Here Lies The Wicked

Boom, boom, boom!

Fang was constantly fighting with the cold-blooded girl, the ground in the yard was cracked and the earth rocks were flying.

The Sanskrit Scripture of Marrow Cleansing can increase the power of the Nine-headed Elephant when practicing to the ninth level.

Although Fang Zheng has never figured out, the power of the Nine-headed Elephant, how many KG forces.

If converted into an ordinary adult elephant, an ordinary adult elephant can lift a car weighing 1.5 tons.

If the power of one elephant is simply converted into 1.5T, the power of nine elephants is equivalent to 13.5T of physical strength?

And if any ordinary person sees a battle in front of him, he must have seen it on the spot.

This has long been beyond the limits of the normal human body.

Normal people, even if they work out for ten lifetimes, will die at the limit of 1,000 KG a punch.

Each fist strikes a cold girl, the other side's slim arm that looks like a flower fist embroidered leg, but it seems to have the power of terror. Each fist collides, you can feel the huge power coming from the other fist, almost equivalent to his battle against the banner drum.

But!

Still too weak.

In front of this woman, there is no such strong sense of oppression as Sha Tiger brought to him.

This is because the party is entering too quickly.

Anyone like him can practice a secret book of martial arts in a few hours and reach its peak in a few days.

It is true that the cold-blooded girl has been depleted of ghost painting, and there is no new ghost painting, without further delay.

Immortal imprint!

Pneumothorax!

The cold girl suddenly shocked herself in the necessary blow, suddenly lost her name, the speed of the two was not much different, she clearly caught Fang Zheng's attack trajectory, but the next moment, she actually lost her punch, but when she wanted to react again, it was too late, boom!

A fist print, like a bullet, rubs the air at great speed and strikes hard into the belly of a glamorous girl.

A fierce force like the beast exploded in the belly of a cold girl, almost punched through the abdominal flesh.

Boom!

The cold-blooded girl was slammed out.

But the cold-blooded girl has not yet landed. The next moment, the sword has been taken and killed.

“Get on your knees! ”

The speed of the blade is like lightning, the side is chopping the back of the blade into a cold girl, not wanting to kill each other.

He also wants to leave each other with their lives to ask for information.

Couldn't help it, some lukewarm girl panicked and lifted her arm to stop it, bang!

The cold girl, who was still in reverse flight, was suddenly struck to the ground with a fierce knife by Fang Zheng.

Cold girl at the moment, very naughty.

Man fell to the ground, grey face, she was all arrogant, and at this moment was struck down like mud.

Phoenix is no better than a wild chicken.

The cold-blooded girl also wanted to resist violently. She could see that her arms could not be lifted. Then she was ashamed to discover that she had two more big footprints on her white jade arm, and that her thigh was being trampled to death by square feet. She was riding under her like a bitch.

It makes her nauseous, disgusting.

Disgust looking at Fang Zheng.

Cold girl's heart was unhappy and wanted to resist, at this time, a big hand like a tight hoop, dead to pinch Cold girl's snow white neck, strong suffocation, makes her face blue. Meanwhile, the ghost knife's cold blade held tight against her skin's greasy neck, and the cold killer on the ghost knife was clearly felt by the bursting snow skin.

“One more time, I don't mind leaving a big bowl of scars around your neck.” Fang Zheng had no pity for Xiangxia Yu, his palms still stuck to the snow and white neck of the woman on the ground, his face indifferently threatened.

The old god stick could have been killed.

Not long ago, they even put a curse on him. On his back, he is now lying on the ground with an invisible ghost bride.

It all stems from the girl in front of this painting Gao family, a snake scorpion woman.

“Didn't you like to teach people in an old-fashioned manner? ”

“Ming a little girl with no drums in her chest, learning what's wrong, learning secondary illness, studying hard, running around, shouting and killing, all I want to do all day is kill you, kill him. ”

“From now on, I'll ask you a question, you answer a question. ”

“What is the curse on me, and how can I break it? ”

He interrogated in a high and low gaze.

Again, the phoenix in distress is not as good as the wild chicken.

“Got a temper? ”

“Tough mouth? ”

“You won't talk? ”

I don't know, at this point, the cold girl on the ground, she suddenly rubbed herself against the knife.

Pfft!

People just died...

There's still something wrong with Fang Zheng, chastity girl? You'd rather die than die?

But at this point, bang, the cold girl on the ground blows up like a cloth, normal soul +1.

Fang Zheng's expression shocked him. He's a painter again!

But this time, he can't even see the breakage, indicating that this painting is much more advanced than any other painting.

It's like when he faced Sha Hu, he couldn't see that it was just a human skin after Sha Hu's death.

In front of you, it's like seeing a backshadow goddess on the street. When you spend a lot of time, you're ready for a lot of foreplay, and you're about to get close to the goddess, but you look back... the backshadow goddess becomes the backshadow killer.

Or is it a 70-year-old birthday version like a flower?

Just asking if you're excited or not?

Surprise?

Surprise?

Fang Zheng stood up and still held the ghost knife in his hand. He looked around and found that the junction around Li Lao San's family had disappeared. Opposite him, he stands famously sophisticated, unlike some talented girls in real life… seventeen or eighteen years old.

Heran, that's the cold-blooded girl who was riding under him a while ago and killed herself with her neck!

Whether it's height, five officials... or body, it's a mold.

But this cold-blooded girl seems to be the one.

Because between the eyebrows, the color of the gods is even cooler, it is completely invisible of the joy and sorrow cold, like a 10,000 years of brown ice.

If Ben is still alive, what happened to the painting before that?

Shouldn't it be using human skin to make paintings?

Faced with this cold-blooded girl, the first sentence is a hole in the brain: "Can't a painter surgically boob? ”

In fact, the correct intention is to stimulate and provoke each other again.

Perhaps it will bring him another wave of soul.

Just now, he killed a total of seventeen human skins, lit seventeen runes, and became wealthy overnight. He'll make it in a few minutes. He's been in college for five or six days.

Overnight deposits surged.

“Twice.” The cold-blooded girl looked right in front of her and had no expression on her face and said an unknown number.

The voices are clearly spewed and audible.

“My half-brother, who I peeled into a painting, was killed by you in Lake Dragon Half a month ago. ”

“I spent ten days refining my skull, and half a month later today, you killed me again. ”

Skinned your own blood, brother?

You mean Sha Hu?

The Tall Genius?

Fang poured the cool air, but when he heard the next sentence, Fang interrupted hastily: “Wait, your painting was obviously suicidal by wiping your neck. ”

“I'm not a backpacker, this pot I would never carry. ”