Chapter 181 Tyrant Cui Wenjing

Seeing that even at her strongest state, she couldn't touch Song Que's body, Cui Wenjing, who was completely dominated by the exposed emotion, suddenly roared to the sky.

"Ah!"

In the surprised look of Song Que and others, Cui Wenjing, whose body was faintly emitting red light, showed a huge change again.

As her anger grew, Cui Wenjing's originally thin body became swollen.

Her bones and muscles were constantly stretched and lengthened, and the originally thin black cortex became thicker.

White bone spurs as long as her arms were all over Cui Wenjing's body. Cui Wenjing, who was three meters tall, looked like a hedgehog covered with bone spurs from a distance.

A strong sense of pain came, but Cui Wenjing's eyes were only that hateful man.

If Su Ming was here, he would definitely be able to see that Cui Wenjing's current state was a bit similar to his tyrant form.

However, compared to Su Ming, Cui Wenjing's tyrant was very small.

"What a mess!"

Song Que, who claims to be a handsome man, has always imitated someone he admires, and he even changed his name for this purpose.

If he could still accept Cui Wenjing's previous state, then Cui Wenjing, who has now completely turned into a tyrant, has been listed as ugly by Song Que.

Cui Wenjing, who has almost completely lost his mind, struggled to hold on to the last bit of clarity and attacked Song Que.

After turning into a tyrant, Cui Wenjing's own strength and speed have been greatly improved.

Originally, it was difficult for her to touch Song Que. She waved the long knife in her hand, leaving several marks on Song Que's body.

Looking at the several torn clothes on his body, Song Que frowned.

Although Cui Wenjing's attack did not hurt him at all, it was unacceptable for Song Que to have his clothes damaged.

"Huh!"

The sharp long knife, swung by Cui Wenjing, pushed away layers of air and slashed at Song Que's chest with a burning breath.

"Ugly thing, let me finish you off!"

The ancient and traceless Pudao in Song Que's hand suddenly emitted a thick and cold light. Compared with the previous light, the Pudao in Song Que's hand was soon covered by silver light.

The cold air that seemed to come from the ice hell continued to extend outward from the Pudao in Song Que's hand. Combined with Song Que's own murderous aura, the area with a radius of 20 meters around Song Que seemed to have arrived in the extreme winter.

Cui Wenjing, whose body was originally red, became dim under the influence of this low temperature.

Hong Tianba, who was thinking about something in his mind, immediately looked solemn when he saw the shocking scene in front of him.

It was not known whether it was his illusion, but just as Song Que covered the machete with a layer of silver light, Hong Tianba seemed to sense a breath that belonged to level 5.

However, Hong Tianba quickly put this idea behind him. After all, if Song Que was a level 5 awakener, how could he be willing to submit to Xiong Tian?

While Hong Tianba was lost in thought, the battle in the field did not stop.

Song Que stepped on the ground with his right foot and immediately dodged Cui Wenjing's long knife.

Song Que, who was in the air, murmured in his mouth, and then slashed Cui Wenjing with the machete.

"Stop!"

A silver-white light flew out from the blade of the machete.

The half-moon-shaped light easily left a deep scar on the tyrant.

However, under the tyrant's powerful recovery ability, the scar that was as deep as a finger quickly disappeared, and Song Que's eyebrows jumped.

"Good recovery ability, what about the next move?"

Dodged the bone spurs on Cui Wenjing's arm, Song Que swung a knife as light as fireworks.

"Stop!"

The same silver light, the same wound, but the effect of this knife is different.

After leaving a deep wound on the tyrant's body, the silver-white light did not disappear immediately, but was like a layer of paint, deeply embedded in the tyrant's wound.

Under the interference of the silver-white light, the wound that should have healed quickly did not heal, but instead seemed to be further expanded.

Although the wound caused by Song Que was relatively large, it was completely negligible for the huge tyrant.

In this way, under Song Que's intentional control, the silver-white light sank into the tyrant's body one knife after another.

Facing the light Song Que, no matter how Cui Wenjing struggled or how angry he was, he could not cause any specific damage to him.

After slashing 10 knives in a row, Song Que suddenly distanced himself from Cui Wenjing, and then the fingers of his left hand kept changing, and then he shouted loudly.

"Qianren!"

Under Song Que's roar, the silver-white light on Cui Wenjing's body suddenly burst into its own brilliance.

Continuous explosions occurred on the tyrant's body.

One by one, the tough flesh and blood turned into blood mist under the explosion.

When the dust settled, the tall tyrant had lost most of its body, revealing the white bones inside.

However, the tyrant's strong vitality allowed Cui Wenjing to survive this big explosion.

However, because of the severe injury, Cui Wenjing opened her only remaining eye, stared at Song Que fiercely, and then fell down.

"Bang!"

Cui Wenjing, who had withdrawn from the tyrant form, was covered with scars and pits of missing flesh and blood everywhere.

Blood continued to flow down, and after a while, a large pool of blood had appeared under Cui Wenjing's body.

After the body was severely injured one after another, even the healing ability of the evolutionary virus could not help Cui Wenjing solve the injuries on her body.

With his footsteps moving gently, Song Que, holding a machete in his hand, came to Cui Wenjing step by step.

Looking down at this unrecognizable woman, Song Que just had a little hesitation in his heart, which was soon replaced by determination.

"It's not that I want to kill you, but I have offended someone I shouldn't have offended. It's the same whether I die early or late. Why don't I help you end your pain now!"

For this seriously injured woman, Song Que still has a little appreciation in his heart.

But appreciation is appreciation, and tasks are tasks. Song Que still knows what to do.

"In the next life, I hope I can be born into a good family!"

Raising the long knife in his hand, Song Que was about to end Cui Wenjing's life when he heard a piercing scream.

Song Que's scalp was numb, and he had no time to dodge, so he could only subconsciously raise the broadsword.