Here Lies The Wicked

She stopped her body and felt the tingling on her fist.

Feel this familiar smell...

This level of resentment...

Such a negative gas concentration...

This is a big prize! It's a hundred-year-old fiend!

Or at least this whole ghost knife is over a hundred years old! Otherwise, it can't be so vicious!

The body collided with the body, but instead he fell into the wind.

Fortunately, the Golden Bell Shield replaced him with a shield against partial damage!

It is clear that there is a great deal of trouble this time.

And that's when he also saw the collapsed house, and the knife shadow coming out of the collapsed house, surrounded by grievances, disturbed by special magnetic fields, and the surrounding field of vision dimmed.

“Knight! Insert your eyes!”

The path is bright as daylight.

“What's going on?” At this point, Austin, the knight, wanted to rush over and help the square.

“Stay away from me! ”

“Run, run! Everybody run! Hundred years of ghost scams this time! ”

Fang Zheng was in a hurry and waved to make everyone run away.

What!

Hundred Years Raptor!

Rumor has it that everyone is cold and creepy at this moment.

Whether it's the East or the West, they know exactly what that means, and no one here can resist the century-old killer.

That is no longer resilient at this level.

That is insurmountable boundaries of repression.

There are only higher levels that can counteract it...

All the practitioners in the team, at this moment, have all changed their faces, and this will probably be the most dangerous encounter they've ever encountered in their lives.

Whether to escape or not is unknown.

This is a hundred-year-old ghost!

Ordinary ghosts are the kingdom of Heavenly Dog, and above Heavenly Dog, the kingdom of Hundred Years of Ghosts!

I'm afraid I'm going to die this time...

And the tremendous noise over here also sparked riots and panic among tourists in the convoy.

But at this point, the bias is different.

Seeing the old southeast Asian man with the knife, his fleshy dead face suddenly smiled strangely, and then the ghost knife rubbed against his neck, instantly, his head rolled off, clamped under his armpit by his left arm.

It became a corpse without a head, and there was no blood spill from the cut.

And that broken pair of eyes, with a grudge of immortality, stared at everyone in front of them, with a weird, dark smile on his face that cut off his head.

I don't know why, the corpse behind my head was broken, the horror smell on my body was stronger, the surrounding yin qi was colder, I don't know what had changed somehow, and I saw the square eyelids jump straight.

It just feels like this demon is getting worse in front of you.

The old southeast Asian man has become a ghost knife puppet, a dead puppet.

Raise your head and whistle in the direction of the crowd!

A circle of visible sound waves shook out the air, clicking, clicking… the nearby masonry walls cracked and the glass windows shattered in full in the distance.

Tourists in the car had a cracked head, rolled upside down in the car and screamed painfully.

“Why are you still standing there! Get somebody out of here! Hurry up!”

“I'm here to stall this century-old fiend and buy you time to escape! ”

Fang was in a hurry to stop the ghost's tsunami.

Boom!

Stepping forward, he left a few centimetres deep in the footprint, and a man had already rushed to death.

Voldemort Vajra!

Square knotted out the fist stamp, the ghost head resentment under the armpit of the corpse with no head, the shady eyes turned and looked at the square.

Boo!

The wind whistled, caught in the heavy compression of the airflow, the cold flashed, and the air was cut open quickly with horrific oppression.

Immortal imprint! Pneumothorax!

Fang was just about happy, but the headless corpse reacted rapidly, and the sword swept across, chopping into lateral cuts.

The expression on Square's face was harsh.

Since he couldn't escape this time, he was desperate to escape, and the door was wide open behind him, and his temper was exhausted, he died faster.

Fight for your life, maybe you'll live.

Take a breath in your body and change it instantly.

Golden clock cover!

Hardening!

The breath in the body is a vibration, the breath changes, the cicada membrane has instantly swelled and hardened into a Rugu Temple floodbell, covering the entire body, directly opening the strongest defensive state of the gold bell cover.

If the knight man hadn't lied to him, even if these ghosts were able to come out during the day because of the special nature of the blessings, they were weakened, not in full bloom.

The party intends to harden this knife.

He still doesn't believe, according to his strength today, the ghost strength in front of him is not as good as in the peak period, he will not even be able to catch a move, as he did a month ago in Gujing Village.

As long as he can catch a move, close to him, he may find an opportunity...

When!

A golden iron resonated loudly, and Mars splattered, sending out the thunderous sound of cutting...

But it just lasted less than three seconds, and the golden clock cover broke.

When!

Another golden iron clatter, the ghost knife cut open the fierce Mars in the square chest, is that Fang is cultivating the myelofascial secrets for such a long time, already strong non-human flesh saved his life.

Fang Zheng bit his teeth and felt the hegemonic infinite impact force on this knife. His legs were like the roots of a large tree tray. Jiuyang Zhenqi adsorbed firmly underground. This time, he did not fly out.

Fully carry this knife.

A belief ignites the right spiritual will, just let him take the next move! No more, just one move! With the next move, he can fight back!

Boom!

Because the force on the knife was too great, the two legs trampled the ground, the hard cement pavement collapsed towards the surrounding area, and the foot deep into the ground.

Pfft!

Blood bursts.

The knife was removed and the square chest flesh was cut across a dozen centimetres of wound with direct blood flow. But Fang was not surprised, he finally carried the Hundred Years of Raptors.

And more than a month ago, he couldn't even think about it.

Square chest bloodshed, very scary, but after he knew he had the power to fight back, his mental state was more intense, bright as fire, his body burned, Vietnam more fierce.

You cut me!

I'll let you eat my knife!

Riding a headless corpse, he ran out of moments, Fang Zheng Zheng against the palm knife, the momentum is like a tiger out of the cage, the Fire Blade Law!!

One knife!

To the hegemonic Jiuyang Qi of just to Yang, with the knife knife technique, instantly there is a dagger shadow cut out, with the sound of a broken sky.

Whistling, that's the palm knife rubbing the air at high speed, flying sandstone in place, the air raging wildly, while rolling hot, hot.

Boom! Boom!

At the neck of the corpse without a head, the red light rose and the flesh evaporated, producing a large quantity of highly toxic light gas.

At the same time, the imprint of immortality!

How dare you!

Fang noticed that the headless body was moving, and the palm knife turned, he wanted to take the plane to interrupt the other party's move!

However, it was a step too late!

Though he learned about the other party's reaction, he was unable to keep up with his own speed, which prevented him from interrupting a knife cut in time.

Even after a hundred years of weakness, the speeds are still slightly faster than his.

This is boundaries suppression.