What happened to the black control group on the entire network who knows XNUMX million skill points?

Although Lele's body is small, his strength is not small, and he knocked the man's head off directly.

The blood-stained head rolled twice on the ground and stopped at Yan Xin's feet. Then it turned into a puddle of black water and quickly disappeared in front of people's eyes.

The man whose head was missing and only his torso remained did not fall down, but quickly grew a head as the black color disappeared.

"What's going on?" Lele was a little confused.

"You can't hurt him." Little Turtle said leisurely.

Hearing what Little Turtle said, Lele didn't believe in evil and wanted to take action again, but was stopped by Yan Xin.

"This is an wronged soul refined from resentment. As long as his resentment persists, your power cannot have any impact on him. But now he has completely lost his mind for some unknown reason." Yan Xinmi He squinted his eyes.

The power of this kind of resentful soul is not very powerful, but they have the ability to recover quickly. Just like just now, if the head falls off, it can grow back quickly.

Just as Yan Xin said, he is completely rational, he will not feel pain, and he is not reasonable. If he wants to use the "influence" method like Shi Yuanhui, it will not work at all.

Therefore, we can only rely on force.

The space in the elevator was limited, and the distance between the man and Yan Xin was also decreasing. When he was only a few centimeters away from her, Yan Xin held a century-old mahogany sword and chopped off his hands and feet with a single stroke. With the last swing of the sword, his head was cut off again. He fell to the ground.

All his limbs were severed, and his whole body turned into a puddle of black water. The power of the century-old peach wood sword was so powerful that not even a bit of his torso was left.

For a moment, the elevator was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Soon, an invisible wind blew by, sweeping the pool of black water on the ground into the air, and a human figure appeared in front of Yan Xin's eyes bit by bit.

Only this time, the man in front of him was shaking a little, and his body was visibly exuding black energy.

Yan Xin did not hesitate. The moment he fully recovered, he raised his century-old mahogany sword and chopped off his limbs and head.

The black liquid with a strong smell of blood splashed on her body. Her beautiful eyes were so cold that she looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Even the little immortal next to him couldn't help but tremble when he saw this.

"It's useless for you to do this. He will still recover." The little turtle couldn't help but say.

Hearing this, Yan Xin didn't even look at him, holding a talisman and a century-old mahogany sword in one hand. After the man transformed from blood to human form again, he turned his palms over.

The talisman flew towards the man quickly, and the century-old peach wood sword in Yan Xin's hand also flew towards the man as if it sensed something.

Finally, the tip of the century-old mahogany sword passed through his heart against the talisman.

However, this is not over yet. The power of the century-old peach wood sword is not second to this. The century-old mahogany sword passed through the man's body, knocked him back violently, and finally fixed him on the iron wall of the elevator, making a huge sound.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a huge impact, red blood overflowed from the man's mouth, and his body suddenly exploded like an inflated balloon, splattering blood and pieces of flesh all over the interior of the elevator.

The smell of blood and decay instantly made the elevator extremely pungent and unacceptable.

There was no expression on Yan Xin's face. The mahogany sword was pressed against the stainless steel iron sheet of the elevator. Black mist instantly filled the air, drowning people's sight.

"This gas is poisonous, little fairy, I suggest you be careful," Yan Xin said calmly.

There was something bad in this black mist, and Yan Xin had to use her spiritual power to resist.

After about a few minutes, the black mist gradually dissipated, and a gloomy white skeleton appeared in front of Yan Xin.

"Cough cough!"

After the black air dissipated, the little turtle's face changed slightly. The delicate and white face turned livid and he coughed repeatedly.

Lele was not affected at all. Seeing the little fairy like this, he laughed rudely. It was obvious that he was laughing at the ignorance of the little fairy.

Yan Xin did not smile. Seeing that the little earth fairy was really uncomfortable, she waved to him and motioned for him to come over. Although the little fairy was a little confused, he still did it and landed in front of Yan Xin.

Yan Xin asked the little fairy to stretch out her hand. The little fairy nodded and stretched out her white and tender hand.

She put her hand on his wrist.

The little earth fairy felt a warm current passing through his body, and the physical discomfort quickly disappeared.

He looked at Yan Xin blankly, wanting to say something, but in the end he only said two words.

"Thank you."

There was still no expression on her face.

She walked over and pulled off the centuries-old mahogany sword that was propped on the stainless steel plate. To her surprise, there was not even a scratch on the stainless steel plate. Instead, there was a crack on the hilt of the mahogany sword, which abruptly destroyed the sword. The beauty of the sword.

Looking at the gloomy white bones on the ground, Yan Xin's fingertips ignited a dark blue flame, and she controlled the flame to fall on the bones.

Soon, the bones were ignited and turned into clouds of white smoke that disappeared without a trace.

Apart from the fishy smell of flesh and blood, there was no other smell in the airtight and small space.

[Is he gone now? 】

"Yeah." Yan Xin nodded.

[Then what should you do now? 】

The elevator door was closed, the incandescent lights were flashing, and the smell of blood was mixed in. The environment was really depressing.

Yan Xin didn't answer the system and kicked the elevator door.

The elevator door shook violently, and then fell directly to the ground, making a huge noise.

As the elevator door fell down, the dark scene outside came into Yan Xin's eyes.

Yan Xin frowned.

"It looks so familiar here." Lele said.

"Familiar?" the little turtle asked in confusion.

"The taste is familiar." Lele nodded.

Just before Yan Xin could figure out what Lele meant by this sentence, a gust of dark wind came, and then a person walked out of the darkness.

Yan Xin didn't seem surprised when she saw Yan Jiarui's gloomy face, and she just sneered.

"Heh, it's you again."

Yan Xin is really curious now, what is the difference between her and Yan Jiarui that deserves him to plot against her again and again.

"Yan Xin, I really underestimated you." Yan Jiarui's cold voice came.

"It's not that you underestimate me, it's that you think too highly of yourself." Yan Xin was very calm.

As she spoke, she threw out two talismans and presented the century-old mahogany sword in her hand.

The peach wood sword stabbed straight towards Yan Jiarui's forehead, piercing his head.

The incandescent lights of the elevator flickered more frequently, and the Taomu Sword broke into pieces in an instant.

The next second, Yan Xin's vision went dark and he fainted completely. (End of chapter)