a faint smell of rot in the wind, which was nauseating.

Although the Corpse King looked miserable due to the fierce battle before, its face was still breathtakingly beautiful, as if it was the brightest pearl in the dark world.

On the other hand, Li Luo had no intention of dodging at all.

Her eyes were as firm as a rock as she rushed towards the Corpse King.

At this moment, the Corpse King launched a more fierce attack.

Suddenly, its arms, which were waving in the wind, emitted a strange light, and black rays of supernatural light, like real spears, whistled towards Li Luo.

These light-wave spears were surrounded by wisps of black smoke, as if they were ghosts summoned from the abyss of hell, exuding the breath of death.

At the same time, a black whirlwind surged under its feet, mixed with sharp bone spurs, sweeping towards Li Luo like a huge meat grinder.

Wherever the whirlwind passed, the ground was torn into deep grooves, and the surrounding air was squeezed by this powerful force, making a mournful "woohoo" sound.

The series of attacks from the Corpse King enveloped Li Luo like a dragnet, as if to crush her completely.

However, facing such a fierce attack, Li Luo seemed extremely calm.

Her figure was as light and swift as a ghost, just like a flash of black lightning cutting through the dense smoke and dust, marching forward bravely in the threat of death.

At the moment when he was about to engage in close combat with the Corpse King, Li Luo's eyes became stern, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes for a moment. That look was like a materialized blade, tough and sharp.

Then, she quickly activated the supernatural power in her body. The power was like a surging river, surging like thousands of horses galloping.

The water of the river surged forward in the river channel, and her supernatural power roared through every meridian in her body, looking for an outlet for venting.

At this moment, the surrounding metal elements seemed to have received a call from the depths of their souls, and they frantically gathered towards Li Luo from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, a huge metal blade quickly took shape in Li Luo's hand.

The sharp blade seemed like a peerless divine weapon, shining with an icy and bone-chilling light.

This cold light seemed like a gaze from the endless darkness deep in hell, or like the light of death emitted by the god of death himself when he wielded his scythe.

Just one look at it can make people feel a chill running up their spine, making them feel terrified.

Li Luo's eyes flashed, his body moved as fast as lightning, and he cut through the space like a black lightning.

She held the huge metal blade and swung it fiercely at the Corpse King. Her target was clear: the Corpse King's head.

This swing seemed to condense the power of heaven and earth and carried a tremendous force.

The sharp blade cut through the air, and the air was easily torn apart like fragile paper, making a sharp whistling sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

For the first time, panic appeared in the Corpse King's empty eyes.

Its movements, which had been as precise and stable as a machine, now became a little disordered, just like a precision instrument suddenly having a slight fault.

But it also reacted quickly, twisting its body quickly to try to avoid the fatal blow.

However, Li Luo was faster, and her attacks followed like a shadow, leaving the Corpse King no chance at all.

The sharp metal blade was like a silver lightning, slashing straight towards the corpse king's head with unparalleled momentum.

With a "swish", the sharp blade cut into the corpse king's head without any hindrance, splashing a black juice.

The juice gave off a pungent stench.