Strictly speaking, he is a weaver influenced by the authority of [Natural Scourge], not [Flesh and Blood].
Bloody battles are just a small hobby to please the Blood Priest.
So... he felt a clear cringe in his heart.
Huang Qianliu keenly grasped this mentality.
He gracefully plucked at the other person's heartstrings, amplifying the emotion.
The enormous swirling hurricane that filled the space between heaven and earth unknowingly gained the violence it deserved.
It becomes a little "soft", "hesitant" and "at a loss".
As a result, the long swords and lightning surrounding the hurricane further increased the damage it caused.
"The spiritual world after transformation into an element is really strong..."
Huang Qianliu sighed inwardly. Then again, how did Meng Yi do it? How could he become so powerful just after being promoted to the first level?
Is the killing method special?
Not really, the God of Slaughter is just like that...
Unlike Wang Shunkang who made a misjudgment out of fear, he knew clearly who Meng Yi's target was.
After noticing that Mu Yang, who was not far away, showed signs of escaping, Huang Qianliu no longer held back.
It is necessary to create an undisturbed environment for Meng Yi.
He unfolded his near-godlike posture.
His figure suddenly disappeared.
Afterwards, all the people nearby, all the mutants, "looked" at Huang Qianliu from another perspective.
It was a "conglomerate of thoughts" hovering above the spiritual world, interwoven with countless brilliant and chaotic lines, like a ball of thread.
Each thread is a thought, and each thought can lead to more threads, which are complicated and yet connected.
Moreover, unlike other people's near-godlike postures that would make low-level humans or low-level mutants explode at the sight of them, Huang Qianliu's posture was "safe" enough.
He floats in the spiritual world and will not cause such serious consequences.
The "ball of thread" woven together by chaotic thoughts began to extend thin threads, which were densely packed and invaded the minds of others in all directions.
The main targets were Mu Yang and Wang Shunkang, of course, he did not let go of the other weavers either.
As early as when Meng Yi was showing his prowess, Huang Qianliu had already found a position for himself.
Auxiliary, not main force.
The effect is significant.
As his spiritual world was invaded, Mu Yang's struggle became powerless again.
Too bad he didn't have time to exert his full strength...
As for the other five high-level weaving skills, they were affected by the invisible influence and were now firmly restrained by Zhu Hongyu and Sha Cang.
…
Interesting, Huang Qianliu's near-godlike appearance isn't just a giant brain...
I guessed wrong before.
Meng Yi sighed silently, then he looked at the figure of the God of Killing dancing with his scimitar so tightly that it was impenetrable, stretched out his right hand, and suddenly clasped his five fingers together.
He also did not forget to praise the other party: "What a superb skill...
Unlike me, who only relies on numbers to win."
The long swords that were originally surrounding Mu Yang and Wang Shunkang turned around and stabbed at the God of Killing.
Three "Jian Rivers", three different directions!
Ding-ling-clang...
The pressure on the God of Killing suddenly increased.
Meng Yi had a cold face and stared at the other party silently, a sharp long sword gradually appeared in his hand.
He held the sword in his hand, and focused all his attention on the God of Slaughter.
His vision turned gray, with only the God of Slaughter still retaining some "vitality".
A crisp sound exploded in the air!
Meng Yi rushed forward.
Crash~
The thousands of long swords that originally surrounded the God of Slaughter scattered and made way for him.
At the same time, several scimitars flew towards Meng Yi!
Afterwards, the God of Slaughter's momentum continued to rise.
"kill!"
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