boom!
With the right arm holding the ghost knife, Qi Gen fell to the ground,
The corpse puppet with the headless corpse also fell straight back on the ground.
Fangzheng's eyes lit up.
Is this the solution to the century-old ghost
He was about to relax the fierce and intimidating aura that was getting fiercer and fiercer, but immediately, he felt something was wrong again.
No soul energy income!
The ghost in front of me has not been completely resolved.
Human skin scriptures are the best identification tools.
Fangzheng looked at the headless corpse with missing arms and legs on the ground, and at the Ghost Head Knife that fell aside, with a smile that any man could understand.
"Oh, it's over so soon?"
"What a weak chicken."
"Let me tell you, if I hadn't been adhering to the traditional Chinese virtues of respecting the old and loving the young, I would have been suppressing my own strength. I could beat a hundred of such century-old ghosts with one...well, I could beat ten with one. Do you believe it? Do not believe?"
Seeing Fangzheng standing next to the headless corpse with his self-satisfied and self-satisfied smiling face, no matter how they looked at it, everyone thought it was cheap. This guy's tail was going up to the sky, which made people feel the urge to hit someone.
But thinking about it, I couldn't beat it again, so I could only sigh.
"You don't believe that I have killed this century-old ghost?"
"Do you all think I'm bragging?"
"It's heartbreaking, what about the trust between people that we agreed to? Our friendship boat will turn over just like that."
"Come on, to prove that I'm not bragging, I'll prove it to you. I put the ghost-headed knife on the ground back into the left hand of the headless corpse on the ground. The hundred-year-old ghost must be dead, and only the dead don't respond. "
Fangzheng bent down, about to pick up the ghost knife on the ground.
Judging by the serious expression on his face, it really doesn't look like he's joking.
"Don't die!"
"No! Zuo! No! Die!"
The thug in suit Guo Dasen, the witch and others turned pale with fright, and stopped them together.
But it's too late.
Fangzheng had already touched the hilt of the ghost knife on the ground with his palm.
"Look, I'll just say it's okay."
"Now I will pass the knife to the corpse on the ground, look after it, I will pass the knife to..."
Fangzheng's eyes were smiling, as if he was completely unguarded, but he was only halfway through his words, so what!
Fang Zheng erupted suddenly without warning.
Sun fire! The left hand formed a fist seal, the crouching diamond seal, surging masculine blood energy, combined with the most yang and pure sun god fire, superimposed with double yang energy, and punched fiercely in the armpit of the headless corpse's left arm. ghost head.
Huge force pierced the ground, boom, there was a loud noise on the spot, and the ground trembled.
This punch contained Fang Zheng's ultimate strength, and the movement was not small.
In an instant, the raging golden sun fire ignited the entire ghost head.
Roar!
A phantom of a headless fierce ghost wearing a prison uniform and handcuffed with thick iron chains, burning with raging fire all over his body, roaring and trying to break free from the ghost's head, but the burning hot, blazing fire on the ghost's head is like a bondage , clinging to the phantom of the fierce ghost.
This surprise came too fast.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time! Let me die this time!"
"Huodura Sword Technique"!
Throwing away the Ghost Head Saber in his hand, the saber in his right hand, which had already been ready to go, burst into the air in an instant, as swift as a storm, and fell down on his head and face.
He wasn't stupid enough to use the ghost knife at this time.
Knife ten!
Knife twenty!
Thirty knives!
The cicada film on the surface of the palm knife is crimson like the color of burnt wrought iron in the faint golden light. The air is getting hotter and hotter. It is designed to overcome evil things, and its lethality is even more ferocious.
Ninety-nine eighty-one dollars!
This is the only time Fangzheng has completed the entire sword art in a combo so far, poof!
The fierce ghost phantom exploded in the air, but saw that the phantom produced black air like tentacles, and wanted to stick together again, but at this moment, Fang Zheng said: "Xiao Hei!"
The cat shadow on the wall reappeared, inflated and enlarged, constantly devouring ghost energy.
And Fangzheng formed a fist seal with both hands, and the crouching diamond seal helped to cull the ghost energy together.
until...
Special soul energy +1.
The rest of the people have long been stunned by the rapid changes of the successive reversals, and their eyes are dull.
looked at each other.
Suspicions and doubts... Did we just be tricked as mentally handicapped children
"Fangzheng, are you okay, your hand?!"
It was Guo Dasen and the others who were always worried and caring about Fangzheng. They saw that Fangzheng's right hand was bleeding profusely, the flesh and blood were torn apart, and a large gash was torn open, with bones visible.
Even Fang Zheng knew better than others that part of his right hand was injured, and some bones were cracked.
That's because he used too much force just now and hurt his bone.
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. Look, the bleeding has stopped." At this moment, Fangzheng really relaxed. The indifference in his eyes during the battle gradually disappeared, and he greeted everyone with a smile, thanking everyone for their concern.
He used zhenqi to seal the blood vessels near the wound.
"This time, is it really dead?"
Everyone still has some lingering fears, after all, this is a hundred-year-old ghost that makes people unable to resist.
Fangzheng nodded.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all looked at Fangzheng who was talking and laughing with them with complicated expressions. He didn't feel the tension of having just experienced a life-and-death battle at all.
Brutal!
monster!
There must be a tyrannosaurus living in this guy's body! Yes, that's right, this is a humanoid Tyrannosaurus, otherwise how could it be so cruel!
"How did you find out that the weak point is the head?" The witch was like a curious baby.
Fangzheng said casually, "I'm just taking a gamble."
"I saw that he became even scarier after cutting his head, so I just guessed randomly, and I didn't know that he really won the lottery."
The words were spoken lightly, but everyone understood how dangerous it was.
"Chen...Brother Chen, are you a disciple of Sakyamuni?" At this moment, the blind monk had an expression of excitement and fanatical admiration of surprise.
"Your fighting style is very similar to a disciple of Sakyamuni. Brother Chen is already so powerful and powerful at the same age as me. Brother Chen must be from the Buddhist Tantric School, right!"
"It seems that I will change my address in the future, and I will call Brother Chen Senior Brother."
What a god brother.
"No." With a dark face, Fangzheng turned around and picked up the ghost knife that had been left on the ground.
It was cold in the hand, as cold and hard as holding ice nine feet below.
so cold.
This is the result of being nourished by Yin Qi all the year round.
For example, it is the same reason that ordinary blades can generate magnetism after they are rubbed against a magnet.
At this time, Fangzheng was already smiling happily.
Great harvest!
Get rich!
No wonder everyone likes to be a boss, and it can explode special soul energy and high-level equipment.
Looking at Fang Zheng with a face like a miser, everyone wanted to help their foreheads and were speechless.
Is this still a ruthless character who has just fought hard for a hundred years and has a fierce fighting style
Why is the painting style reversed so much
The suit thug Guo Dasen had to interrupt Fangzheng: "The battle here is too noisy, I think we'd better get out of here as soon as possible."
(end of this chapter)