"Stupid lich, don't look at me like you are playing with bones. I said, I am very wise, and wisdom is engraved in my soul!" Ximu loudly announced in a deafening voice, "I am not at all. What a low-level life like you can compare to, I am the great wise man of trees, the source of the forest, and the immortal guardian—Yuktrasir Alhaydon Tinwood!"
"you-"
The old Lich looked like he was choked. He looked straight at Ximu. After a few seconds, he lowered his head to inhale, then raised his head to look at Ximu and clenched his fist.
Clench your fists, unclench them, unclench them, and clench them again.
"I'm begging you." The old Lich looked at Ximu helplessly at last and said, "Can you leave here quickly? I only have a few hundred years left in my life, and I haven't enjoyed many things yet. I really haven't. So much time is wasted with you. Please go quickly, I am tired and want to sleep, okay?"
"Really?" Ximu said coldly, "I guess I guessed your thoughts completely, and you can't pretend anymore. Please ask me to leave. Don't you think this attitude is too humble? It's normal. Come on, I’m the one begging you to let me go. How could it be the other way around
Admit it, the boy who captured me is ambushing me at the exit. You have been trying to attack me from both sides. Unfortunately, I have already seen through your conspiracy, and all your preparations are useless. I will kill you here first, clean up all the props in this space that may harm me, and eliminate the possibility of being attacked from the front and back. Then go out, kill that kid, and solve everything! "
After listening to Ximu, the Lich Old Man's expression twisted, his eyes stared, his hands clenched, and his teeth clenched. His body was shaking because his muscles were too tight, and he made a weird sound from his mouth, which sounded a bit like laughing and a bit like crying.
"Ha, ha..."
"Okay, that's it." Ximu looked at the old Lich seriously and made a fighting stance, "Your current performance has fully demonstrated what a trickster looks like after being exposed - sad and pitiful. I will not forgive you, as I said, I will kill you to eliminate all threats."
The old man Lich continued to stare, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his hands continued to clenched, blood vessels like earthworms burst out, his body continued to tremble, and he said nothing.
"Pathetic trickster, are you ready? Die!"
Ximu shouted, took steps, and approached the old lich. The arm formed by two branches was raised high, with purple light and blue arcs appearing on it, and it was about to be drawn down.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly there was a sound, and the ground beneath the old man Lich's feet suddenly exploded. The old man Lich soared into the sky, leaping directly into the air more than twenty meters high.
"puff!"
A large ball of black energy spurted out from the old man's body, like ink, dyeing the air black.
The old lich extended one hand into the thick black air and shouted: "Dar!"
As the voice came out, the black energy suddenly shrank towards the position held by the Old Lich's hand, and quickly condensed into a sickle surrounded by black energy.
The sickle is very big, with a handle that is two meters long and a blade that is more than one meter long. The old man Lich used to use it to deal with the inspector Chekraft who sneaked into the mine, but now it is used to deal with tin wood.
The reason why he was so desperate was simple: he was angry, he was really angry!
"Damklisya Loanca!"
The Lich Old Man was in the air, watching Ximu shouting, and his emotions were so intense that they couldn't be more intense. It's not a curse, but an indigenous language of the small village where he was born.
In this era, almost no one can understand it except him, but everyone can understand the meaning of the words without any obstacles.
After shouting, the old man Lich dropped the sickle heavily and swung it out like lightning. Before Ximu could attack, he struck Ximu's body first.
"boom!"
Huge force exploded, Ximu lost his balance, and his whole body flew out.
"Laura Hi Buck!"
The old Lich did not relieve his anger and shouted out the Aboriginal language again. The black sickle in his hand increased in size and became more than three meters long, with the sickle blade reaching one and a half meters. With a step of his feet, he caught up with Ximu's flying body and slashed hard again, hitting Ximu's body.
Ximu suddenly flew higher and fell farther away.
"Yayima!"
The old man Lich shouted for the third time. The sickle suddenly grew to five meters long, and the sickle blade reached more than two meters. It was a bit funny to hold it in the hand. But the old Lich didn't care so much, he just caught up with Ximu again and chopped down heavily from top to bottom.
Ximu waved his arms, red light flashed on the surface of his body, trying to block it, but was cut through by the scythe of the old man Lich, and then hit the tree trunk.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, the tin wood fell from the sky like a meteorite, directly making a big crater on the ground. It did not move for a long time.
"Snapped!"
With a sound, the old man Lich landed next to the pit, squinting at the tin wood in the pit, dragging a huge sickle more than five meters long in his hand, panting a little. While panting, he kept uttering obscure aboriginal words from his mouth.
"Ropa! Pugas..."
After cursing for almost ten seconds, the old man Lich stopped and looked at Ximu in the pit with twinkling eyes, only to find that the other party was still motionless.
died
impossible.
The old lich frowned.
In his estimation, the Immortal Seed Ximu should be very strong. He might be caught off guard, but it was impossible for him to be hacked to death in just three scythes. If the other party was so weak, he wouldn't have been worried before.
But the situation the other party is showing now is not normal.
What went wrong
The old man Lich was confused, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a mass of air in front of him rapidly compressing under the influence of invisible force. After compression, purple energy appeared and wrapped around the outside, turning the compressed air ball into a rather powerful energy missile that roared out and hit him.
Too fast, too close.
The old man Lich reluctantly reacted and held up a shield of black energy in front of him. The purple energy missiles were already in front of him.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the missile shattered the shield and hit the old man Lich, knocking him away like a kite with a broken string.
After flying dozens of meters, the old man Lich landed heavily, tilted his head, and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Then he squinted his eyes slightly and turned to where the tin wood was, and saw that the tin wood in the big pit was glowing with a pale golden light. The size of the tree trunk grew rapidly. It was only about two meters in the beginning, but now it ballooned to five meters in just a few breaths. It looked like the stone pillars used to support the roof of the palace had come to life.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
His hands made of tin-wood branches were wrapped around the edge of the pit, and he slowly stood up, looking at the old man Lich with cold eyes. The tree trunk above the head flashed with arcs of electricity, as if holding a piece of thunder, like a god descending to earth.
This is the true strength of Ximu.
The old man Lich looked at it, wiped the black blood on the corner of his mouth, took a breath, and murmured: "I knew it wouldn't be that simple."