Chapter 182 3rd stage sickleman (Wuhu early morning request for votes, subscriptions and rewards)

Chapter 182: Scytheman in Phase 3 (Wuhu, please vote, subscribe, and reward at the beginning of the month~)

Li Cang slammed the door and locked himself and it in.

"Pah, pah, pah"

The big magic wand knocked on his palm, and his face showed a smile that would definitely make normal people feel physically uncomfortable.

The windowless utility room looked dark. In the shadow of the corner, the humanoid creature on all fours was hissing and panting. It was obvious that the two bullets just now did not make it feel good.

Its legs were sturdy and powerful, with an anti-joint structure, huge claws, and long triangular toenails scraping against the floor tiles, making a sound that made people feel sick.

If this is not considered curious, then its sickle-like forelimbs and the fins on its back are.

"Hey, sickleman, your shape is not very humane."

Yes, this is the description of the suspect Li Cang.

The front limbs of the sickle-handed man had completely lost their function as arms, and had become two sickles pointing at his chest, which he used to support the ground when he was on all fours.

Its turbid and bloodthirsty eyes stared at Li Cang, and when Li Cang was teasing it, it raised its upper limbs, hooked the sickle into the ceiling and swung, and stood up with a body of about two and a half meters and smashed towards Li Cang.

Li Cang noticed that its waist was very "slender", and the length ratio of this part was obviously outrageous relative to the body.

When it swung over, its waist was as flexible as a spring.

It swung a sickle of at least seventy or eighty centimeters, and with the length of its arms and flexible waist, the coverage of its attack was imaginably huge,

"Bang~"

With a loud noise.

Li Cang rolled out a full seven or eight meters away, and only stopped when he hit the wall.

On the other hand, the sickle-handed zombie, with its weight advantage, did not move an inch, but a sickle had been broken into seventeen or eighteen pieces, and blue-black mucus kept oozing out from the broken bones.

A good palm, transformed into a sickle is worth a lot of effort, so I don’t know whether it’s heartache or real pain, anyway, the screams of the sickle hand shook the whole room.

At the moment of being smashed, Li Cang clearly heard the sound of bones breaking inside his body.

But it seems that the pain has not yet been transmitted to the brain, everything is calm as if nothing happened, and the sound of bone cracking just now seems like an illusion.

Li Cang jumped up and swung the big magic wand to hit him head and face.

"Bang~"

He was smashed by the sickle hand again and flew backwards, without any suspense.

But this time he was not so lucky, a deep wound was cut on his chest, and blood flowed.

"Hiss, what a great strength."

For the first time, he was not confident in his own strength.

He didn't feel so powerless when facing the big corpse brother and Miss Qiu. Why did this thing swing him like a little chicken?

Li Cang was a little panicked, and the sickle hand was very panicked.

Another sickle he relied on for his livelihood was broken. In fact, he only had two in total.

The sickleman looked at his bare arms and went crazy!

The pain and anger made him lose his "rationality" which was nothing to begin with. The two thick legs with reverse joints like pillars burst with blue veins, and bounced up like a cannonball, pushing Li Cang against the wall.

Li Cang had no time to react, and his eyes went dark. He felt like he had turned into a piece of paper.

"Fuck."

He could now understand the descriptions such as "a deer's chest was pounding" that always appeared in various occasions. This broken deer almost knocked his kidneys out of his mouth. What could be more intuitive than this?

The sickleman's muscles were as hard as iron, but except for the sickle and the spine, he had no bone armor or bone spurs. Although he had great strength, it was not enough for Li Cang, who was equally powerful, to crush him to death.

Moreover, the sickleman was obviously used to attacking with the sickle. Now that the sickle was destroyed, it naturally opened its bloody mouth and bit down at Li Cang's head.

"Dream on!"

A thick and long thing came out from Li Cang's chest and directly stabbed into the sickleman's big mouth: "Taste my stick!"

Li Cang desperately stabbed the thin end of the big magic wand into the sickleman's mouth, using all his strength.

Crack~

The sickleman's mouthful of sharp teeth was immediately broken, and his mouth was like a firework, spraying tiny light particles, which could not be stopped at all.

These particles flowed on the surface of the big magic wand, and soaked into Li Cang's hands.

The sickleman's whole body strength was rapidly lost

As one increased and the other decreased, a terrifying crisp sound came from Li Cang's chest, but the broken bones were quickly reset and healed, and the rolled wound disappeared in just a few seconds.

"Damn, if only the big magic wand had a point, it would just pierce through."

The sickle-hand finally broke free, and Li Cang fell far away. It knelt on the ground, gasping like a broken bellows.

It looked at Li Cang not with the same expression as it did at the beginning, but with inexplicable fear!

It was scared

The moment Li Cang caught this look, he immediately rushed to the only door - the sickle-hand did the same.

"Bang!"

A man and a group of corpses collided into a ball again, and Li Cang was knocked away again without any suspense.

Every joint in his body was making a difficult groan.

Clang!

Huh? This sound.

Li Cang turned around, and he saw the dark green anti-theft door.

"Oh~"

The sickle-hand was stunned.

It couldn't figure out why it turned out like this

The scene was quite awkward for a while.

It looked away and looked around.

But even when it was in its complete form, it couldn't rely on this embarrassment to tear a crack in the wall 50 cm thick and get in.

Dangdangdang~

Old Wang knocked out a rhythm of three shallow and one deep: "The express has arrived! If the guy inside is still alive, I will deduct 1. If you dare to refuse to sign, your ancestors' graves will be dug up~"

The door opened.

Big Corpse Brother Miss Qiu rushed in, and there were more than a dozen black-skinned lackeys behind them, blocking the corridor.

The lackeys followed the two leaders in an orderly manner. The long strip of less than 60 square meters in total was like a box of sardines. Their green eyes were full of tranquility and far-reaching, without any emotional components.

At this moment, the sickle man also calmed down, and his calm heart almost stopped beating.

"Then, I won't bother you anymore."

Old Wang smiled at the sickleman, grabbed Li Cang's shoulder and dragged him out, slamming the door shut.

"Fuck, Mr. Cang, you scared me to death," Old Wang touched Li Cang, "Are you crazy? You went in by yourself and locked the door!"

"I have reason to suspect that you took advantage of me." Li Cang said weakly: "Don't touch me, Jill, I'm fine."

He displayed the prayer interface:

[Scytheman]

Race: Alienated life form

Height: 247cm

Weight: 148kg

Strength: about 11c

Agility: about 14c