bang bang bang!
Fangzheng and the glamorous girl kept fighting, the ground in the courtyard was cracked, and earth and rocks flew.
"Yijin Xisui Fanzhao Sutra", when practiced to the ninth level, it can increase the power of nine wild elephants.
Although Fangzheng has never figured out how much KG the strength of the nine elephants is.
But if it is converted into an ordinary adult elephant, an ordinary adult elephant can lift a car with a weight of 1.5 tons.
If the power of one elephant is simply converted to 1.5T, the power of nine elephants is equivalent to 13.5T of physical strength
And if ordinary people saw the battle in front of them, they would definitely look stupid on the spot.
This has already exceeded the physical limit of ordinary people.
Ordinary people, even if they practice for ten lifetimes, can punch a thousand kilograms to the limit.
Fangzheng fought with the glamorous girl with every punch. The opponent's slender arms, which looked like fists and embroidered legs, seemed to contain terrifying power. Every time they collided with each punch, he could feel the huge force coming from the opponent's fist, and he could almost touch him. The battle is evenly matched.
but!
Still too weak.
The woman in front of him didn't have the strong sense of oppression that Shahu brought him back then.
This is because Fangzheng entered the country too quickly.
Who can be like him, who can master a martial arts secret book in a few hours and reach its peak in a few days.
Seeing that the glamorous girl had indeed consumed all of her ghost painting skins, and there were no more new ghost painting skins, Fang Zheng didn't delay any longer.
Immortal seal!
Air illusion!
The glamorous girl was startled suddenly. The blow she was about to receive suddenly missed inexplicably. The speed difference between the two was not too big. She clearly caught Fang Zheng's attack trajectory, but the next moment, her punch missed, but she didn't want to react. It's too late, boom!
A fist imprint was like a cannonball, rubbing against the air at high speed, and slamming heavily on the cold and beautiful girl's abdomen.
The huge force like a beast exploded violently in the cold and beautiful girl's abdomen, and Fang Zheng's fist almost pierced through the flesh and blood of her abdomen.
boom!
The glamorous girl was slammed and flew out.
But before the glamorous girl landed on the ground, Fang Zheng had already killed her with a knife in the next moment.
"Kneel for me!"
The speed of the saber was like lightning, Fang Zheng slashed at the cold and beautiful girl with the back of the saber, not wanting to kill her at once.
He also wanted to keep the other party's life to ask for information.
Caught off guard, the somewhat embarrassed and glamorous girl hurriedly raised her arms to block, bang!
The glamorous girl who was still flying upside down was suddenly slammed to the ground by Fang Zheng's fierce knife like a falling catty.
The glamorous girl at this time was very embarrassed.
The person fell to the ground, her head was ashamed, all her arrogance was knocked down by Fang at this moment like mud.
A phoenix is worse than a pheasant.
The glamorous girl wanted to resist violently, but found that her arms could not be lifted, and then she found out with shame and indignation that there were two big footprints on her white and flawless jade arms, and Fang Zheng's feet were firmly trampling on her lotus arms, like Fang Zheng was riding under him like a bitch.
This made her, who was misogynistic, sick in her heart.
Looking at Fangzheng with disgust.
The glamorous girl was unwilling to reconcile and wanted to resist. At this time, a big hand like a tight hoop tightly grabbed the glamorous girl's snow-white neck. The strong suffocation made her face turn black. At the same time, the icy blade of the ghost knife pressed tightly against her neck with firm skin, and the tender skin that could be blown away clearly felt the cold murderous intent on the ghost knife.
"Move again, I don't mind leaving a scar the size of a bowl on your neck." Fangzheng didn't show any pity, his palms were still tightly clamping the woman's snow-white neck on the ground, and he threatened indifferently.
The old god stick may have been killed.
Not long ago, the other party even made him bear a curse. On his back, there is still an invisible ghost bride.
All of this stems from the girl from Huapi Gao's family in front of her, she is a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions.
"Don't you like to teach people with an old-fashioned attitude?"
"She's obviously a little girl who hasn't bulged out her breasts. What's wrong with her studies? She has a second-year middle school illness, doesn't study hard, runs around, shouts and kills, and only wants to kill you and him all day long."
"From now on, I ask a question, and you answer a question."
"What is the curse on me, and how can I undo the curse on me?"
Fangzheng interrogated with a condescending attitude.
Once again fulfilled that sentence, a phoenix in distress is not as good as a pheasant.
"Have a temper?"
"Tough mouth?"
"Refused to speak?"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the glamorous girl who was in a panic on the ground suddenly wiped the knife edge herself.
puff!
people just die...
Fangzheng couldn't react for a while, chaste and fierce girl? Would you rather die than surrender
But at this moment, bang, the body of the glamorous girl on the ground exploded like cloth, ordinary soul energy +1.
Fangzheng's expression was startled, he turned out to be another painted skin ghost!
But this time, he couldn't see any flaws in the painted skin ghost, which means that this painted skin ghost is much more advanced than other painted skin ghosts.
Just like when he faced Shahu, he also failed to see that it was just a piece of human skin behind Shahu's death.
The scene in front of you is like seeing a goddess from the back on the street. When you spend a lot of time and do a lot of foreplay and preparation, when you are about to approach the goddess, you suddenly turn your head...the goddess from the back becomes a killer from the back.
It is still the 70th birthday version of Ruhua.
Just ask if you are stimulated or not
Accident or not
Surprise or not
Fangzheng stood up, still vigilantly holding the ghost knife in his hand. He looked around and found that the enchantment around Mr. Li's house had disappeared. On the opposite side of him, there is a well-known and very delicate-looking girl who doesn't look like someone in reality... A seventeen or eighteen-year-old female high school student.
Unexpectedly, it was the glamorous girl from the Gao family who was ridden under him not long ago, wiping her neck and committing suicide!
Whether it's height, facial features... or figure, they are all the same model.
But this glamorous girl seems to be the deity.
Because between the eyebrows, the expression is even colder, completely icy without any emotion, as cold as a piece of ice that has lasted thousands of years.
Since the deity is still alive, what happened to the previous painted skin
Shouldn't the painted skin be made from human skin
Facing this glamorous girl, Fangzheng's first words were out of his mind: "Couldn't the Painted Skin Ghost have breast augmentation surgery?"
In fact, Fang Zheng's original intention was to stimulate and irritate the other party again.
Maybe it will allow him to gain another wave of soul energy.
Just now, he killed seventeen human skins, lit seventeen runes, and became rich overnight. A few minutes can be worth it, and he has been plucking wool in the university city for five or six days.
Deposits skyrocketed overnight.
"Twice." The glamorous girl looked at Fang Zheng in front of her, with a blank expression on her face, and said an inexplicable number.
The voice is clear and pleasant to speak.
"My half-brother, who was skinned and turned into a painted skin by me, was killed by you in Longtou Lake half a month ago."
"The painted skin avatar that I spent ten days refining, was killed by you again today, half a month later."
Skinned his brother of the same blood
Do you mean Shahu
The genius of the Gao family who died young
Fangzheng gasped, but when he heard the next sentence, Fangzheng quickly interrupted: "Wait, what kind of painted skin of yours obviously committed suicide by wiping your own neck."
"I'm not a man who takes the blame, I will never take the blame for this."
(end of this chapter)