The Witch Who Fell from the Sky: The heroine is going crazy and killing again!

Bai Sinan gritted his teeth and swung the sword in his hand. Two flashes of beauty bloomed at the same time, splashing out dazzling sparks.

Her knuckles were already bloody and her arms were numb from the shock, but she still held the hilt of the sword tightly.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Every clash was like thunder. The clay sculpture's sword was getting faster and faster, and the stream of light transformed by the black sword almost merged into one, forcing Bai Sinan to retreat step by step. Her sleeves were cut by the sword energy, and dozens of fine bloodstains appeared on her arms.

“Hehehe…” The clay sculpture’s laughter drifted in the sword light. “Is this the goddess from the past? She’s so weak.”

goddess?

Why this name again?

But at this moment Bai Sinan had no time to think about it, because the clay black sword was already stabbing at her like a poisonous snake!

She barely dodged to the side, but the sword still left a bloody mark on her neck. Warm liquid flowed down her collarbone, staining her clothes red.

"What do you know?" Bai Sinan asked, panting, but he did not dare to relax the sword in his hand.

The clay sculpture's attack suddenly paused for a moment, and a strange smile appeared on the face that looked exactly like her: "Beg me, kneel down and beg me, and I will tell you, how about it? Hehehe..."

"I beg you, motherfucker!"

Bai Sinan gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, and as the spiritual power in his palm surged, countless sharp petals shot out like a rainstorm.

"Interesting." The clay sculpture floated and dodged the flying flowers calmly. The tip of the scarlet tongue slowly licked the corner of his lips. "In that case, I'll show you what a real flower burial is!"

In an instant, the world became suddenly silent.

The clay sculpture raised its hand and waved it, and the spiritual energy in the sky spread out like smoke, transforming into countless light pink petals that floated down lightly. Those petals were as thin as cicada wings, with a cold light on the edges, circling silently in the wind, like flying catkins in spring, gentle and harmless.

But at the moment when the first petal touched the ground, the earth was silently cut open like tofu, and cracks spread. Then, more and more petals fell, and wherever they passed, even the space was silently crushed.

Bai Si Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she retreated quickly, but the petals followed her like a shadow, light but deadly. She waved her sleeves to block, and the spiritual power barrier was penetrated by several petals as soon as it was raised, and several bloody marks appeared on her body in an instant.

The severe pain made her eyes go black, and she stumbled forward. The burning pain in her back reminded her of the severity of her injury, and the warm blood soon soaked her entire back.

"So weak..." The clay sculpture's voice was filled with disappointment. "You can't even handle 70% of my strength right now?"

Bai Sinan knelt on one knee, using her sword to support her body to prevent herself from falling. Her vision had begun to blur, but the will to fight in her heart became more and more intense.

"Shut up!" She gritted her teeth and slowly stood up. "You're just a fake. Are you qualified to judge me?"

"Fake? Hahahaha...then who are you? A poor wretch who doesn't even know who you are!"

This sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing Bai Sinan's heart fiercely. Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, it seemed that something was surging violently.

"Hehehe... daydreaming is not a good behavior~"

The black sword was wrapped in strange black flames, and the air became distorted wherever it passed. Bai Sinan barely raised his sword to meet the attack, but was blown away by the huge impact force the moment it made contact!

"boom!"

Her body hit the stone wall in the distance, and blood spurted out. The sword flew out of her hand and stuck in the ground not far away.

The clay sculpture slowly approached, dragging the black sword on the ground, leaving a charred mark.

"It's over." She looked down at Bai Sinan and raised the black sword. "It's a pity that this is just a simulation of an ancient battlefield. There's no way to really kill you here. But this time, death will be a gift to you."