Here Lies The Wicked

Mm-hmm.

Square acutely perceived, perceived a peep in the back, people suddenly turned around.

Boo!

The lights went out abruptly.

Boom!

The wind is like thunder, like a flat thunder blowing up in a narrow dark room, the foundation of the house violently shook, the strong wind against the palm of the hand, tearing everything directly into pieces.

Only ancient paintings hung on walls, with no moving threads from start to finish.

+1 Green Soul from the painter.

Without waiting to think about time, in the dark room, you can only see people running out of the ancient painting with a blurry outline, like the people in the leather painting running out of the frame.

Apart from an empty house, the original painter is gone.

So it came too fast, Fang Zheng had not even seen the man's face.

Almost instantaneously, the square is reaching out and grasping.

Extremely fast.

Even a burst of air emitted a burst of sound when it was squeezed at extremely high speeds.

This is the instant, but the painter went around and snatched the door.

He looked down.

“Trying to escape? ”

Fang was also quick to react, he didn't want to just lift his leg, bang!

An old square wooden table at the foot was kicked flying with one foot, smashed into the door frame, and a large number of pieces of wood burst apart, preventing the painter from snatching the door and running away.

Yet!

The person in the painting changed direction and has escaped from the other direction to snatch the window.

Next second!

Boom!

Snow and white sharp ghost knife in the hands of Fang Zheng, the cold glittering momentum smashed the house wall, a large number of brick fragments flying around, like a flat blast of thunder, seen in the dust, Fang Zheng step forward, has taken the knife to chase up.

With the knife chased out, he saw that the other party had pulled away a distance from him and was not conducive to pursuit under the complex terrain of the house. He circled around and stamped his feet.

Boom!

The moss slab road beneath his feet was depressed, bursting, and people began to jump on the roof of a house like eagles hunting cunning rabbits.

Every time you make a leap, step out of a big hole on a tiled roof.

Under a straight chase, the distance is rapidly approaching.

As a result, the ancient complex was quickly chased out.

But in a few seconds, the familiar building appeared in front of Fangxiang, the exact same ancient complex.

As soon as they ran into the ancient complex, they lost sight of each other.

Fang gazed at the strange ancient complex in front of him and turned around to look behind him. Behind him stood an ancient complex as well.

With a ghost knife in his hand, he cautiously pursued the ancient complex.

Not so far out as to see the light coming out of an ancient house.

Fang Zhengzheng was surprised.

The house was exactly the same building as the one he'd been in before, with the light on.

Even the orientation is exactly the same.

With a slightly strange heart, he set foot in the house and saw an empty, deserted inner house with exactly the same walls and exactly the same old painting.

Walking toward the ancient painting hanging on the wall.

I also saw the ancient paintings.

The ancient painting again shows the house in front of him and him standing in front of the wall. But at this point in the painting “he”, the ghost knife is out of the sheath.

Just as Fang was staring at the "self” on the painting, looking at it focused, intending to stretch out his left hand to probe the ancient painting on the wall, the cold, ancient painting “self” came a demon turning around, the ghost knife in his hand slashed close to stand directly in front of the wall.

The knife came out very fast!

The knife is mighty, dominant!

Even the air is blown up!

At the same time, the only lights in the house were extinguished instantly.

Boo!

Boom!

Two knives collided, like two rows of hundreds of tons of locomotives, heavy collisions and deafening hair together, this time the blast was too powerful, the blade swept away the terror wave, directly cracked the four walls of the ancient house like a spider web crack.

A lot of dust was shaken down and the whole ancient house became a rocking hazard.

The energy spill of a pair alone can produce such devastating power that it is impossible to imagine how powerful the knife is.

“Huh?”

He was shocked and seemed to see something that made him even more unexpected.

“Yourself” in this painting actually took his knife.

How dare you!

Pneumothorax!

With his extensive combat experience, Fang was well aware that there must be no hesitation in the battle. He swayed a knife in his hand and directly smashed the "self” in the picture in front of him.

+1 Green Soul from Ancient Paintings.

Without hesitation, Fang again chopped the ancient painting hanging on the wall.

But I don't know!

The knife split open.

It's obvious that it's close.

But it was like a parallel space apart, and he couldn't really chop up an ancient painting hidden in another space.

There are people running out in the ancient paintings without waiting to think about it.

Fang directly chased out.

Soon...

Another ancient complex is being pursued again.

Chase back to the same house.

I saw the ancient paintings hanging on the walls again, as well as the ancient paintings holding the snowy knife "myself”.

Just like that!

The only light in the house went out, the "self” in the ancient painting, once again wielding a sword in the right direction.

Fang is ready this time, the knife is ready to block, but the mutation bursts!

Swinging a knife in the air in the right direction, swinging a knife in the air, deceiving the judgment of the right side, in fact, leaves the right side from another drilling angle.

The man in the painting actually did the right air illusion!

There was a surprise on her face this time.

But playing with a knife in front of him is like buying a juggler playing with a knife in front of Guan Gong!

No one can compare him to the drilling research of knife tricks and familiarity with air-sensitive illusion!

Fang was avoiding a knife, his left hand knotted a fist shadow, and Voldemort King Kong stamped a fist to kill the man in the picture.

+1 Green Soul from the painter.

“Looks like ‘I’ in this painting will be copied again and again? Grow up once? First replicate my powers, then replicate the ghost knife, the air illusion... it all looks more like cloning me! ”

Sure!

Next is the same image, and he enters the fourth loop.

In this painting, people learned Fang Zheng's Vajra Demon Stamp.

But when the painting was carried out by the Chinese, the person was somehow stuck, and the result was easy and easy.

Loop 5…

Once again, the painter was stuck in the ring of the Vajra Demon Stamp.

The sixth loop is still stuck on the Vajra Demon Stamp...

After the easy killing of the person in the picture again, Fang was already anxious to chase him out. He went out with a knife and thought about the problem as he did not slow down like a courtroom walker.

“Every time it gets stuck on Voldemort Print, it's kind of like playing a game, suddenly BUG appeared, the elite monster suddenly stopped stuck...”

“Why is that? ”