Welcome To the Power Supremacy Empire

Several flexible jumping rooms came to the upper part of the tree.

Lixiang stretched out to cover Ma Xiu who raised his head to look towards Xia Ming.

"Don't look, there will be needles."

"..."

The girl who didn't expect to go in that direction blushed, and also stretched out her hand to cover the eyes of her senior.

"Senior can't watch it either. This is for the sake of good health."

"..."

Do you really believe in the president of the needle? !

Suddenly the two suspected of feeding dog food didn't mention it. After coming to the top of the jungle, Xia Ming looked around to confirm the route, and again ran to the vicinity of the oblique upper part of the demon pigs in a few flexible jumps.

Let alone the question of whether to leave or not, he doesn't care about it. If he wants to ask him why he has such a skill, of course he'stole' it from the teacher.

Anyway, he is also a person who has fought many close fights in person, and he has a special [talent].

Before he knew it, he had already learned a lot of things that seemed to him completely unnecessary.

The silver-haired boy standing on the thick branch rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, and a wave of circuit board-like lines appeared on his skin.

"Circuits are connected, magic flows--"

A whisper that didn't look like a spell was spit out from his mouth, Xia Ming lifted his right hand into a knife and aimed his fingertips downward.

"DC number pattern, rotation acceleration——"

An electric current sounded like a ‘bah ah ah’, and the light blue whip suddenly jumped out of Xia Ming’s arm, beating.

"Surgery reloading, a short section—"

A small section is a small magic, a simple magic that can be almost equal to an instant.

However, when blinking becomes a continuous action, it can no longer represent a moment.

"Magic bullet, fill—"

Several flashes of light blue fluorescence appeared around Xia Ming's right arm, and began to spin around his arm from slow to fast.

"Imitate the output mode of firearms, this is really a little clever ghost."

Xia Ming couldn't help but admired the original holder of this technique, and sincerely admired her for her new path.

Afterwards, he aimed his sight and ‘muzzle’ completely at the target.

"Since you don't let people use foreign ones, I can always use your things-dear little piglets! Ready to be baptized! Let me make your skins harder!"

Boom-boom boom boom...!

The sudden sound made some of the magic pigs raise their heads, and immediately, a light blue barrage fell on them fiercely.

Bang bang bang...

"Aw——! Aw! Aw! Aw...!"

It's exactly the sound of a gun popping out of the gun reverberating at the frequency of a machine gun.

Whether it is quantity or quality, just listening to the sound is enough to make people fearful.

Needless to say, the trees hidden in the middle, the rough-skinned demon pigs underneath were also shot to the ground and yelled and fled around.

——It seems that it is a bit unrealistic to shoot them directly just like this.

That's right, wild boars are known to have thick skin and thick flesh, not to mention the demonized demon pigs.

Xia Ming scratched his head with his left hand, a burst of white mist emerged from his sleeve, and a huge sickle with abstract patterns emerged.

He stretched out his hand and shook it forward, lifting the weapon that harvested the soul aloft.

"call--"

The looming blade tip of the cold light pulled out a beautiful crescent moon in the space, condensing but not dispersing.

Almost at the same time, the waning moon-like blade of light shot towards a demon pig on the ground!

"Puff--!"

Scarlet blood splattered, and the extremely tough magic pig was divided into two.

The castrated crescent made a thin scratch on the ground. When the devil pig fell to the ground, it seemed to be affected by a slight vibration, and it suddenly cracked!

"I remember that wolves are not the only ones who hold grudges, especially you monsters, ah, so this is killing pigs and killing the mouth, cutting the grass and roots-tut, I have never liked to be so terrible, like a worrisome coward, and ugly to die. NS."

Xia Ming smashed his mouth a little uncomfortably, he hated to kill him.

"But there is no way. You are like the group of ghouls, you are the guys who can't communicate."

Withdrawing the ‘bang bang bang’ right hand that kept shooting, this thing is unexpectedly low in efficiency to the magic pig, so let’s just cut it directly.

That way, I can finish work sooner.

Chapter One Hundred and Three

The battle against the devil pig was completely one-sided.

It's not that Xia Ming is really so strong, or that the devil pig is not enough to see it, but that the battle has been doomed from the beginning.

The relative contrast between the two is too favorable for Xia Ming.

Changing a follower to deal with a thick-skinned demon pig might still get into a bitter battle, or Xia Ming and a skilled follower might behave in a decent way.

But the battle turned into Xia Ming's words against the devil pig, it was a one-sided situation.

Without the sickle in his hand, he is particularly good at harvesting life and soul.

There is no problem at all by giving it a famous saying, "As long as it is alive, even a **** can kill it for you."

Of course, this thing won't cut the dead line, and Xia Ming, who doesn't have the magic eye of straight death, can't see the dead line.

But there is no doubt that no creature will want to get Xia Ming's sickle, this can be guaranteed by the Knight King who has never dared to take risks.

Although she is not present now.

"Okay, get it done."