Evolution Begins with a Scarecrow

"break."

Following Lang San's soft drink, the tip of the heavy sword stabbed lightly in the flames. The flames in the sky quickly retreated as if they had met their nemesis.

Then, the wolf's three toes tipped slightly in mid-air, his white clothes danced lightly, and his slender figure spun around, and he appeared in front of Chu Xing, who was in the balrog state.

With a sweep of the long sword, the flame defense line in front of Chu Xing was split open. At the same time, the cold sword energy came and slashed Chu Xing's chest unceremoniously.

Chu Xing's body was instantly swept into two pieces by the sword energy. In his wounds, except for the red flames, there was no blood.

"Hmph..." Chu Xing groaned. Flames surged at the place where he was cut open, and the wound gradually healed.

Obviously, it is difficult for ordinary attacks to cause any substantial harm to Chu Xing who is in the Balrog state.

"Hmm... your recovery speed has slowed down, are you tired?" Lang San stood in mid-air with his sword behind him, his white clothes swinging randomly with the airflow.

"Scoff." Chu Xing raised his head and stared at Lang San, and couldn't help but sneer.

No matter how he attacked, Lang San could easily neutralize his own attack, but Lang San's attack... he couldn't stop even one move. If it weren't for the fact that he was immune to damage while in the Balrog state, he would have died countless times.

"I still have to fight. To be honest, I'm a little tired." Lang San yawned and said lightly.

"..." The color of the flames all over Chu Xing's body gradually turned into bright vermilion, and at the same time, a pair of wings condensed by flames appeared on his back. The extremely powerful flames rose, and even the rocks at the top of the cave showed signs of melting.

"Oh, why bother, my friend." Under the impact of the scorching heat wave, Lang San looked helpless, spread his hands and said: "You and I have no grudges, why bother to fight to the death?"

"If you want to find that scarecrow, I will have no choice but to fight with my life to stop you." Chu Xing's eyes were indifferent. With the blessing of the pair of flame wings, the whole person was as dazzling as the god of fire descending to earth.

"There's nothing we can do about it, but using the mantis as a chariot seems stupid." Lang San held the heavy sword behind him across his chest, with a serious look in his eyes.

"Even if it hurts you a little, or consumes the energy in your body, it's not meaningless." Chu Xing smiled, and the aura of fire on his body reached a peak.

"In this way, his winning rate will also increase a little. It can be regarded as my repaying part of his kindness."

Chu Xing smiled indifferently, waved his flame wings behind him, and his whole body slowly floated up.

“…….”

Lang San clenched the heavy sword in his hand, looked at the figure who looked like he was about to die, and sighed silently.

"This is my strongest blow, the red bird comes to the world." Chu Xing clenched his right hand in front of his chest and pressed out a burst of flames. "Wolf San, given time, you will definitely become an unparalleled powerhouse. So I hope that even if I die, I will die under your strongest move. In this way, even if I go to hell, I will have bragging rights, how about that?"

"You...oh, forget it." Lang San sighed, with a rare solemn look on his face.

"In that case, I'll satisfy you."

"The red bird comes to the world!" With an angry shout, Chu Xing's big flame wings shook behind him, and his whole body filled with flames turned into a red stream of light, which violently hit Lang San who was lifting the sword high.

"Is this your special skill?" Looking at the big red bird swooping over, Lang San murmured slightly: "Human."

Lang San raised the heavy sword in his hand high above his head, and slowly slashed it down at the roaring flame bird.

There didn't seem to be any energy on the heavy sword, and it fell at an astonishing speed. But just such a sword gave Chu Xing a feeling of destroying the world.

The heavy sword was still falling slowly. In Chu Xing's eyes, except for the heavy sword that was constantly approaching, everything in the cave had disappeared.

There was only one heavy sword left that kept coming closer and hitting his head.

The heavy sword continued to magnify in Chu Xing's eyes. Just when the heavy sword was about to strike Chu Xing's head, the heavy sword suddenly stopped, only half an inch away from Chu Xing's head.

The moment the heavy sword stopped, Chu Xing turned around fiercely, staring at the heavy sword in front of him and breathing heavily, his eyes full of shock.

"You lost, friend." Lang San took back the heavy sword and patted Chu Xing's shoulder, which was soaked with sweat.

Only then did Chu Xing realize that at some point, his special skill Zhuniao came to the world, had long since dissipated, and not even a spark had arisen. He didn't even have the slightest impression of when he exited the Balrog state. Only that The aura of the heavy sword was firmly imprinted in his mind.

Chu Xing only felt that his legs became weak for a while, as if he had lost all strength, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

"Fire... Fire Demon!" Chu Xing gritted his teeth and wanted to activate the Fire Demon state again, but his already stiff body did not give him any response at all.

"Okay, friend." Lang San sheathed the heavy sword, turned around and walked towards the camp. At the same time, he waved his hand to Chu Xing on the ground and said, "It's no longer interesting to keep entangled, so just be good. Lie down somewhere."

"You...you won't kill me?!" Chu Xing looked at Lang San's back and asked in a low voice.

Wolf Three tilted his head and said: "I said I wanted to kill you, but even though I won't kill you, you still have to find a way to survive on your own. I won't help you deal with those transformed people, hahahaha .”

The three wolves laughed and walked towards the distance.

….

After the battle with Chu Xing, Lang San was in a very comfortable mood, and with Chu Xing's efforts as an 'appetizer', Lang San also completely ignited his fighting spirit.

"Qianji seems to have encountered that straw monster." Lang San raised his head and looked in the direction of Su Qianji and Qin Xiaofeng.

In the direction where Wolf San was looking, dark aura surged, almost submerging that area in darkness.

"Let's go and take a look. That monster has a killing move that can hurt me. It would be bad if it hurts Qianji." Lang San hummed a tune, and before he took a few steps, his brows suddenly wrinkled. .

Lang San stopped and turned to look at the broken wall not far behind him.

On the pile of broken rocks, a strange boy of fifteen or sixteen was sitting casually on the pile of rocks, and on his lap was a little girl covered in blood.

And the little girl who was unconscious was Guan Yao.

"...This is a battle between human races, and this is not the place you should come." Lang San turned around, pulled out the heavy sword in his arms and stared at the strange boy. "Also, put down that little human girl."

Different from when he faced Chu Xing, Lang San's face was cold at this moment, and his eyes showed strong murderous intent.