Here Lies The Wicked

Fang looked at the paper in front of the man and frowned.

Although it's paper-tied, the joints of the limbs can flex freely.

Differentiation is no different from normal people.

If it weren't for that paste paper, accompanied by a thick blush like blood, weird point of painting of five officials, I'm afraid not looking at the face, just looking at the flexibility of the body, where the light is slightly darker, it would all be considered a person.

These ghosts, one more weird than the other.

It's important to save lives!

Square knot fist mark, Voldemort King Kong seal!

Seeing his body full of blood, he sounded like a tidal wave in his body, his masculinity forced him, and three fires lit like a sacred stove to illuminate the flesh shell. Square knotted fistprints, pinched the incompetent path, and directly bombarded the paper man in the shadow of darkness.

He's bloodthirsty, fearless of any bovine ghost snake god, Boom!

The house trembled violently with great force.

Aah!

The paper sticks on a man's face, revealing a painful color, and his shoulders dry.

Even though he is a paper paste man, he can carry Fang Zheng punch.

Even Fang Zheng himself doesn't know how powerful his punch is now. Normal people can't even catch him.

In pain, Wei Yu was dragging her into the dark shadow world with her arms loose. Wei Yu fell to the ground.

Wei Yu's face was pale and she sounded dull and painful.

But she didn't care about the pain. Who are you? Wei Yuran kept his eyes on her and suddenly appeared in front of the man in her family, trying to see each other's faces.

But right here, all of a sudden, pop!

Pfft, pfft!

All the bulbs in the house burst, seemingly unable to withstand the voltage interference of the special magnetic field in the eyes, and suddenly fell into the darkness of five fingers.

Fang did not care about Wei Yuran on the ground, because he had suddenly pulled the knife back and killed behind him.

Jiuyang is so angry!

A wood-burning knife!

At this moment, the Jiuyang Jinggong Jingqi has been practiced. It runs rapidly in the body through a pulse. The smell of the sun bursts into flames. The moisture in the air evaporates rapidly. The air is distorted and risen steam. The temperature in the bedroom rises to as if it were attached to a fire furnace. It is hot and dry. Pfft, Pfft, some flammable paper actually burned without fire, and was ignited at once.

Boom!

Boom!

Almost one knife, the wood-burning knife belongs to the fast knife, instantly even a flaming knife shadow, small bedroom fire cloud sea rolling, scorching air waves like a tsunami. The fire cloud brightened a little red light, and a man wearing paper like blood blush, sometime quietly appeared behind the square, trying to sneak attack the square.

The first knife, the power to split the paper into people, the second knife, the third knife... one knife is faster than one knife, one knife is more than one knife, the characteristic of the wood-burning knife method is that the more power, the more dominant the power, the more the landslide cracks, the complete version can strike out 81 knives in a row.

Less than a second ago, a dozen knives were instantly cut out. He was clearly a paper-squeezed paper-taker, but he carried a dozen knives, and then clicked, and his body was cut out of a crack like a flame burning black, ah!

The paper-tied man screamed, snorted, white shadow flashed, has disappeared again into the dark, very fast.

The result is a blade. Boom!

The ghost knife hit the ground heavily, but the floor at the foot was intact, only a layer of green and grey junction emerged, which actually isolated the whole house, so that the movement here could not be transmitted outside, and all the fighting was confined to the junction of the two worlds.

Although the head knife has not broken the ground, the heat of the head knife is so hot that the smell of the sun hits the ground in the moment, such as the high-speed tear collision of electric drills, hot flames burst apart, bombardment, most of the items in the room directly turned into fiery flames.

The burning smell on the knife alone ignited flammable materials such as fibrous fabrics.

The breath leaked on the knife gas alone already carries such horrible energy. Jiuyang Zhenqi, combined with the heat generated by the high speed friction air of the wood-burning knife method, makes the first battle of Fang an amazing killing power.

The square eyes were like two cold electricity piercing through the false, and the next moment, he split his knife into a dark corner.

Shh.

The white shadow flashed, and the paper man fled the other shadows of darkness again.

Boom!

Square is like a human-shaped violent road roller, frantically hunting in the bedroom, beds, wardrobes, bedroom doors, all hung under a square knife as powder fragments.

Even if the strength has been deliberately suppressed, Wei has experienced severe dehydration, cracked lips, loss of skin radiance, and mild spasms and breathing difficulties in such a small space at such high temperatures.

If we continue like this, Wei will definitely die of dehydration.

Fang faked an attack and took the opportunity to lift Wei on the ground and rush out of the bedroom in a small space.

But just as Fang hugged Wei Lian, the shadow wind came behind him, a pale, not a little fleshly elastic ghost Sen Sen palm, slapping the right back of his heart.

Boo!

One layer of the body surface rapidly ruptured, one layer, two layers, three layers… in a short while, the fifteen layers of the membrane were broken through.

This ghost is actually a lot more advanced than the two bodies that Fang had just killed.

He was only broken into six membranes.

Gah, gah, gah...

The vagaries of the vagaries and the weird laughter, like the rubbing of a dry rag, are filled with ghosts and spirits.

silent,

In the dark,

Another palm slapped straight back, clock shield!

Wei Yuanzheng's correction has been put in place, his anger is open, he drank heavily, his breath runs, the moment, the membrane on the surface skin, instantly expands and hardens into an archaic temple golden clock.

Like a great sun and earth, golden and glorious.

Ta-da!

The sound of the impact of the gold iron symphony, the light of the gold bell dimmed by half, but it did not break, successfully resisting the ghost claw behind it. Breathe, square breath again, gold clock re-switched to thin golden cicada film, attached to the body surface skin, wood-burning knife method!

Boom!

There's only one burning knife like a flood flow. It's seven or eight meters long. Boom!

The thick TV walls were smashed directly by the knife gas, blowing up the sky's little stones, and there were plenty of plastic and LCD debris.

White shadow flashed and escaped again.

At this moment, in the open space, the party is finally releasing all hands and feet. The body is so thick that it is just to Yang Jiuyang's true qi. It is swooning in the body. It is frantically transported to the meridians of both arms, and a knife is seven or eight meters long. If you do not want to bombard like money, bring extreme heat.

Jiuyang Shenggong, the real qi is the most pure, the inner strength is constant.

For a while, the knife was sweeping and the cabernet was covered.

Boom!

Boom!

Everything in the house was shattered under the hegemonic knife, but every time the knife touched the outer wall, it was blocked by the junction, and the battle was confined to the junction.

Unknown to the outside world.

Boo!

White shadows flashed in the darkness, avoiding a knife close by.

“Gotcha! ”

Square speed suddenly skyrockets, boom!

There seems to be a sound barrier explosion, knock knock knock knock knock knock knock, the house seems to be shaking, even the connecting realm can not bear the huge force on the right leg, as if it became two legs, the real glow with stinging eyes is shining, the body only remains blurred shadow, the speed surge.

He made light work to the max.

Boom!

Seventy-eight meters long burning knife, flying directly into the white shadow moving rapidly in the dark.

Boom!

White Shadow was practically cut out by the hegemonic knife and heavily struck on the outer wall of the junction.

There was a deterrent in his square-eye, and a ghost knife pounded on him.

……

And the siren of a thorn,

The sound of people talking.

And the noise of rubble, glass fragments moving,

All the voices rushed into Wei's head, causing her headaches to crack. Wei Yu recovered a little consciousness from the coma and tried to open his eyes to see what was happening around him. But his eyelids were heavy as if they were filled with lead, so he couldn't open them.

Wei Yuran passed out again.

“You're finally awake. ”

A ray of dazzling sunshine made Wei's eyes tingle a little. When Wei Yu woke up again, his subconscious raised his slender white palms and blocked them from sight.

It was at this moment that a voice of concern came around.

When Wei woke up and sat up blind in her eyes, she found herself lying flat on the couch with a blanket on her body.

The blanket has a stinging fibrous fabric scorch, a blanket that has been burned out of several holes and has become incomplete.

His head was faint and he didn't wake up until a dozen seconds later.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Wei Yu implicitly said that this was not her residence?

It was just her house, which had become a rubble, brick and ceiling fragments everywhere, and there was nowhere to be found, even the marble TV wall could not disappear, and the house had become a rubble buried in brick, as if it had been swept across by hurricane XVIII.

Everything that can be dismantled is dismantled.

Except for a few exterior walls that are intact.

In fact, the outer wall can't go anywhere, like burned by fire, leaving a trace of smoke.

Wei Yu's face changed!

She remembers what happened last night!

Wei Yu soared up, bang, and the sofa fell flashly behind him. Wei Yulan raised her eyebrows. Even the couch under her had only three fifths left. She got up slightly bigger and immediately unbalanced several masonry pieces under the couch. The couch fell flashly.

The scene in front of her, quickly reflected into Wei's curtains, seemed to be… Someone gently put her on the sofa last night, covered her with a burnt blanket, and put some bricks on the sofa to keep her asleep all night?

“What happened here? ”

“By the time we got to your house, we had found your house in ruins, and you were the only one lying on the couch sleeping until now. ”

“Besides, our people, they found two special energy residues in your house. Did you succeed in the bait last night? Why didn't you notify us as agreed in advance? ”

Wei Yuran's expression stifled: "You didn't come to save me last night? ”