The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 935
Regarding the matter of Mr. Cang's fight itself, it will undoubtedly be a kind of suffering for himself, the enemy and even the audience. No one wants to challenge the physical... uh... life limit with a thing standing in his own blood pool and directly hitting the opposite high ground Well, if the walking dead beast had enough IQ, I'm afraid it would have the same idea, not to mention that with just such a thing, he can even return blood back to the body, draw calcium, break armor and counter-injury, plus mental pollution, what a beast.

In a sense, Li Cang and Rao Qifang have taken different paths to the same goal.

One is a duel in the field of pure martial arts, forcibly abandoning all fancy skill interference; the other doesn't even bother to pretend to be perfunctory, waving his own blood bar as a hammer and rushing up to deal output on the face.

If you must beg for nothing, then the best solution is probably to let these two oppose each other, but unfortunately this is not an option, and this way is not feasible.

cough.
In fact, at least within a certain range, regardless of the size of the blood burst, Li Cang's own combat power, mainly the attack power, is not so outstanding. Tai Xiaoyi's sop Yueyun is Li Cang's life and death. dps value.

But, who cares?
The blood bar confrontation itself is the most unreasonable and unreasonable trick, which seriously disobeys martial arts, but this thing also has a long-range skill!
Li Cang instantly turned over a armored turtle with a very precise [Fen] hand. The armored turtle's body weighing several tons rose into the air, with blood gushing from the gaps in the eyes, nose, head, neck, and limbs, and a straight three-color beam of light Surrounding it, another kind of pale particle-shaped light mist independent of it and incompatible with each other surged into a mushroom cloud.

When the armored turtle flipped its shell and hit the ground, the sound of the shell hitting the ground was like a crispy biscuit, and a thick layer of bone fell apart on the shell like dried mud.

"Oh shit!"

Looking at others and then looking at himself, Lao Wang suddenly became a little autistic, he couldn't find a suitable adjective, and the only thing left in Lao Wang's mind was the word "damage". Is this the work that carbon-based organisms should be made out of?
The role of armor in front of Li Cang is infinitely close to zero, especially the autogenous bone armor, if it does not have adverse effects, it is already the last stubbornness.

Whether it's Echo of the Dead, Blood Bar Replacement, or Calcium Absorption, they are all so proud and indulgent.

Even if Pharaoh's luck gauge is fully filled up and he launches a few waves of disturbing metal to pray for great success, Li Cang can completely replace the big wand with a new skin and create a disturbing metal coating.

Far away.

The armored tortoise was burned by Li Cang, and at least one-third of its carapace was burned off. The whole thing was in a daze, and it was not even possible to find out where the person who hurt it was.
The second fire came one after another, and the full body armor directly turned into a field weapon, with flesh leaking everywhere.

Fen's blood bar hedge severely emptied the armored turtle's battery pack, so that its self-healing and carapace growth speed were greatly reduced compared to before, and it was taken away by the big magic wand with a clean hook.

Li Cang was uninterested: "It's almost meaningless!"

Almost means that he doesn't want to fill this thing into the pit of the second son of the blood or the servant of fate. The actual combat performance of the armored turtle is far from as good as Li Cang expected.

Li Cang’s selection criteria are actually only two: either the quantity is absolutely sufficient to obtain raw materials easily, and filling the mill has the highest priority; or sacrifice quantity for quality, and transform into a servant of fate once sent to the soul, as long as it is strong enough or indispensable, even if it is marked [ The only label is not unbearable.

"You can stand and talk without back pain." Old Wang complained: "There are no buffs and defensive skills corresponding to armor. In this case, the strength of the turtle shell can be so outrageous. Can you believe it? A mere year and a half of practice? Do you know how hard the tortoise is?"

If you want to put it that way, then they seem to be working hard.
Li Cang: "Okay, what you said makes sense, so Miss Da Leizi, leave a few more for Lao Wang to practice, and clear the rest."

Old Wang: "Grass!"

It is rare that there is a kind of alienated blood that can restrain the old king in a targeted manner, so let's take it as a preview of the bad situation in advance, and practice a lot to be prepared.

The three big DPS masters taught Lao Wang a lesson, and within 15 minutes, hundreds of armored turtles were lying on the ground, and the scenes were really tragic in their own way——

The little lady will shoot her head, she is a clean and hygienic environmentalist.

Da Leizi usually cuts pieces with big swords, and he is in a good mood to show off his skills without even bleeding. Relatively speaking, he is relatively fresh and harmonious.

Only Li Cang, not only blowing sand and dust and smelling pungent, but also the dignity of the dead souls under the stick will be completely trampled, and there is no skin left. No one can walk with clothes on.

Lao Wang finally asked a soul-torturing question: "Won't your conscience hurt, especially you, Li Cang, you fucking don't let the big bastards go, you have to exploit other people's San value?"

"I'm already Qingdao's last conscience, what more conscience do I need?"

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This hanging hair steel man is so hardcore even telling cold jokes? !

So far, the only one who can really be happy is the bone girl.

Compared with the embarrassing turbid heart Skadi form, Da Leizi really doesn't have much room for choice, and the hate form is undoubtedly the most in line with Teacher Cang's aesthetics. Both of them can accept it, so Lao Wang's opinion seems to be unreasonable. It's so important, such a powerful servant of fate, you can't see Tian'er shut up in the mill and eat jiojio with your hands, right?
As a result, Gumei was finally released after serving her sentence, and she was able to appear on the battlefield in a disgusting form that could empty the SAN slot of a normal person at a glance, happily jumping back and forth, with innocent eyes like a ten-ton baby.

Gumei's IQ is not particularly outstanding among the servants of fate, but she is the only one among these unfilial children who "knows shame", likes to dress herself up, and has independent aesthetics.

The bone girl picks and picks the corpses on the battlefield, like a cute little girl walking on a country road, picking a few beautiful little flowers from time to time, which is harmonious and natural. Qian's face and gluttonous mouth are turned into patches in the form of dry rice and slapped on himself.

Previously, the hate skin of the good girl was mainly composed of trophies such as the No. 2 and No. 3 dog legs, the magic mountain, and the Gonzaletosaurus.

The leather case is a one-time use. Every time you restore Skadi’s form and return to hate, you have to collect and match it again. Perhaps because of this, Gumei has an obsession with her skin bag that all servants of fate do not have. Other servants of fate No matter what, she doesn't like to wear clothes and armor, but the good girl, in addition to carefully matching her own skin, doesn't mind wearing armor, and even likes it very much.

Teacher Cang was moved more than once and burst into tears. What more could my father ask for this woman?

The armored tortoise devoured by the corpse-eating skill quickly turned into pieces of armor puzzles on Gumei's body. Li Cang praised: "It's pleasing to the eye! Perfect match! It's simply art!"

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