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Chapter 138 Space

Assassin stealth, shift shape!

These are the only two moves that Li Xiaole knows. After the anaconda approached, he changed his footsteps and successfully moved to five meters away, but the sharp air brought by the anaconda still left a scar on Li Xiaole's face.

The smell of blood permeated immediately.

The anaconda didn't use any power anymore, and a pair of incandescent lamps stared at Li Xiaole all of a sudden.

"Shunkong, kill!" An indifferent voice sounded, and Su Mujian made a move.

A thin black line passed in front of her, approaching the anaconda.

This thin line looks familiar, Li Xiaole squinted his eyes, but this is not the time to think about it.

The anaconda seemed to sense the crisis behind, and turned around at once, facing Su Mujian on the tree.

It was retreating, and the thin black line was slowly approaching it like this, and then it also retreated step by step, with teasing and disdain in its huge eyes.

It's just that in the depths of the eyes is fear.

"What kind of attack is this, so slow?" Li Xiaole almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Help me!" Sending out a black line, Su Mujian untied the handprint again, and a second black line was formed, spreading towards the anaconda.

Wherever the black line passes, everything is swallowed up, as if strangled by nothingness.

The power of space!

Li Xiaole almost screamed out, no wonder Su Mujian is so powerful, this is actually the legendary king's skill, space ability!

"Don't stand still, help me punch it in." Su Mujian sent out two space cuts, seemingly exhausted, and said weakly.

Li Xiaole nodded, his eyes flicked fiercely, the anaconda was obviously playing with Su Mujian, it retreated step by step, and was almost approaching Li Xiaole.

At this time, the anaconda's attention is on the space cutting, so it doesn't pay attention to such scum as Li Xiaole.

Whoosh, a black iron rod appeared in his hand.

The weak Su Mujian's eyes lit up, is he going to use that trick?

If it was that move, let alone a mere anaconda in front of me, it would be an ethnic group, and it would probably be wiped out.

"Heaven and earth, boundless!"

Li Xiaole, who was holding the black iron stick, seemed to be in that situation again, but this time, the black iron stick didn't cooperate with him anymore.

After the last trial, it successfully crippled itself.

Li Xiaole itself was not enough to use that move, it borrowed its own stored power, and this also led to its own shortfall.

But even a weak black iron stick is a famous black iron stick.

Even without mana, it still has weight.

Seemingly sensing the meaning of the black iron stick, Li Xiaole mobilized his vitality and injected it into the black iron stick.

big big big!

I saw that the black iron stick rose against the wind in an instant, like a huge hammer, and Li Xiaole was the one holding the huge hammer.

"I'll fight!" Li Xiaole suddenly let out a sharp hiss.

The sledgehammer in his hand slammed towards the anaconda fiercely.

Sensing the movement behind him, the anaconda was about to turn around when it felt a black object hit its head hard.

A few black scales shattered with a snap, and the sledgehammer hit its forehead, making it dizzy for a while.

good chance!

What Li Xiaole wanted was this effect. With one hand, he held the sledgehammer again, and slammed it down on the anaconda's head.

The anaconda hastily withdrew its head, but it seemed to have forgotten the space cutting line behind it.

The head slid past the thin black thread.

Smooth and silky.

Then Li Xiaole saw that the anaconda's head flew away, and its body fell to the ground, spurting thick blood.