“She helped us.”

His voice was still hoarse, indicating that Uncle Shui's throat had been injured before.

Xia Shuang, who was the decision-maker, did not speak.

An ice sword was gathering in her hand, ready to support Qin Tan at any time.

The battle continues over there.

Qin Tan, being an ordinary person, had never experienced any combat; all he could do was smash things randomly with a stick.

On the contrary, the black scythe clearly has a lot of combat experience.

After the initial standoff, the situation quickly returned to a one-sided trend.

"Let's go help."

Lin Zhisui was about to make a move when Xia Shuang stopped him.

"Let's take another look."

Xia Shuang's eyes were cold and deep, as if she was pondering something.

In her view, although Qin Tan was being beaten back step by step, at the same time, Qin Tan was also frantically learning the attack methods shown by Black Scythe.

Learning something new and then applying it on the spot sounds like a joke, but it just so happened to Qin Tan.

Although the difference is small, if Qin Tan is given enough time, he might actually be able to defeat Black Scythe.

Unfortunately, Black Scythe won't give them that chance.

The blade and the stick collided, and just as Qin Tan was about to reverse the attack, the stick made a sound of breaking down.

With a crack, it broke!

This strike allowed the black scythe to easily reach Qin Tan's chest.

The blade sliced ​​across his chest, leaving a trail of blood.

Pain caused Qin Tan's mind to boil, and countless ideas erupted.

Just then, Xia Shuang appeared behind the black scythe, her fingers covered with a thin layer of ice, and she grabbed the black scythe.

Even with Xia Shuang's power, she was almost pulled into that blood-red world upon direct contact.

Fortunately, I quickly came to my senses.

But the crimson color was still eroding her ice power.