Here Lies The Wicked

The white shadow of a dense slaughter, like a white crow, is just dozens of paper-studded men.

“Well done! ”

Fang Zheng drank loudly, his feet slammed under the mountain, his skin flowed golden light, man has swept through the sky like a big day.

A festival of deterrence climbed, completely free of fear of slaughter.

Dawei Dragon Elephant!

A real whirlpool!

Boom!

In a moment, the paper stuck man, suddenly suddenly sucked by a swirl of massive suction, squarely turned into a swirl center, the paper stuck man can not escape, and all is wound to the center of the swirl.

Dawei Dragon Elephant!

Blood cloud three knives! Five dirty things!

For the devil, it is a naturally restrained burning sun fire, with a heavy knife after the gas and blood sacrifice, instantly erupted, see the rightful sky sun, also like a flame gyro, without fear hit the sky paper to stab people, sucked the rolled paper in the middle of the sky, exploded into burning shreds of paper.

Pfft!

Pfft!

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

……

Dozens of white ghosts in the sky, when the sky was blown up, hung up.

The human skin suddenly inhales sixty-seven strands of ordinary soul.

“The newborn! Hugh needs a foot! It is true that a few months ago, Lao Wang broke the rules. He left 72 ghost gates without permission. Lao Wang is dead, and our tomb keepers have paid their due price. The pussy blood man slaughtered my tomb keeper, two tribes. You now come to the door on your own initiative. Reason stands on our side. Do you really think that our tomb keepers dare not resist killing you...”

Boo!

In the burning scrap of paper that was blown up by the sky, there was something that suddenly blocked Fangzheng's gyroscope from spinning a knife, and when the blast emitted a glorious energy blast shock wave, it lit up the cave.

Bright as day.

Among the scraps burned in the sky, Hershey is a middle-aged literary man with white face, dressed in a plain white long coat.

They are also worn by the ancients.

It's just an unusually pale face that's been lying in a coffin for years without sunlight, and it doesn't look like a normal living person at all.

“You are just a younger junior of the early days of the night tour. I am the late days of the night tour, killing you like..."

Middle-aged Literary is not finished, Davy Dragon Elephant!

Blood cloud three knives! Broken bones!

At first, the middle-aged literary man reached out confidently to stop him, but the next moment, when he realized something was wrong, it was too late to change the temptation to stop him.

He was frontally indifferent, and his eyes were extremely calm in the battle.

Pneumothorax!

Pfft!

One arm was cut off with a sharp scalpel.

Half-empty body, losing balance, such as an earth-boring missile, crashed into the ground, smashing a big hole in the mountain.

“How, how is that possible! You're only in the early days of night travel, I'm in the late stages of night travel! ”

Horrible sound, coming from the crater of Mount Death.

Fang ignored, with a long knife in his hand, his feet knocked out to kill, however, there was no middle-aged literary figure in the pit.

At this point, hundreds of bodies of men and women stood up in the cave and formed a stream of corpses, which Samson surrounded.

Heh, heh! Boom!

Standing still, these sharp claws of ordinary corpses can't even break the golden glittering cicada film that he attaches to the surface skin.

None of the material harm can be done except to obstruct the right course of action.

“Too light! Too light, too light, too light, too light! ”

With the fighting, the momentum grew stronger and stronger.

Yet!

There are more dead bodies standing up here in a cave like the one in Senroe Hell, and more corpses surrounding the center of the equation.

Dragon Tiger Double Gold Bell Cover! Hardening!

Roar!

A dragon and a tiger whistled, with a fierce noise, burst the eardrum, a bite of ancient gold clock covering Fangzheng, slammed the surrounding corpse flow hard and launched.

At a moment, he was unable to break through quickly. On this occasion, the square inside the gold clock cover collected boiling blood from his body. He put away the gas and blood sacrifice, and the white vapor on his body regrouped into a yang fire on his shoulder. At the same time, take a large blood supplement medication in time to restore the burned part of the body.

Avoid the period of weakness after the sacrifice of Qi and Blood.

Looking at the loss of the figure of a middle-aged man, he suddenly fell into an infinite stream of corpses. The golden clock cover was swallowed by the entire tide of corpses. The square of the golden clock cover, his eyes were calm and calm.

A real breath, all over the surface of the golden clock cover...

It's true!

Knock, knock!

An ancient brake clock sounded loud and deaf. In the corpse stream, there was a very fast figure, risky to break the gold clock cover, the gold clock cover cracked a path of glass crack, but that's it.

If you really want to break the golden clock cover, you're a little short on strength.

It was the late middle-aged literary man on a night trip hiding in a corpse stream!

A blow failed, the middle-aged man retreated, trying to hide in the stream again, and then moved.

But Fang did not give him this opportunity at all.

How dare you!

Finally got you!

“Hiding like a rat, the tomb keeper in my eyes, that's all! ”

Once the breath changes, the dragon tiger gold clock cover disappears, boom! Knock, knock! Fang is like a human dragon, all the way to collision, barbaric flying all the way to the obstructing corpse, Voldemort King Kong seal!

Watching the fistprints hit the face, the middle-aged clerk almost bit his tongue, and his scalp was numb.

“Damn it! You definitely have the strength to travel late at night! It's only been three months! ”

The middle-aged literary man felt a chill in his heart.

Fang Zheng's pursuit came too fast, so that the middle-aged literary man didn't even have a chance to use other means, he could only lift his breath forcibly, the only remaining arm forcibly blocked the square boxing mark.

“Well done! Let me see the night trip in the hall so I can catch a few punches later! ”

“Night trips make the late tomb keepers cry long when they punch?!!! ”

Boom! Boom!

The more middle-aged clerk receives the square fist print, the more frightened his heart is, only two fists! He won't be able to catch Fang Zheng's huge infinity.

Every time he responds, it's like he's reading his mind, and he's always prejudged, so every time he responds, he's interrupted early.

Especially, Fang Zheng's huge fist, hegemonic fist, just suppressed the negative forces in his body, making it difficult for him to fully utilize his strength.

Knock, knock!

The cracks in the arm, more and more, broke open a large opening, which was the wound that Fang Zhenghao intentionally hit the arm and tore open.

Finally!

Fractured arms can no longer be supported in the hegemonic, airtight shadow.

Pong!

The only arm left was blown up by square fist prints!

“Ten punches, looks like you're just in the middle of a night trip making ranking mat exist! ”

Fang is looking at the middle-aged clerk who was punched in the arm by him, such as the stick where the shells flew out. He looks indifferent and has a strong tone.

After listening to Fang Zheng, the middle-aged literary man who flew out finally couldn't help but hold his breath and humiliate himself and shouted: “Are you crazy! I slept well next to White Tiger's coffin. You can't lift White Tiger's coffin. Turn around and beat me up! ”

“Because you are the weakest of the four intact coffins!” That's what you're saying.

“Killing an exemplary monkey is, of course, picking a soft persimmon to pinch! ”