Evolution Begins with a Scarecrow

The distance between Death Scythe and Feng Tianhao kept getting closer. As the distance got closer, Feng Tianhao's eyes that were dull due to shock also showed a look of fear.

At this moment, a thin figure emerged from the stone forest on the side and stood in front of Feng Tianhao.

The visitor's face was dull, neither happy nor sad. The heavy sword in his arms was unsheathed, and a sharp sword intent that shot straight into the sky suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

"break."

The cold light flashed on the heavy sword. Facing Qin Xiaofeng's overwhelming momentum, he did not give in at all. He just swung the heavy sword and the sharp tip of the sword touched the blade of the death sickle.

The fierce sword energy of the visitor collided with Qin Xiaofeng's desperate blood energy. In just a moment, it turned into a huge torrent of energy, spreading in all directions, turning everything around him into ashes.

"Poof!" A huge impact came, and Feng Tianhao, who was standing behind the young man, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was instantly thrown away like a piece of paper.

The person who came took a half step back without leaving a trace, and stopped his figure. There was a little helplessness on his face, which was neither happy nor sad.

"I'm sorry, Feng Tianhao can't die now, otherwise I will be in great trouble."

A slightly apologetic voice sounded, and the young man sheathed the heavy sword in his hand. The hand holding the sword hid behind him without leaving a trace, covering up the shattered wound on his arm.

[The host enjoys the feedback effect of the reverse blood flow, and the physical damage is restored by 8.2%. The current physical damage is 88.5%, the permanent damage is 43.3%, and the extremely high physical damage is reduced to the high physical damage. 】

[The host's physical body is damaged by 88.5%, and the permanent damage is 43.3%. High physical damage affects the host's ability to move! Please host to repair your body immediately! Intense exercise behavior will deepen the degree of physical damage]

"Tsk." Qin Xiaofeng kept swinging his sickle, gritting his teeth and staring at the sword-holding young man who appeared out of nowhere.

Due to the short-term invincibility effect of the reverse blood flow, the violent aura of energy collision did not have any impact on Qin Xiaofeng.

However, Qin Xiaofeng is already at the end of his strength. If he is allowed to fight against this sword-holding young man again, he will never have any chance of winning.

"Who...are you?" Qin Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, stared at the young man in front of him, and asked word by word.

"Wolf San! Hurry... kill that monster!" At this moment, Feng Tianhao climbed out of the pile of rocks, pointed at Qin Xiaofeng and said to the young man holding the sword.

"..." Lang San turned his head slightly, glanced at the extremely embarrassed Feng Tianhao, and said calmly: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I..." After meeting Lang San's cold eyes, Feng Tianhao opened his mouth wide, but did not dare to make any more sounds.

"My name is Lang San, and I'm just an idler." Lang San turned around, clasped his fists slightly at Qin Xiaofeng, and said, "I'm sorry for interfering with the battle between you, but I can't let him die here now, so I If we want to take him away, we still need Haihan."

"Are you asking for my opinion? Hahaha..."

The blood on Qin Xiaofeng's body dissipated, and the Death Scythe fell to the ground after losing its support.

"I don't have the ability to do anything now, so please do whatever you want." Qin Xiaofeng found a place to sit next to the blown stones, and the scarlet light in his eyes became much weaker.

"Thank you." Lang San cupped his hands, then walked to Feng Tianhao and picked him up, then turned and walked towards the stone forest.

"Hey!" Looking at Lang San walking towards the stone forest, Qin Xiaofeng asked: "We have different races and different positions. Now I don't have any strength to resist. You can kill me with just one sword. , but why don’t you do it?”

Lang San stopped, turned around, smiled, and said: "The sword in my hand will not allow me to wield the blade against a strong man who has lost his fighting ability. This is against my swordsmanship."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you regret it?"

"Everything is done from the heart. There is no regret." Lang San nodded slightly and disappeared into the stone forest carrying Feng Tianhao.

"Huh, what a crazy talent." After Lang San and Feng Tianhao completely disappeared from Qin Xiaofeng's perception, Qin Xiaofeng took a long breath and relaxed while leaning against the stone.

"But it's okay, I saved a life." The red light in Qin Xiaofeng's eyes dimmed, and he felt the pain all over his body, and couldn't help but smile to himself.

Fortunately, the stored vitality is still enough to treat his injuries, otherwise Qin Xiaofeng is not sure whether he can successfully hunt for life with his current body.

After a long pause, Qin Xiaofeng struggled to get up from the ground and limped in the opposite direction where Lang San disappeared.

"I guess the movement just now will cause a lot of trouble, so I need to get out of here quickly."

The top priority is to find a quiet place and quietly wait for the injury to recover. But now that the battlefield has been destroyed by the aftermath of the battle, it is obvious that it will not be too quiet in the future.

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[ps: I really didn’t spare much time for the project dinner today, so I’ll just write this chapter here hhhh]