Please draw your way of death

Omeland is indeed a difficult guy.

Ning Mian finally joined forces with Yang Yin to deal with Omi Lande. The two sides fought all the way from the narrow study to the hall on the top floor, and they couldn't even get close to each other.

Those black mist-like bats seemed to be inexhaustible. Ever since Ning Mian finally saw Omeland summon these things, he had never seen the moment when the other party was exhausted.

Taking advantage of the gap between Yang Yin's attack, Ning Mian finally took two steps back, staring at Omeland who kept avoiding him.

Same as the previous few times, Omeland still prioritized avoidance over attack. The opponent was like a slippery loach, not only couldn't catch it, but those black mist-like bats also blocked all the attacks of the two of them a few meters away. It was so frustrating that people couldn't do anything about him.

At the bottom of the pocket was the silver nail that was brought back from Meng Qishu last time. Ning Mian finally took it out of the pocket and held it in the palm of her hand. Seizing the timing, she strode forward and swung towards Omelande.

Because he was busy avoiding Yang Yin's attack, Omeland did not pay much attention to Ning Mianzhong's movements, so when the black mist followed Yang Yin's back and left, the silver nails shining with cold light had suddenly approached him .

It was obviously too late to use the black mist defense again, he mustered his last bit of strength and leaned back, the tip of the silver nail cut through the fabric of the front skirt, leaving a bloodshot mark on his skin.

Scalp tingling, Omi Lande supported the ground with one hand and took two steps back, raised his eyes to look at Ning Mianzhong with belated vigilance in his eyes.

One person against two people, even if this dungeon is his home field, it will inevitably make Omeland a little overwhelmed.

not to mention……

Omeland's fingers on the ground curled up slightly, and his frown made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The time left for people to react is always short. Before Omelande had time to catch his breath, he saw the two opposite people rushing towards him after taking a breath.

He gritted his teeth and waved out a black mist, blocking Yang Yin's attack on the right.

With a strong arm, Omi Lande got up from the ground and dodged aside very quickly, barely avoiding the silver nail that Ning Mian finally attacked again.

All reactions were within milliseconds. Before Ning Mian could take back the silver nail that Ning Mian had pierced straight through, Omeland bent down and raised his leg, kicking the silver nail in his hand.

The silver nail drew an arc in the air, and before it touched the ground, it was completely covered by the sudden black mist. When the black mist dissipated, there was no trace of the silver nail in place.

At the same time, Yang Yin just broke free from the blockage of the black mist, and he threw a function card over, and Omeland, who couldn't dodge it in time, had to suffer the blast.

The sound of the explosion resounded in this space, and the smoke and dust cleared away, and the one who appeared in the center of the smoke was Omeland in a state of complete embarrassment.

However, a light shield flashed across Ning Mian's body at the end of the day, and he was safe and sound. Obviously, he had been prepared and activated the defense card first, so as to avoid a wave of explosions.

"Is your silver nail still there?" Ning Mian finally switched the function card in her hand, but she was talking to Yang Yin not far away.

The silver nail was robbed by Omeland just now, and none of the props in his hand can cause harm to the opponent. The most urgent thing now is to control the opponent first.

"It's still there, I'll give it to you if you want it?"

"No need," the function card in Ning Mian's hand flickered, and a two-finger-thick hemp rope suddenly appeared in his hand. His gaze fell on Omeland, who was squatting on the ground a few steps away. Step over there, "Look for a chance and kill him."

Although Omelande's current state is indeed extremely weak, Ning Mian's vigilance in his heart has not been reduced by half.

The damage that a blasting card can bring to the dungeon boss won't be too great, what if this guy cheats again?

But the facts proved that Ning Mianzhong's consideration was not unreasonable.

Just when he was five steps away from Omeland, Omeland, who had kept his head down, suddenly moved.

He flipped his palm, and a wind wall composed of black mist instantly rose between the two of them!

The sudden huge airflow fluctuations forced Ning Mian to take several steps backwards before she managed to stabilize her figure.

He raised his eyes, looking eagerly in his eyes, and he really saw Omeland standing up staggeringly across the wind wall.

However, the only difference from Ning Mian's final imagination was that Omeland seemed to be seriously injured.

On the opposite side of the black mist, Omelander lowered his head and took two unsteady steps back until his back was against the window sill behind him. Then he slowly raised his bloodless face as if in shock, and looked at The direction of the two people on the opposite side.

Ning Mian finally got a shock, and quickly realized what the other party wanted to do in her mind.

"He wants to run away!" Yang Yin blurted out from the side, with a tone of irritability on the verge of cursing.

As if to verify Yang Yin's words, the next second, the black mist-like wind wall suddenly became stronger, and the raging torrent swept away the items in this space.

The two of them leaned against the wall to stabilize themselves and adjusted their postures, which saved them from being swept away by the strong wind.

On the other side of the wind wall, Omeland was unaffected, his thumb brushed the bloodshot lips, and his expressionless face was filled with indifference.

"See you next time." Reflecting the frenzy in this space in his eyes, he said calmly.

Turning around, the palm was about to touch the edge of the window sill, and in the nick of time, a vision suddenly appeared!

The blowing wind suddenly swept into the half of the space where Omilander was. Omilander, who was not aware of it for a while, took a short breath, and slammed his palm on the edge of the window sill to fasten it tightly, so he was not caught by the sudden change. to the floor.

He turned his head abruptly, and the figure of Meng Qishu at the door was reflected in his wide-open eyes.

Unlike the large row of wind walls summoned by Omeland, the black mist in front of Meng Qishu is only a small piece of the height of a person and the width of two arms.

And it was this small piece that blocked a small part of the attack of Omeland's part of the wind wall, allowing him to resist the opponent's wind while not being swept away by the strong wind, and then backfired to the opposite secret. Rand.

"Lend me a function card." With the cover of the wind wall, Meng Qishu walked quickly to Ning Mian Shengsheng, and directly snatched the two function cards from his hand before the other party had time to react.

Because the other hand needs to maintain the state of the wind wall, Meng Qishu can only bite the extra cards in his hand into his mouth. He takes out the gun from his back waist, and steps forward while facing Omi. Rand's direction is just a few shots.

After all, the pistol is not a silver weapon. It can hurt Omeland, but it cannot kill him.

After the bullet in his hand was finished, Meng Qishu threw away the pistol without hesitation, and let it be swept away by the strong wind to an invisible place.

In fact, Meng Qishu didn't have any marksmanship skills, so he couldn't hit any vital points, but somehow he accidentally hit Omeland's hand that was propped up by the window.

Omeland felt the pain for a moment, and subconsciously let go of his hand. The next second, he saw that the window that was still wide open was covered with some unknown mucus.

Meng Qishu let go of the function card in his hand, and saw it turn into ashes and dissipate in the wind.

He took the last function card from his mouth and stuck it on the palm of his other hand without the slightest hesitation.

The wind power of the wind wall in the hand suddenly increased, and the raging wind was overwhelming and completely wiped out the wind power of Omeland on the opposite side.

"It's an enhancement card." Meng Qishu breathed a sigh of relief after successfully stopping Omi Lande who was trying to escape, and explained to the two struggling in the strong wind.

Because Meng Qishu's wind wall is only a small piece, it can't cover the two of Ning Mianzhong very well, so the two of them still need to accept the ravages of the wind wall on Omeland's side.

Meng Qishu thought for a while, adjusted his position slightly, and blocked part of the wind for the two of them.

The two of them felt as if they were alive again.

Under the raging wind, it is difficult for them to stabilize their figure, let alone take out the function card to use it!

"These are silver nails, take a few more for future troubles." Meng Qishu took out a few silver nails from his pocket and distributed them to the two of them.

"Aren't you afraid that we will stab you in the back after we get the silver nails?" Yang Yin spread his palms flat, on which were the two silver nails that Meng Qishu handed over, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his expression was serious.

"No." To Yang Yin's surprise, the blood prince shook his head and answered without hesitation. Meng Qishu's gaze turned to Ning Mian's lifelong, with a hint of meaning in his eyes, "My man, Won't betray me."