I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Flanders looked at the two people in front of him.

He was not lying.

These two people were indeed very powerful. Among the opponents he had met in the past, any one of these two people was enough to rank at the forefront.

Especially that buzz-cut.

Although this person had not made a move until now, Flanders felt that this person was not inferior to the scar-faced man at all.

In fact, he was much stronger than the scar-faced man.

Moreover, these two people were obviously different from the crowd of onlookers from before.

A large portion of those people were just here to watch the show, and these two people were obviously here for him.

Flanders had actually known long ago.

There were two very strange auras in the high sky that had been staring at him.

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So it was obvious that these two people had come for him, and they knew that he was a scarecrow from the very beginning. Otherwise, they would not have rushed here, and they had been watching from afar for a long time.

Flanders looked at these two people.

No matter what they were here for, the strength of these two people was absolutely not to be underestimated.

The reason was naturally needless to say.

Look at those people from before.

Look at their reaction after knowing that they were the scarecrows?

Then look at these two people. After knowing that he was the Scarecrow, not only did they not run away, they even deliberately ran over to capture him alive.

Regardless of whether the other party was overconfident or not.

One thing that would not change was that confidence was based on strength!

Flanders thought for a moment.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face.

"You... are from the Hanluo Sect?"

Just as he finished speaking.

He saw the two people opposite him were stunned.

The buzz-cut and the scar-faced man looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Flanders also understood.

He had guessed correctly.

These two people were indeed from the Hanluo Sect.

When they came to the Black Swamp, Hawkes, the captain of the team, said that the people of this sect had sent people to wait for him here in order to capture him.

Combined with their previous guesses, it was easy to guess.

"Since you know, why don't you surrender?"

"Don't you know that our Hanluo Sect specializes in dealing with strange creatures?"

The buzz-cut smiled.

Specialized in dealing with strange creatures?

Flanders had a strange expression. Who gave you the confidence?

Ever since he came to the Black Swamp, he had encountered a lot of strange creatures.

From these weird things, he also learned a lot of secrets.

For example, the A rank blood spirit flower was originally a strange creature in the Black Swamp. Due to its fame, the Hanluo Sect even sent people to collect this blood spirit flower.

The final result was needless to say.

The group of people that the Hanluo Sect had sent over had all died at the hands of the blood spirit flower. Not a single one was left alive.

Later, the news was sent back.

The Hanluo Sect seemed to be very angry. They had sent a group of even more powerful mages over, but in the end, they were all wiped out by the blood spirit flower.

Just like that?

They dared to say that they were specialized in dealing with strange creatures?

Thinking of this, Flanders deliberately glanced at the red fog around him.

And it was this glance that instantly made the expressions of the buzz-cut and the scar-faced man turn bad. Obviously, Flanders's glance made them think of something bad.

The faces of the two people sank.

This little scarecrow actually dared to look down on them?

"Hmph, since our kind words won't work, then don't blame us for using force!"

"Scar!"

"Do it!!"

The buzz-cut's face darkened as he said instantly.

Just as he finished speaking.

The scar-faced man made his move.

His figure flashed behind Flanders in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, a huge knife light directly slashed towards his waist.

The blade light.

Flames were raging!

Puchi!

The blade light pierced through Flanders's body, and the flames followed suit.

Not only that, the scar-faced man appeared behind Flanders, and the huge blade in his hand cut through the air and slashed down!

Dang!!

All sorts of extremely fierce attacks landed on Flanders at almost the same time.

Flanders did not dodge.

He stood still and did not move at all, allowing these attacks to land on his body.

Scarecrow of Fear.

Pfft!!

The buzz-cut's body was split into two, and his entire body was burning.

The damage was transferred.

Flanders transferred all the damage that landed on his body onto this person.

However--

Although the buzz cut had taken so much damage, his body had also turned into a mass of air in the next second and disappeared.

In the next second.

The buzz-cut suddenly walked over from the other side, his body intact.

"As expected."

"No wonder he's so fearless. He can actually transfer all the damage to others."

The buzzcut waved his hand.

The red fog that filled the surroundings instantly dispersed.

Flanders narrowed his eyes.

As expected, these two people were not simple people.

He thought so, but in the next second, the opponent's attack arrived.

First, the scar-faced man'ss attack fell from the sky!

And the buzz-cut only raised his arm, and then gently pushed towards him. Flanders immediately felt a very strong push, wanting to push himself back.

But the force was a little small.

Then, the buzz-cut raised his other hand, and his two hands abruptly closed.

In an instant, Flanders felt two walls of air coming at him from both sides.

Flanders did not make a move.

Instead, he felt it first.

It was indeed quite strong.

A few seconds later, Flanders could not help but sigh.

This kind of air wall magic, if it was an ordinary guy, would definitely be crushed by it.

Even the blood spirit flower could only be appointed to face this air wall.

There was nothing they could do.

It simply did not have the means to deal with this thing.

But Flanders was different.

Even if he stood there quietly, the wall of air would not be able to harm him at all.

Demonic God's Body.

In his senses, the walls of air on the left and right were like cotton.

It was not just him.

Even the buzz-cut's face instantly changed.

He stared at the scarecrow who was disguised as a young man. When he saw that the scarecrow was still standing there without moving, and even looked very relaxed, the buzz-cut was even more shocked.

"This guy... isn't he a scarecrow?"

How could his body be so strong!

He had been in the Black Swamp for quite a few days, and very few strange creatures could withstand his air wall. Even weapons made of strange creature silver stones could only be bent in front of his air wall.

And this scarecrow actually made his wall of air bulge?!

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The buzz-cut's face was filled with disbelief.

Then, he pressed his hand again, and a very sharp air gun fell from the top of his head with the naked eye!

Chi chi!

The sound of air being torn rang out.

It fell straight on top of Flanders's head!!