Here Lies The Wicked

Hands were severed and the right hand knife on the ground of the Corpse King was instantly unstable.

Fire knife!

Whoo!

Knife wind whistling like the shadow of Wan Zheng Mountain, and like the heavenly meteorite covered the ground, when the knife was cut to 9981 knife, bang!

The long knife in the left hand of the Corpse King was finally unable to withstand a single blow. The blade was shattered and countless cold blades exploded at such close range that the left hand tentacles directly blew up into a flesh.

The corpse king swallowed with pain.

The sound of this moment's tsunami, deafening, forming a visible sound wave, like a demonic sound, tore apart all the obstacles surrounding it.

He couldn't accept that he would end up in such a mess.

He was the eighth man on a day trip a hundred years ago!

Today, he was blown to pieces by the hairy boy from the beginning.

It is truly powerless.

Even if he practiced knife in his mother, he still practiced knife for 20 years at most, but he lost to such a hairy boy who he despised at first.

His pride made him unbearable and his pride was trampled upon, like a long, mad whistle.

The Tsunami of the Corpse King was like a demonic ear pouring. It was horrible. He was the center of it, and the sound waves burst into dust everywhere. It is conceivable how terrible the power of the Corpse King really is. If he hadn't been severely traumatized, the old day trip would never have made the eighth man so miserable.

The King of the Dead whistled furiously, and it was even more inevitable that he was just a short distance away.

It was too late for him to retreat. His eyes were full and he could only resist.

Dragon Tiger Double Gold Bell Cover!

Roar! A tiger and a dragon roar, an ancient brake clock, with a sense of recklessness and history of ancient times, when the head covers Fang Zheng.

Heh, heh!

The sound waves visible to the naked eye hit the golden clock cover and shook the sound of a magnificent ancient clock in the ancient moments of the deep mountain.

The right-hand arm of the Corpse King was severed, and his left hand was also blown into blur by a blade. He could only whistle wildly, trying to resist the right victory in pursuit.

Good for healing yourself.

He swears!

He'll never play the knife in front of Fangzheng again!

Because he wants to! Ripped Fang Zheng alive!

However, the Corpse King went on to discover that he was unharmed.

However, the resistance of Fang Zheng is not easy. The demonic sound wave of the Dead King is full of frustration and anger. The noise is too loud.

Even if he had a golden clock shield to counteract the sound wave attack, he would have had a bit of a hard time.

When the sound waves disappeared, he was a little exhausted, and walking was a little floating, and although he withstood the sound waves, he continued to drain a lot of his strength.

But he looked cold.

The eyes are firm and determined.

With a knife in his hand, the mighty killer went down to the place where the King had fallen, but when he was about to die, the King disappeared again.

Not in place.

……

Tired!

And no! And angry!

At this moment, feeling more exhausted than ever, the Dead King sneaked through the ruins of the wall seams and sneaked a glance at the black figure walking back and forth in the fog.

This young man.

Leave him unprecedented.

The right hand of the hand that was severed still feels hot and burning. It's not just a sense of bodily burning, it's a sense of burning straight to the soul, it's a kind of soul injury.

Heavy killings on the head knife, as well as hot air, are burning his soul to prevent the wound from healing.

“Damn, if my lower body hadn't been destroyed, how could it be so lame now...”

“And that insidious goat! If it hadn't attacked me first... how could my strength be compromised so much..."

“If his knife is not so high...”

“If those two replacement long knives could be harder...”

“If… why… why…”

The Dead King looked at the black figure who had not yet gone far in the fog, his heart was unhappy, he naturally knew where the world came from so much if, but he was extremely unhappy.

He was the fiercest lion.

He almost died in the hands of a weaker calf.

“Corpse King! Where are you... didn't you say you were going to kill me...”

“Come on, I'm standing here, come 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, King Cheng Cheng Wang, are you going to learn how to hold on to a thousand years old...”

Boom!

Boom!

A wall was blocked to him, and a piece of earth stone was split with a knife, wandering back and forth in the ruins.

Black people walking around in the fog with a feeling of obscurity, like ghosts wandering around, feeding on fear, searching in the ruins for fear, afraid of humans.

“Actually... I hate playing hide-and-seek...”

Boom!

With only half of the fracture left on the square left palm, the marble columns were long overdue.

As a result, there was nothing behind the pillars.

Looked for an empty spot.

The corpse king remained in hiding, and he tried to suppress his breathing, only to fear that he would be heard.

Wait! Wait!

Just wait till I get back, and I'll rip you apart alive this time!

After hiding behind the broken wall, the Dead King revealed one eye and did not dare to breathe to look back and forth in the fog, occasionally making a big noisy black figure.

Whoops!

All of a sudden, there was a cracking sound over his head and he flew in at great speed.

The corpse king was just about to look happy. He hid and didn't try to kill without a knife, but it turned out... bang!

A dry corpse falling from the sky was directly punched and blown up.

More and more dry bodies were attracted to the fighting on this side, and they were all punched in the face.

Knock, knock! Knock!

Around, there are more spider-headed corpses bent in the opposite direction of the hands and feet, attracted by this side of the motion, surrounded by killing.

Yet!

The Corpse King was unbelievably appalled to see that Fang Zheng was all punched and eliminated easily.

He thinks it's the hardest to deal with the ruins of the dry corpse, he can't fight the next punch, even he is worse than... something is wrong!

“If he was so strong, it would have been daylight travel already... these dry bodies and spiders, the hardest thing to deal with is, they would have gathered together in a big pile soon after killing one or two...”

“He has no fear of these, he should be stronger than me...”

The corpse king looked around the foggy world, revealing the colour of thought in his eyes, and a gradual appearance of suddenness.

Ghost blindfold!!

So distracted for a moment, hiding behind the broken wall, the king of corpses, subconsciously looked in the right direction.

As a result, the black figure in the fog disappeared sometime, and he lost the square!

“Where the hell are you?! ”

The corpse king's heart sinked slightly, his atmosphere dared not breathe, and he tried to find Fang Zhengyi.