I can extract genes

Looking at the stone being lifted up by Jianghua Lupin and the others, Wen Baihe, who knew that there was no big problem with the other party, didn't pay much attention. He took out his hands from his pockets and quietly walked towards the direction of the cursed boy.

The cursed spirit boy was somewhat nervous, but his identity as a cursed spirit also made him unwilling to surrender in front of the man in front of him. He was an immortal cursed spirit, so how could he show fear in front of a human being.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and a black mist suddenly appeared all over his body. This black mist seemed to be tinged with some dark thunder, which made his whole body feel stronger, even stronger than when he was dealing with the stone just now. In the first three points, when facing Wen Baihe, he was obviously completely serious. This powerful force also gave him some confidence, and his eyes looked confident.

Gene Sequence 177_Ule Zefa, not only can effectively enhance its own speed and power, but also can use itself as a breeding ground to breed powerful waiters with the Ule Ze attribute after breaking through the first level of its own gene lock, making them It turns into its own tentacles and minions, feeding back to itself.

Those octopus monsters just now were the cursed monsters raised by the cursed boy, just because. This ability didn't increase for long, so it couldn't really exert its terrifying effect.

That being the case, with such a powerful genetic sequence ability, the young man in front of him will inevitably become a unique strongman in the future world of cursed spirits. This is a power that makes him proud.

"Did this guy still hide it from the beginning?" Shitou, whose face turned pale, looked at the scene in front of him. He was obviously a little surprised that the other party broke through the gene lock. After all, if the other party fought with him in this posture from the beginning, If so, I'm afraid he may not be able to persist until now.

Although it is not difficult for him to break through the gene lock, the aspect he prefers is the absolute increase in strength, and the speed will be reduced to an indescribable point. It may also play a big role in cooperating with team battles. If it is like this He is good at fighting against spell spirits with speed, but he may not be able to hold on for as long as he did with the low-end version of the steel weapon just now. This shortcoming must be made up for in the future.

As for whether Wen Baihe will overturn now, how possible is it in Stone's opinion?

At this time, Wen Baihe, who was watching the opponent put on such a fighting posture, frowned slightly.

"You curse spirits who have broken through the gene lock are as strong as monsters. It is really scary. I have to face enemies like you. I have worked so hard to get here. Will you be killed later? Just kill him, it’s really bad luck..."

Although he said he was panicking, in fact, except for a slight frown, the expression on Wen Baihe's face basically didn't change much. It was obviously just talking and playing a wave of ridicule.

And how could the cursed spirit boy, who had always been proud because of his noble status, endure such stimulation? After the breath is adjusted to the best state, it launches an offensive like a swirling thunderstorm.

The mist wrapped around itself carried thunder and lightning, and it was so fast that afterimages appeared, making it difficult for ordinary people to observe its movement trajectory with the naked eye. However, Wen Baihe who saw this scene just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He didn't move quietly until the sharp blade in the opponent's hand was half a meter in front of him.

Although the cursed boy's attack was fast, Wen Baihe always seemed to be slightly faster than him. The blade passed by the clothes, but it was never able to cause any damage. The two of them were like dazzling lights, attacking and defending. Presenting everyone with a movement battle that cannot be missed.

No matter how the cursed boy speeds up his attacks, Wen Baihe is always just as quick as a cat playing with a mouse. This fighting rhythm of hitting the air with his hands every time he attacks makes him tired, but he has nothing to do with it. The method, this man obviously seems to be full of flaws, but he is always difficult to figure out and difficult to capture. This is completely exposed by the other party deliberately.

Wen Baihe, who easily avoided the opponent's sharp blade thrust, passed by him, and easily leaned back to back against the opponent, moved smoothly and casually, leaning against the opponent's body and falling back naturally, he spoke teasingly into the young man's earlobe: "Although You monsters who have broken through the genetic lock are indeed very strong, but it is such a pity that I am invincible in this city-state."

This kind of harmless but extremely insulting behavior undoubtedly completely angered the cursed boy.

He turned his head and launched a fierce offensive. Unfortunately, for Wen Baihe, who could easily see the opponent's body trajectory, this was basically as fast as a turtle and was not worth mentioning. In the easy evasion again and again, the opponent's movement skills Gradually slowing down, Wen Baihe began to lose patience.

"If you waste your energy rashly like this, it won't have any effect, so why do you always want to break through your limits? By the way, should you consider how to escape now? After all, if you continue to delay like this..." His hand silently rested on the handle of the knife at his waist. Wen Baihe, who was gradually losing patience with this cat-and-mouse game, rarely smiled: "But there is no chance..."

He drew his sword forward and waved it gently.

The sword swing lasted only a moment, and even the cursed boy couldn't clearly see the trajectory of the opponent's sword draw with his powerful eyes. The speed was so fast that by the time he reacted, except for his head, his body had already been It shattered into tens of thousands of pieces, and blood dyed the ground red.

It was as if the young man's head in this pile of minced meat widened his eyes, with endless hatred in his eyes.

"Damn it, if I could become stronger, how could I be insulted by a human like you? Power, I want power." The cursed spirit boy, who had never been humiliated by humans, had obviously completely lost his mind. Countless blue tentacles broke out of the ground and attacked the already relaxed resource department staff and Lu Pin and others, wanting to devour them and turn them into nutrients for themselves to continue fighting.

But just when it was about to succeed, the tentacles froze.

"You really don't cry until you see the coffin. You regard living beings as the equivalent of replenishing the physical energy consumed in a battle, you guy..." Looking at the bloody blade in his hand, Wen Baihe's silver hair fluttered in the wind. He looked at the pile of minced meat in front of him with an indifferent face and said, "What do you regard life as?"

As these words fell, the cursed spirit boy, who could barely maintain a stable breath, suddenly became distorted, and finally split directly, and his head changed into countless fragments due to the internal tearing.

This was not because Wen Baihe attacked him again, but it was inevitable due to the previous attack.

Wen Baihe had launched tens of thousands of slashes in the previous moment. It was not that he did not attack the head, but in order to make the cursed boy feel the despair better, he deliberately increased the speed of swinging the sword, so that when the blade broke the skin, the skin tissue did not even notice that it was hurt.