Fangzheng has always felt that,
This so-called palace master must be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Can endure what ordinary people cannot bear.
For example, he repeatedly provoked the other party, and he did not hesitate to cuckold the palace master, who had never been masked, but he never showed up.
If you don't show up, how can I fight you.
How can I hold you back
Who can I talk to about my big deal worth 1.2 million yuan
"Mansion Master, your hat is quite big, hehe, it looks like a vast green grassland..."
"Palace Master, do you really not intend to ask for your hat?"
"Hey, Palace Master, are you really a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?"
"I don't know if the Palace Master has noticed that when the Second Palace Master looks at the eldest lady, his eyes are a little different... Well, I just want to ask, is the Palace Master's younger brother really close?"
…
"Sure enough, as smart and wise as the palace master, how could he be easily irritated by a few words? The palace master's intelligence is as high as the sky, his mind can carry a boat, he is a teenage mutant ninja turtle, and he can endure what ordinary people can't. Forget it, I'll go find that Thirty-five brides and sisters have a heart-to-heart talk, and the palace master pays his respects." Fangzheng picked up the saber box and jumped off the high platform.
At this time, there were several pale-faced paper piercers nearby, and they slaughtered Fangzheng at close range.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The knife case in his hand was like a pile driver, and he directly smashed the three papers in front of him to death on the spot.
Ordinary Soul Qi +1, +1, +1.
He was not afraid of one-on-one with these paper piercers two months ago, and now he is not even qualified to use a knife, so he directly smashed them to death one by one with the knife box.
Along the way, there were several pale-faced paper prickers, and they flew towards Fangzheng, and all of them were smashed to death one by one by the knife case in Fangzheng's hand like a pile driver.
step! two steps! Three steps!
Fangzheng was getting closer and closer to the thirty-five brides on the high platform, and at this moment, he gradually put away the playful smile just now, and said in a low voice, "Are you still alive?"
"I'm here to take you home..."
"Your relatives have been waiting for you to go home, and the outside world has never forgotten you..."
"Is there no sound? Hey..."
Fangzheng let out a low sigh, and then saw the coldness in his eyes getting colder and colder. At the same time, there was a sharp and dangerous aura rising rapidly on his body.
Fangzheng was getting closer and closer to where the thirty-five brides were, and when he was about to approach, suddenly!
call!
There was a whistling wind from behind. At this moment, the dangerous aura on his body was climbing higher and higher. Fangzheng, whose eyes were as cold as cold electricity, did not dodge or dodge. He grabbed one end of the knife case with one hand, straightened his arm, and directly blasted the other end of the knife case. Throwing at the sneak attack behind him.
Boom!
The ground under his feet shook violently. It was because he couldn't bear the strength of both sides. It could be seen that the strength was so strong that both sides were shaken away from each other, and Fangzheng's arms numb slightly.
And with this collision, in an instant, sand and rocks flew, and the landscape trees in the villa rushed to drop their leaves. At the same time, large boulders and wall fragments also fell from the air. It was terrifying! The one who attacked Fangzheng unexpectedly was a nearby castle rising from the ground!
The pavilion was floating in the air, and the sneak attack just now was a stone pillar that fell heavily from the sky like an arm.
However, the tiles and fragments of broken walls that collapsed from the pavilion by the shock force of the knife box immediately turned into paper fragments as soon as they left the main building.
"Old Black Mountain Demon?!"
Facing the towering towers, Fangzheng was startled, and the classic version of "A Chinese Ghost Story" from 1987 automatically appeared in his mind. Isn't it the scene of the old black mountain demon in front of him
But looking at the pieces of paper on the ground, Fangzheng was not surprised.
In fact, Fang Zheng already had some vague guesses when he killed the second Palace Master. It wasn't until the guests here became paper-made people that he finally verified his conjecture. Everything here is made of paper, including people, buildings, tables and chairs, etc., and none of them are real.
The gravekeeper made himself into a paper-made man, so there was no reason why he should no longer get himself a paper-made bedroom and maid.
Since ancient times, paper-made people and paper houses have been burned in the tomb together as funeral offerings.
Although Fangzheng was thrown out by the shock, his arm was numb, but he did not receive any real damage. The tower that rose from the ground, with a whistling sound of wind, was lifted up like a stone pillar in the arm, and smashed towards Fangzheng again.
Fangzheng glanced at the thirty-five motionless brides behind him.
"Well done!"
Not only was he not afraid, but even his aura kept rising, it was an indomitable aura.
In the Yanhuang land, there are so many heroes, one enemy is not afraid of a hundred people.
People are not timid, Qiu Bixue, look at the blood of my Chinese man.
The blood of a man is heroic, and his heart is like iron.
Carrying a golden knife, wearing white jade on his body, hungry for the head of a beautiful chief, thirsty for the blood of Rakshasa...
- "General's Order·Men's Line".
"kill!"
Open the knife box! Cold knife out!
Fangzheng let out a long roar, and with the Ghost Head Saber in his hand, his feet pounded like a giant elephant's tread on the ground, and he took the initiative to fight.
At this time, he pushed his strength to the extreme, and the half-human tall ghost head knife flashed with snow-white light, which was the unique cold light of cold metal luster, and he rushed towards the pavilion with murderous aura.
Boom!
With a huge collision, the heavy stone pillar that fell from the wind and waves was split, and it was twisted by the light of the knife, and it collapsed in an instant, and then turned into light shreds of paper all over the sky, falling to the ground.
At this time, three more stone pillars flew towards the ground below the tower floating in the air, with a shocking sound of oppressive wind.
There was no fear in Fang's front face, his eyes were like sharp blades, when he stepped on the ground, earth, rocks and blades of grass were blown up, and all of them were turned into shreds of paper in the next moment.
Fang Zhengfei rushed to the pavilion above his head, slashing at the three thick stone pillars head-on.
boom! Rumble!
When they collided in the air, there was a flash of white lightning. It was the light of the knife in Fang Zheng's hand, which was driven by the extreme force, and it was almost to the extreme. It smashed the three stone pillars in the air.
bang bang bang!
The stone pillar exploded, and once separated from the main body, it turned into pieces of paper scraps, which were all vulnerable to the ghost knife.
Fangzheng is unabated, he is like an air-cooled electricity, boom! A huge crack exploded in the wall, and Fang Zheng flew straight into the pavilion with a knife.
No one could see the situation inside the pavilion clearly, but could only hear the constant explosions inside, the walls cracked one after another, large areas of the roof collapsed, everything was crumbling, and explosions were everywhere.
The pavilion floating in mid-air is becoming more and more dilapidated, disintegrating from the inside.
boom! There are soaring flames, gushing out from every crack in the building, wrapped in a billowing heat wave, and the air is filled with a strong burning smell of paper scraps.
Like a palace of flames.
boom!
The flame palace smashed to the ground from mid-air, without the huge momentum as imagined, only the paper house that collapsed in the flames.
A burst of light and shadow distorted in the flames, and a black hazy figure with a long knife in his hand walked out step by step like a flame killing a god. Fang Zheng was surprisingly unscathed.
But then, he looked up at the sky!
I saw another four or five pavilions flying up in the villa, and dozens of thick stone pillars appeared in an instant, like the scene of the end of the world, they all suppressed Fang Zheng who walked out of the flames with a knife.
(end of this chapter)