The tendon in his hand was cut off, and the long knife in the right hand of the corpse king leaning on the ground suddenly became unstable.
Huodura knife technique!
call! call!
The wind of the knife whistling like ten thousand mountain shadows pressing down, and like ten thousand meteorites covering the sky and covering the sky, when the cut reaches ninety-nine and eighty-one knives, bang!
The long knife in the corpse king's left hand finally couldn't withstand the same blow again and again, the blade was shattered, and countless cold light blades exploded at such a close distance, directly blasting the tentacles of his left hand into a bloody mess.
The corpse king screamed in pain.
The screaming sound at this moment was deafening, forming sound waves visible to the naked eye, like a magic sound, and all the surrounding obstacles were torn apart.
It was hard for him to accept that he would end up in such a mess.
He is the eighth person under the Japanese tour envoy a hundred years ago!
But now, he was blown away by a fledgling boy who was completely helpless.
It is truly powerless.
Even if he practiced swordsmanship in the womb, he has only practiced swordsmanship for twenty years at most, but he lost to such a brat who he looked down upon at the beginning without any power to resist.
His conceit made him unable to bear the embarrassment and the trampled self-esteem at the moment, and he screamed like crazy.
The corpse king's shriek was like a magic sound filling the ears, it was too terrifying, with him as the center, everything the sound waves passed through exploded into dust. It is conceivable how terrifying the corpse king's strength is. If he hadn't been hit hard one after another, the eighth person under the former Japanese tour envoy would never have been so miserable.
The corpse king screamed wildly, and Fang Zheng, who was close at hand, was even more unavoidable.
It was too late for him to retreat, his eyes froze and he could only resist.
Dragon and Tiger double-shaped gold bell cover!
Roar! Moan! A tiger and a dragon roared, and a golden bell in an ancient temple covered Fang Zheng's head with the sense of the vastness of ancient times and the profoundness of history.
Boom! Boom!
The sound waves visible to the naked eye hit the golden bell jar, shaking like the sound of a grand ancient bell in an ancient temple deep in the mountains.
The corpse king's right hand tendon was severed, and his left hand was blown into a bloody mess by the blade. He could only scream wildly, trying to resist Fang Zheng's pursuit of victory.
To fight for his own wound healing.
He swears!
He will never play big swords in front of Fangzhen again!
because! he wants! Tore Fang Zheng alive!
However, the corpse king later discovered that Fang Zheng was unharmed.
However, it was not easy for Fangzheng to resist. The corpse king's magic sound was full of unwillingness and anger, and it was too powerful.
Even though he had a golden bell cover to counteract the sonic attack, it was still a bit difficult.
When the sound wave disappeared, he was a little exhausted, and his walking was a little sloppy. Although he resisted the sound wave, it continued to consume a lot of his energy.
But his face was indifferent.
The gaze is firm and resolute.
With a long knife in his hand, he charged towards the place where the corpse king had fallen with great momentum. However, when Fang Zheng killed him, the corpse king disappeared again.
Not in place.
…
exhausted!
Still unwilling! and wrath!
The corpse king felt exhausted like never before. Through the crack in the ruined wall, he secretly looked at the black figure walking back and forth in the mist not far away.
this young man.
Let him be in an unprecedented embarrassment.
The right hand with the severed tendon can still feel the scorching heat at the wound. That is not a simple burning sensation of the physical body, but a direct burning sensation of the soul, which is a kind of soul injury.
The heavy killing karma on the ghost head knife, as well as the fiery qi, were burning his soul, preventing the wound from healing.
"Damn it, if my lower body hadn't been destroyed, why would I be in such a mess now..."
"And that insidious sneak attack goat! If I hadn't been attacked by it first... how could my strength be compromised so much..."
"If, his sword skills are not so high..."
"If the long knives of the two replacements can be harder..."
"If...why...why..."
The corpse king looked at the black figure that hadn't gone away in the mist, and felt unwilling. He naturally knew where there were so many ifs in the world, but he was extremely unwilling.
Obviously he is the most ferocious lion.
But it almost died at the hands of a weaker calf.
"Corpse King! Where are you...Didn't you say you wanted to kill me..."
"Come on, I'm standing here, come and kill me, kill me, you can get the dragon ball..."
"Didn't you say that today the two of us can only walk out alive...Didn't you say that the one who walked out alive is you...Why, the corpse king became the turtle king, did you plan to hold back until a thousand years old..."
boom! boom!
Rumble!
Blocks of walls came to him, blocks of earth and rocks were smashed with a knife, and Fang was wandering back and forth in the ruins.
The black figure walked back and forth in the mist, with a hazy feeling, like evil spirits wandering, feeding on fear, searching for fearful and frightened humans in the ruins.
"Actually... I hate playing hide-and-seek the most..."
boom!
Fangzheng's left palm shattered a broken marble pillar that was already crumbling.
As a result, there was nothing behind the stone pillar.
I found a space.
The corpse king still hid himself, trying to suppress his breathing, lest Fangzheng would hear his breathing.
wait!
As long as I recover, I will tear you alive this time!
The corpse king hid behind the broken wall, showing one eye, staring back and forth in the mist without daring to breathe, making big movements of black figures from time to time.
call out!
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the sky above the head, and it flew towards it at an extremely fast speed.
Just as the corpse king was about to look happy, the reason why he hid was because he had the idea of killing someone with a knife, but the result... bang!
A mummy that fell from the sky was directly blown away by Fang Zheng's punch.
More and more mummies were attracted by the fighting momentum here, and they were all blown up with one punch.
Click! Click! Click!
Around, there are more spider-man corpses whose hands and feet are bent in opposite directions. They are attracted by the movement here and come to kill them.
However!
The corpse king saw in disbelief that Fangzheng was all punched one by one, and he was easily eliminated.
The mummy in the ruins, which he thought was the most difficult to deal with, couldn't resist a single punch. Even he was not as good as... Something is wrong!
"If he's really that strong, he'd already be in the realm of the Sun Tourist...The most difficult thing to deal with these mummies and spidermen is that after killing one or two, they will immediately gather into a large group..."
"He has absolutely no fear of these things, he should be stronger than me..."
The corpse king looked around at the foggy world around him, his eyes were full of thinking, and there was a sudden realization that gradually emerged.
Ghost blindfolded! !
After a moment of distracted thinking, the corpse king who was hiding behind the broken wall subconsciously looked in Fangzheng's direction.
As a result, the black figure in the mist disappeared at some point, and he lost Fang Zheng!
"where are you?!"
The corpse king's heart sank slightly, not daring to breathe, trying to find Fangzheng's figure.
(end of this chapter)