Chapter 1315： Tyrannical armor (2/2)
However, the speed of the Shaman Devil is still not as good as the weeping banshees.
At the moment of its retreat, the crying banshees have only kept up with the first time.
Like the bones of the skeleton.
”Hey!!”
”Hey!!”
The next moment, in the snoring of the sand devil's devil, the crying banshees have launched an attack on it.
”-235!”
”-356!”
”—199!”
......
The figure of the weeping banshees, the body of the demon king, the value of the damage, and the densely popped out of it.
More than a hundred crying banshees, one-time attack, directly caused a total of nearly 50,000 damage to the Sandman Great Devil.
With just one wave of attack, the blood volume of the Sandman Great Devil has fallen below 50,000.
Su Ye looked satisfied with this result, but also immediately told the crying banshees.
”Don't kill it for me at once, leave a little blood, and finally let me solve it!”
Although the killing of the banshees is killing themselves, but the lucky value of the crying banshees ~~ is not as good as their own.
Su Ye also wants to solve this sand demon king by himself, and the equipment and equipment that broke out at that time must be more than the killing of the female demon.
This is beyond doubt!
”Hey!!”
The crying banshees don’t know if they understand it. They just screamed at the Suye blame, and they went to the sand devil again.
”Hey!!”
”—355!”
”—236!”
”—408!”
......
In the snoring of the sand devil's devil, his blood volume was immediately dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After another wave of attacks by the crying banshees, the blood volume of the Shaman Grand Devil is about two thousand.
Seeing such a situation, Su Yesheng feared that the crying banshees would once again attack again, and they immediately yelled at them.
”All the crying banshees, now give me back, this sand man devil is solved by me.”
The voice just fell, Su Ye did not go to see the reaction of those crying banshees, just gently rubbed the hands of the knives in the hands of the machete, and then turned into a residual image, silently moving toward the sand man demon king .
For the sudden attack, the Sand Man’s Great Devil, still in pain, did not respond at all.
”laugh!!”
In a crisp voice, the Sand Man's Great Devil slowly bowed his head and looked at the two scimitars in his abdomen.
”—1023!”
”—999!”
Then, in the eyes of the Sand Man's Devil, two nearly a thousand damage values emerged from his body.
The amount of blood remaining on the body is also close to zero at a speed visible to the naked eye.
(End of this chapter)
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