Evolution Begins with a Scarecrow

Feng Tianhao was startled and hurriedly turned around and saw a black shadow emerging from his shadow, turning into Qin Xiaofeng's figure.

"Wind blast!"

Feng Tianhao was shocked, but his expression remained calm. He opened his hands wide and aimed at Qin Xiaofeng's chest. The surrounding airflow quickly gathered, forming a huge vortex between him and Qin Xiaofeng. Strong energy fluctuations came from it.

"You can see it!"

Qin Xiaofeng's eyes flashed red, and the outline of the invisible wind-attribute aura became clear in Qin Xiaofeng's eyes.

As the scythe fell, Qin Xiaofeng slashed the scythe in his hand towards the cyclone without dodging.

The Death Scythe showed that there was a rich dark aura attached to it, and in that rich dark aura, there was an evil red light mixed in it, spreading an extremely dangerous smell.

The red of evil moon.

This is one of the three small skills brought to Qin Xiaofeng by the Bloody Night Evil Ghost.

In an instant, the scythe collided with the cyclone, and huge air waves burst out, turning into bursts of impact force, separating the two figures.

Qin Xiaofeng stepped back and stood lightly on the ground, looking at the sickle in his hand with satisfaction.

Feng Tianhao quickly retreated, crushing the hard ground with his foot, and barely stopped.

Feng Tianhao raised his head with shock and stared at the straw monster in front of him.

He couldn't understand why Qin Xiaofeng's strength suddenly increased several times. It was obvious that he could barely catch his own blow just now. It was obvious that not long ago, he couldn't even deal with his minion, Old Man Huang. It takes a lot of effort.

Why! Your monster's strength can grow so fast, and you're actually the same as that damn girl! And I suffered so much under the hands of that immortal man! The level has been suppressed for so long! The way of wind is still...

"laugh!"

Veins popped up on Feng Tianhao's head, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes as he stared at Qin Xiaofeng, and murderous intent gradually emerged in his heart.

"Huh?" Qin Xiaofeng was playing with the Death Scythe happily, but suddenly he felt the killing intent coming from Feng Tianhao.

"As for that, I just stole some of your life force to do the task, but you actually want to kill me." Qin Xiaofeng shrugged, and at the same time, he also had murderous intentions in his heart.

Qin Xiaofeng originally only wanted to try the growth and skills brought by the Blood Night Demon. After all, Feng Tianhao was the senior brother Luo Linlin had been looking for. If he really killed him, it would take a lot of effort. Said, there is no benefit yet, and if it is not done well, it will cause a lot of trouble.

But things are different now.

Qin Xiaofeng weighed the sickle in his hand, and there was a hint of coldness in his scarlet eyes.

After all, Feng Tianhao is now showing murderous intent toward him. It would be really troublesome to keep a genius who is so hostile to him alive.

"Wind line!" Feng Tianhao waved his hand, and countless air currents condensed into a line and slashed towards Qin Xiaofeng.

"This move kills some of the minions, not bad." Qin Xiaofeng curled his lips as he looked at the thin line that was shot at him. The advantages of this move are its high concealment, fast speed, large number, and lethality. , actually not much.

As long as he could see the thin lines condensed by the wind attribute Qi, Qin Xiaofeng didn't think this move would have any effect on him.

With a sickle, he cut the wind line in front of him. Qin Xiaofeng's Night Transformation and Life Thirst were activated at the same time. His body instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Feng Tianhao.

Although he looked disdainful, Qin Xiaofeng noticed that after being cut open by himself, the wind lines did not disappear, but floated in mid-air, hiding.

What kind of tricks are you playing?

Qin Xiaofeng opened his mouth and activated his killing skill at the same time, slashing at Feng Tianhao's clean neck.

"Soldier!" Feng Tianhao shouted angrily, raising his right hand over his chest, and in his right hand, a light green long sword appeared, facing the death sickle.

The soldiers met and sparks flew.

Feng Tianhao took a slight step back, but also stopped the sharp sickle blade.

Seeing that the scythe was blocked, Qin Xiaofeng grinned even more. He exerted force with both arms, and the scythe blade instantly pressed down, bending Feng Tianhao's knees slightly.

"Hmph." On Feng Tianhao's arms, the wind-attribute aura circulated, and the long sword exploded, cutting Qin Xiaofeng's sickle away. At the same time, a sword aura drew a subtle sword mark on the ground in front of his feet. In the sword marks, the aura surged, and the extremely sharp wind-attributed air waves turned into a wind-attributed long sword, flying towards Qin Xiaofeng's open chest.

"Hehe." Qin Xiaofeng didn't dodge when he saw the wind sword stabbing his chest. Instead, he stabilized the opened Death Scythe, pointed the tip of the scythe at Feng Tianhao under him, and stabbed straight down.

Trade injury for injury!

Feng Tianhao was shocked. He, who had always been called a first-level genius, had never faced such a style of play.

It was too late to retreat, Feng Tianhao gritted his teeth, blood flashed across his body, and the fair skin on his shoulders and neck instantly turned into a black-red color like rotten flesh.

The long sword turned by the wind pierced Qin Xiaofeng's chest without any hindrance.

[13% physical damage to the host, 5% of which is permanent damage]

The death scythe pierced Feng Tianhao's shoulder without any fancy, black blood splattered everywhere, but the feeling coming from the tip of the scythe was a bit strange, and it didn't seem like it was piercing a living person. It was more like stabbing into a mass of rotten flesh.

Feng Tianhao grabbed the tip of the sickle, lifted it up with all his strength, pulled out the death sickle, kicked Qin Xiaofeng's body, kicked Qin Xiaofeng away, and at the same time used his body's strength to retreat back to Qin Xiaofeng. The wind distanced them.

After pulling away, Feng Tianhao's dark purple skin instantly turned back to its original fair color, but the wound stabbed by Qin Xiaofeng remained in its original state, showing no sign of healing.

"Weird." Qin Xiaofeng frowned slightly and looked at Feng Tianhao, who was holding his shoulder where blood was flowing.

He clearly injured Feng Tianhao, and the feedback given to him by the Death Scythe also deprived Feng Tianhao of his vitality, but why did he observe that Feng Tianhao's vitality from the thirst for life was still 200 points, an F-level high-grade one? highest value.

"Your scythe can actually absorb life force!?" Feng Tianhao exclaimed, but then sneered: "What a terrifying ability, hehe, but it's a pity that it's useless to me!"

Feng Tianhao clenched his fingers, and Qin Xiaofeng suddenly felt his body being pulled in Feng Tianhao's direction, and couldn't help but take a step forward.

Qin Xiaofeng looked down and discovered that there were many wind threads stuck to the straw stabbed by Feng Tianhao's wind swords, and the other end of the wind threads was above Feng Tianhao's fingers.

"You can't move anymore." Feng Tianhao sneered, and then shouted: "Pupa!"

The looming wind lines that were floating in mid-air were instantly connected, entangled towards Qin Xiaofeng, and instantly covered Qin Xiaofeng.

"Die!" Just when Feng Tianhao raised his sword and was about to stab him, Qin Xiaofeng, who was wrapped by the wind thread, instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared into the large pupa condensed by the wind thread.

"It's useless to take away the vitality." A faint voice sounded in Feng Tianhao's ears.

"Then I'll chop it until it's useful."

Feng Tianhao turned around in horror, only to see a sharp sickle point instantly enlarged in his eyes.