I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror! Chapter 257
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“Of course!”
The scar-faced man smiled confidently.
The buzz-cut immediately smiled as well, and then he turned his gaze back to the swamp below.
The red fog was spreading.
And it was spreading quite quickly.
Especially after the young man finished off those few mages, the red fog began to spread crazily in this direction.
As the red fog arrived, those who were watching from afar all retreated. They did not dare to get close, afraid that the young man would chase after them.
As for that young man…
He was holding a scythe and standing straight in the middle of the red fog. He had a smile on his face, but no one knew what he was smiling about.
“Are we going down now?”
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The buzz-cut smiled.
“There’s no rush. Let’s wait and see. In any case, today’s result is already decided,” the scar-faced man said.
“Heh.”
The buzz-cut suddenly thought of something and said, “later, you must be very gentle. Don’t be like before, chopping your opponent into pieces. Last time, all kinds of limbs can no longer be found.”
“Don’t worry. This is what Lord Quentin specially told us, to capture him alive. This time, we will definitely leave a mark.”
The scar-faced man said.
These two people were the two people that Quentin had sent.
They were also people from the Hanluo Sect. Under Quentin’s lead, their main purpose in coming to the Black Swamp was to come for Flanders.
The reason why Quentin did not come was that he had found something more interesting in another place, so he only sent the two of them here while he went to deal with other things.
“Eh?”
“Not bad! He actually noticed us.”
At this time, the buzz-cut’s surprised voice suddenly sounded.
When the scar-faced man heard it, he immediately shifted his gaze to the swamp below.
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His gaze fell on the young man below.
As expected!
The young man already raised his head and looked straight in their direction.
“How did he find out?”
The buzz-cut was quite surprised.
After all, they were 10,000 meters in the sky, and the clouds had already blocked them.
And they had all learned magic about the eyes, so they could see the scene below through the clouds.
But this scarecrow.
He could not have learned such magic.
As for sensing?
Do not joke around.
This was 10,000 meters in the air. If the other party had such a strong sensing ability, then they would not even need to fight with the other party and just surrender.
It was because of this that they were quite surprised.
They did not know how this scarecrow had discovered them.
“It should be just a coincidence.”
After the scar-faced man saw the scarecrow’s line of sight, his heart was first shocked, then he quickly reacted, and the shock in his heart slowly faded.
“You also know that even if he’s just an ordinary person, when others look at him, they will often feel something in their hearts and subconsciously look back.”
“Not to mention that this kind of rather powerful strange creature.”
The scarred man thought about it and said.
That’s right!
The buzz-cut felt that it made sense.
When he once again looked at the young man below.
He realized that there was a smile on the other party’s face as if he was mocking them.
The buzz-cut and the scar-faced man saw this smile.
They did not know why, but they suddenly felt unhappy.
“Let’s go.”
“Since he has already discovered us, there’s no need for us to stay here anymore.”
The buzz-cut’s voice sounded.
Then, his body did not move at all, but as if he had lost his support, he directly fell to the ground.
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The scar-faced man saw this and instantly followed.
Swish!!
A few seconds later, several tens of meters in the sky, two figures stopped there.
“Hehe.”
“Two cowardly turtles, they’ve finally come down.”
Just as their figures stopped, Flanders’s mocking voice was heard by the two of them.
Cowardly Turtles?
The buzz-cut and the knife-scarred man instantly frowned when they heard that.
Then, the two of them sneered.
“A small scarecrow, but he talks so big, he really doesn’t know he’s about to die!”
The scar-faced man’s voice was very cold.
“Heh…”
The buzz-cut smiled. “Since he dares to say such words, it means that he hasn’t learned his lesson… However, I’m too lazy to pursue this matter. Scarecrow, I just want to ask you a question.”
“Someone wants to see you. Do you want to obediently follow us directly, or do you want the two of us to teach you a lesson and then capture you?”
The buzz-cut spoke.
His tone was filled with disdain.
When Flanders heard this, he was even more surprised. “Hmm… wait, this kind of behavior in the mouths of humans, this should be the so-called lackeys, right?”
Swoosh!
As soon as these words were said, Flanders saw the expressions of the two people opposite him instantly turn ugly.
“Yo.”
“This expression… I said it correctly?”
Flanders was even more surprised.
Whoosh!!
Just as he finished speaking.
The scar-faced man in front of him could not hold it in any longer and slashed across the air. A huge blade light that was dozens of meters long directly pierced through Flanders’s body.
“Calm down!”
The moment the scar-faced man brandished his knife, the buzz cut next to him anxiously reminded him.
What Lord Quentin wanted was a living person.
If this attack were to kill the opponent, then it would be over. At that time, they would not know how to explain to Lord Quentin.
The scarred man was the same.
He regretted it the first second he swung his blade.
He should not be so anxious!
If the opponent really could not withstand this attack, then Lord Quentin’s fury could not be withstood!
Swoosh!!
The blade light carried a blazing flame as it directly cut through the sky.
Even the red fog that filled the sky was split apart by this blade light that carried flames.
A gap appeared in the red fog, but it quickly reconnected.
“Oh no!”
“This scarecrow, it can’t really be that he couldn’t withstand it, right?”
The buss-cut and the scar-faced man were both shocked, then they hurriedly shifted their gazes over.
Soon.
They let out a sigh of relief.
Opposite them, the young man was still standing there with a smile on his face, as if he had not received any harm.
He had not received any harm…
After the buzz-cut and the scar-faced man let out a sigh of relief, they frowned again in the next second.
Because the scar-faced man’s attack just now was very powerful!
Especially the scar-faced man.
He knew best how much strength he had used in that slash.
At that time, he had attacked out of anger, so he had used almost 90% of his strength. Although he was glad that he had not killed the Scarecrow, the fact that there was not a single wound on his opponent’s body made him extremely shocked.
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He could not help but turn his head to look at the buzz-cut.
And at this moment, the buzz-cut also looked at him.
They saw the incredulity in the other party’s eyes, and then, their hearts became a little more solemn.
“Not bad.”
At this moment, the voice of the young man across from them suddenly sounded.
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