Here Lies The Wicked

“Don't you have a grudge? ”

“Are you unwilling to die? ”

“There's no one left. ”

“Come on, let me see, what a shady place, what a ghost! ”

The square burst, one knife to the third frame.

Whoo!

The door suddenly poured in a big wind, a gust of wind, the air temperature dropped, boom!

Kerosene lamps were blown over, first the environment was dark, and then the fire started.

Ben is a wooden cabin, and the fire spreads quickly along the overturned kerosene, like a red viper, burning in the right direction, trying to stop the square.

Without looking in the direction, the photo frames hanging on the walls are still slashed.

Knock!

Boom!

The photo frame was smashed with a knife, the glass debris and wood chips burst and danced, the powerful ghost knife compressed the air and rolled up the convection wind, suddenly, a black shadow swept out of the burst photo frame in front of square eyes, square eyes, quick eyes, one knife chased up.

The shadow is too fast!

Square split.

The blood in the square body violently vibrated, people have three lamps, the left and right shoulders and the top of their heads. At this moment, Fang Zhengqi, masculine qi is forcing people. The Voldemort Kong mark on the left hand has thought about it and doesn't want to go back after it.

Boom!

Double fist strike, the banner drum is quite impulsive, the party is experiencing great resistance. At a glance, it is actually Li Fugui who left the night watch.

At this time, Li Fugui, full of gray and green skin, has the skin tone of an irregular person, his eyes have turned white, has turned beyond the limits of ordinary people, can only see white eyes and not a little black eyelids.

It's ghost possession.

Jiuyang is so angry!

A wood-burning knife!

Fang Zheng doesn't care what you are. He rolled up a meter-long ghost knife in his hand and chopped it with one knife.

No mercy.

Li Fuguiben is not alive in front of him, he chopped up without any psychological pressure.

Boo!

Li Fugui punched the knife and burst into deafening noise as the steel ingots cut each other.

The color of green and gray on his skin was the power of the ghost, resisting the sword.

But Li Fugui is also in no way uncomfortable. Jiuyang Zhenqi was just to Yang. It was the natural Kexing of these filthy ghosts. When the second knife of the wood-burning knife was released, Li Fugui's fist strength became weaker.

Boo!

The third knife chopped Li Fugui back a step.

Boo! Boo!

Huge force, penetrating Li Fugui's arm, each knife chopped Li Fugui's body shocked, when the fifth knife was chopped out continuously, Pfft!

Li Fugui's surface layer of hard iron grey and green skin can no longer resist Fang's next knife. A bloody fist was cut off by a ghost knife.

But Li Fugui seemed to be shielded from pain nerves. He didn't know the pain, had no expression on his face, and had no joy and sorrow. Only a pair of tragic white eyes rolled over his eyes and continued to pounce wildly towards the right direction.

The wood-burning knife method belongs to the fast knife of just bullying. Li Fugui came, and it was the right thing to do. In a flash, the blade compresses the air, the air tears up and makes a bang, bang, bang, suspected air explosion, which is fast to the extreme, extremely fast friction air explosion, seems to be about to break through the sound barrier.

The situation is terrible.

Because of the speed of chopping, the ghost knife severely tears the air, frictions with the air at high temperatures, even the surface of the ghost knife is getting redder and redder, the surface temperature is getting hotter and the killing power is becoming more and more hegemonic.

The wood-burning knife method belongs to the fast knife.

There are 9981 knives. This knife is one knife after another, one knife is faster than another. The longer the knife is connected, the more powerful it is, the less the knife is broken.

Pfft!

Li Fugui's body was torn apart and disappeared.

The shadow flashed, and the ghost left Li Fugui's body, passing through the flaming wall of the house, and then flashed into the bedroom next door.

No matter how many, the face is cold, the legs are like a barbaric elephant, the person directly rammed through the high temperature flame wall, on the surface skin attached a layer of cicada like pale golden glass, blocking the ice fire gas, boom!

One knife splits the log compartment, the wood bursts, and people rush into the bedroom, turning their hands on the dark air and chopping it out.

Jiuyang Zhenqi struck a big, red knife, boom!

A miner who had not yet stood steady, was cut to the ground by a knife, and the edge was high. A knife was cut out like a pig slayer knife. The knife was cut into pieces in red, and the smell of the scorching odor was hidden in the air. The knife was too fast and the high temperature energy of the extremely fast friction air was spilled.

Boo!

A man's head rolled down, shooting a distant blood arrow.

At this moment, the fire in the house is getting bigger and bigger, the fire is soaring and the smoke is rolling.

Yet no one in this room, as if sleeping had passed away, woke up in such a great fire.

There was more than one person in this bedroom, and when the head was cut off with a knife, the shadow left the miner's body and flew again to another sleeping miner in the adjacent bed.

“You, too weak! ”

His eyes were cold and he chased up with a knife.

If the lights fall wildly, the possessed person is again chopped to the bed and the blood is spilled on the bed.

So, the ghost was possessed all the way, and Fang was hunting all the way.

He was like a savage beast, slamming straight into the house, a solid wooden house made of thick logs, chopped by him and punched into a hundred holes.

At this time, the fire has spread to the outside walls of the cabin, and a third has been devoured by the fire, the fire bear.

Makes a flaming burst.

The seventh, the eighth, the ninth, the tenth, the eleventh... Fang is brutally crashing all the way, all the way down. When the shadow is going to possess the last man named Ping Si, Fang is seizing the timing. Finally, before the shadow possesses, he intercepts the shadow.

The ghost knife is slanted, chopped into the shadow, the speed knife compresses the air and rolls the convection wind, the shadow seems to have learned the horror of the ghost knife, step back. At this time, Fang Zheng drank violently, the noise was like thunder, the smell of masculinity was like a fire furnace burning, the Voldemort mark on his left hand, bombarded out.

Whether it is a previous knife or this Volatile Magic Print, it has been planned for a long time. As long as the shadow retreats one step backwards, it will not be possible to escape this fist print.

Boom!

When the shadow suddenly took shape and a painful expression appeared on his face, he finally saw the true face of the shadow, as if it were an ancient man from the twentieth century of Europe, white shirt, vest, suit pants, shiny leather shoes, dressed like a European gentleman, and a man with dark hair and yellow skin.

It was Ping Si and Li Fugui who had the false foreigner in their mouths.

At this moment, the masculinity of the body is bloody. With the fistprints, a brain bursts into the ghost object, the ghost struggles with pain and wants to escape.

“Come if you want. Go if you want. Have you asked me? ”

“Leave it to me! ”

Fang Zheng indifferently drank loudly, the wood-burning knife method poured out, Pfft!

The ghost was strangled directly into the razor blade.

A spiritual Qi floated and was immediately devoured by human skin scripture.