The Dead Sea Heart Scythe slashed through the air, and even the air was briefly cut through cracks, the undead dodged and laughed in the light of the sword: "Why limit yourself, show me the A3 ability, otherwise I'll have to go back. Break one of his arms and let him cry all night, do you want to show me?"

"I am in the deterioration stage, you are mature, can you hurt me without A3 ability?"

Bai Chunian finally saw through the intention of the immortal undead, and he wanted to force himself to deteriorate.

With a diagonal upward stroke, the cold light blade of the sickle cut off a corner of the undead white cloth, the white cloth rustled, and the undead's calf was slashed with a deep bone-deep scar.

The undead screamed and flew far away from Bai Chunian. The wound on his leg could not be healed. Black smoke came out of the wound, causing the undead to make a harsh, sharp sound. The fluctuation of the voice gave Bai Chunian a splitting headache. .

When Bai Chunian confronted the undead, Lan Bo plunged into the river water, his legs closed and stretched, and the scales slowly covered the translucent blue fish tail, the fish tail flashing blue fluorescence suddenly turned into an angry deep red.

The pearl boy also chased into the water, jumped from the deep water, and fused his lower body into a fish tail covered with white scales. The long fins on his waist were spread out, like a pair of translucent wings, revealing the shape of an albino devil fish. .

A large amount of motor oil and chemicals that flowed into the river floated on the water, but when they came into contact with Rimbaud, the dirt was automatically purified.

The white fish was covered in oil stains and struggled to swim in the water. He was also surprised by Rimbaud's ability to purify.

"Don't resist in vain." Lanbo's fish tail slapped the water surface, and the shaking current set off a huge wave as high as ten meters.

The teenager dived to the bottom of the water to avoid, lifting up the pebbles and sunken garbage at the bottom, the river water became more turbid, the fish and shrimp in the water were sucked into the whirlpool, the passing finless porpoise was inserted into the body by the rusty harpoon head lifted from the bottom of the water, and the river water was muddy The sand and blood were so dark and dirty that the boy would do anything to resist Rimbaud's attack.

Rimbaud grew increasingly disappointed with him.

His faint blue fish tail shone, and a vortex appeared from the tip of his tail, and it became bigger and bigger.

The suction of the whirlpool was huge, swallowing up the entire river, and the water level on the shore dropped, leaving behind a piece of stranded pebbles.

Rimbaud raised his hand lightly, and the whirlpool rushed out in the direction he pointed. The boy's body was swept up into the sky by this rock-solid current, which broke into dense spikes in the air and penetrated the boy's body. Pin him in the air.

The tempered water waves are like frozen solid ice, the bright and clear ice skates are inserted straight into the sky, and the icicles are clean and free of impurities.

The teenager's body was pierced with more than a dozen holes, and the body could not be pulled out when he wore it on the sharp hydrated steel column, and he was still struggling needlessly.

A blue lightning climbed to the top along the water column, Rimbaud appeared in front of the boy, raised his hand and stroked his cheek.

"Xiaobai and I used to look forward to your arrival. He still loves you deeply. When we chatted at night, he looked at the night sky and wanted to name you a white dwarf. He hoped that you would live forever like a star for billions of years. He has a galaxy in his eyes when he thinks of you, what you did today may have completely ruined him, but he won't blame you."

The boy's eyes turned red, and a layer of water mist slowly formed, and large pink and white pearls fell out of his eyes.

"You shouldn't stay, go where you should go." Rimbaud stroked his cheek, and the teenager rubbed his palm ignorantly: "I'm sorry."

Rimbaud covered the tearful eyes of the boy with the palm of his hand, and drew a hydrated steel dagger in his hand, with the blade running across the back of the boy's neck.

Suddenly, the boy's body darkened, and Rimbaud's hand only penetrated a shadow of nothingness.

The immortal undead held up his hands, and the dark boy flew back to the undead, and was recalled by him under the white cloth.

"How can you make him cry?" The immortal undead took back the white cloth and covered it over his head, and the boy returned to the shape of a pearl and fell back into the hands of the undead.

The undead wandered in the air and laughed wildly: "He is my messenger, and I will never let him go."

Lan Bo landed next to Bai Chunian and landed on his legs imitatingly. The tempered river water fell back into the river bed and flowed again.

Lan Bo gritted his teeth and stepped forward, but Bai Chunian was strangled by the Dead Sea Xinyan collar, and a cloud of blood bursts out.

He was only a thin line away from the deterioration period, and it was only because he was imprisoned by the Dead Sea Heart Rock collar that he did not run away.

"Be patient, you're good." Lan Bo turned around and picked up his legs and hugged Bai Chunian. Bai Chunian lost consciousness, and his hands fell from his body.

Rimbaud looked up gloomily at the undead, the tide of the Dead Sea surging in his eyes.

"I won't let you go either."

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Chapter 208

Rimbaud's sullen voice landed, the sky and the sun exchanged around, and six sun shadows were connected in the air. In the entire area surrounded by the magic sun, the torrential rain poured in an instant, the storm landed, and the rapid rise of the river caused waves to be blown up by a wave. The invisible force pulled away from the river bed, and the tornado attracted the water to rush into the sky, and the falling water froze into steel, just like ten thousand transparent arrows, falling straight down.

The A3 ability is like a light road, diverting water and steel to pierce the heart. Rimbaud has never used such cruel killing thoughts on any creature.

All the escape routes of the immortal undead were blocked by the lightning straight down Qingming. He looked up in a hurry, and a hydrated steel arrow penetrated his head from the center of his eyebrows, and then countless transparent water arrows penetrated his body, covering his body. The white cloth was pierced with holes, and the sharp piercing into the flesh made a terrifying tearing sound of flesh and blood.

The immortal undead fell from the sky, and his limbs were broken into pieces. They were covered by a torn white cloth. They collapsed on the ground and did not move. The middle branch is broken.

A blue lightning bolt serpentinely fell from the clouds, smashing on the corpse of the undead, and the limbs were burnt black and smelly, and shattered into smaller pieces of charcoal.