Otherworldly Merchant

Gongming Yi bites a clear long palm and pulls it hard, ripping a piece of flesh off!

A few steps back, watching the blood flow in the palms of his hands, his face turned pale, the old way was calm enough, immediately put up his sleeve, with the blood on his hands and draw a symbol on his arm.

But his symbol was not yet finished, Gongming suddenly rushed over, slapped on the chest of Qingdao Chang, Qingdao Chang flew out and fell heavily on the ground.

I feared that he would be beaten to death alive, and quickly wiped his nosebleed with his sleeves, swinging the Wolf whip toward meticulous backs and slamming his attention to me.

When he turned around, the sweat on my back blew up instantly. Those eyes were like two burning red charcoals, full of ferocious red light. His mouth was full of blood, and his chin was full of blood. He looked unusual!

I remembered the trick of Beidou Heavenly Wolf, waved the whip to the tiger wind, whipped it to the past, and bled thoroughly on my cheek.

Then he retracted the whip and threw it over again. This time, he reached for the whip and pulled it backwards. He almost pulled me down. The whip was pulled away from my hand, grinding my palms and hurting away.

That fierce killer was like a wave, the mountain rolled over Haiti, pressed people under breath, my hands and feet trembled constantly, my heart beat like crazy, I actually had the urge to run.

I desperately meditated on the "Moral Scripture" to stabilize my mind, began to manipulate the intangible needle with my mind, the situation is critical, I can only scrap the kid's hands and feet first, then think of other ways.

“Hurry up and do as you're told! ”

A long clear path suddenly drank, a shady wind rose for no reason, the surrounding air suddenly dropped several degrees, the shadow wind filled with an awesome call sign, a large group of unjust souls crawled out of the ground, more than a dozen times the number of lonely wild ghosts flowing from the sea. These are the ghosts of the past who died in the sea, a broken body, a ragged shirt, with algae plants hanging from their bodies, and they jump wildly into the pure sense.

Guo Mingyi's killings are like an invisible barrier, and the unjust 'front-runner' flies away when it touches him. But after all, the number of unjust souls behind the former servants successively embraced the meticulous sense and lived into a peristaltic sphere.

Once Qing Dao long hand pinched a trick, his beard kept shaking and said: “I'm sorry, I can't let you hurt people...”

“Ah!”

A roar shouted, the unjust soul on Gongyi's body was forcibly dispersed with killing gas, spilled with ghost blood, and the scene was abnormally appalling.

That doesn't make any fucking sense. How can a district armor be so tough like this?

In the face of this situation, it is obviously hard to believe that Dao Qing's eyes are also wide open.

After all, the sacrifice of the ghosts weakened his killing by a few points, and now I can't be a coward, so I rushed up and manipulated the intangible needle to stab out, straightening his shoulder without armor protection.

Gongming Yi kept dodging and kicked me with his leg up, while I walked away, smoothly banging him on his thigh.

Gongming Yi screamed and pounced at me. The intense killing made me panic for a moment. When I looked back, my wrist had been grabbed. His hand held my wrist like an iron clamp, and my bones were about to break.

I manipulated the intangible needle again in isolation, when his throat was exposed, I could totally hit him in the throat, but hesitated, after all, it was a human life, how can I hurt human life.

“Jiulin, kill him! ”

A familiar voice in the ear, isn't it, T-shirt man?

In a moment of hesitation, Gongyi hit me in the head, knocked me dizzy, then took a foot in the stomach, fell back a few steps on the floor, a hot and spicy liquid poured directly out of my throat, wow a bite connected to stomach acid and blood spit out.

The sound of footsteps approached, obviously not much movement, but I heard the mountains shaking.

I looked up and saw the fierce face of the fierce god, and he lifted his right foot high, ready to step down on my face. For a moment I hallucinated and saw an ancient samurai standing behind him with a long gun in his hand, stabbing him down against my body.

I thought, it's over. It's over!

All of a sudden, a blue light flashed, meticulously instinctively taking a few steps back, covering her shoulders and expressing viciousness.

The T-shirt man appeared beside me sometime, holding an octagonal sword in his hand, and his expression was brilliant.

“It's you, you hurt me!” Gongyi recognized the T-shirt man and shouted furiously, rushing towards the T-shirt man.

However, the T-shirt man went directly into Lu Dongbin's sword fairy state, resorted to brutality, forced Meiyi back, and stabbed him in the arm and thigh several times. Gongming was covered in blood, his teeth grinning, and he looked terrible.

“Don't hurt my nephew!” Cheongdao shouted.

Nephew? Surely it was unexpected that the old ways and the pure sense were relatives.

T-shirt man doesn't care, his eyes are fierce, his face has never been so serious, the distinction is to take the life of meticulous.

All of a sudden, the golden glow flashed, and the sound of the 'hush’ turned meticulously into an ancient samurai dressed in armor, the long iron gun in his hand swept open the T-shirt man directly.

Then the ancient samurai stabbed him with a gun. The T-shirt man kept blocking him with an eight-sided sword. The action of the two men was confusing. The so-called long, dancing gun made the T-shirt man a little hard to fight back. Where is there room to fight back?

I'm so freaked out, what the fuck is going on, the organ spiraling, this thing already has an independent consciousness?

I picked up the Wolf's whip from the ground and threw him off the road, trying to wrap his legs around his legs and get a chance for the T-shirt man. The whip steadily wrapped around an ancient samurai's leg, but he was so powerful that I not only didn't pull him over, but he almost dragged me over.

I retracted the whip, changed my strategy, prepared to wrap his long gun, I used it for a long time this day, it was kind of a comfortable hand, where to hit it, although the two moved fast, I tried a few times, I precisely wrapped the middle part of the long gun, then dragged it, the ancient samurai's long gun flew out of hand.

“Got it!” I'm delighted.

The T-shirt man took the opportunity to stab him with a sword, and the ancient samurai grabbed his eight-sided Chinese sword with one hand. The place where the palm of the hand came into contact with the Chinese sword bred like a burning smoke. The other hand spread out in my direction and saw the long gun that I had dragged away as if it had been sucked firmly by a powerful magnetic force and slowly flew back into his palm.

Goddamn it, does this spirit take things apart and is it much more advanced than I practiced?

I said nothing could make him succeed in his plot, wriggled the Wolf around his body and arm a few times, and pulled his milk strength back. The long gun was weirdly floating in the middle of the air, pulling me hard, and I pushed my feet hard on the ground, and my feet plowed out two ditches on the ground.

The ancient samurai suddenly kicked off the T-shirt man with his feet up and took the gun just a few steps forward. I was shocked. He grabbed the long gun in the middle of the sky and instead of pulling it back, he killed it in my direction. The tight whip snapped and I lost my balance and almost sat on the floor with my ass.

“Jiulin, watch out! ”

I just stood still and saw Lenson's gun pointed straight at me. Behind me was the killer face of the ancient samurai. At that moment I was completely frightened. Did I die here today?