Otherworldly Merchant

The Ugly King seemed stupid, but very clever.

Just like that, it blocks all the way back to the T-shirt man - behind us is the Jade Gate, Old Winter is on the left, he comes face-to-face, from the right side down, forcing the T-shirt man to only touch him hard!

The T-shirt man dared not carelessly lift an eight-faced Chinese sword filled with blue light and smashed his palm in front of the Ugly King.

The claws of the sword collided and a shocking sound of gold iron resonated.

The T-shirt man was seriously injured, this time it was forced hard, and with a shock, the whole person flied out like a sack, banging, heavily smashed on the jade door.

Instead of being unharmed, the Ugly Emperor still hasn't exhausted his hand and smashed it on the pole of the lotus flower lamp.

The two lamp columns in front of the gate had a thick calf and were all cast from solid raw iron, but were bent by the palm of the Ugly King.

The light oil in the column poured out and lit the star flame on his furry arm and immediately stood up!

“Whoo!” The Ugly Emperor screamed in pain, retracted his arm and quickly patted out the flame. He glanced at his eyes, two fierce lights appeared and rushed up again.

The T-shirt man wiped away the blood on his lips, a sword on each side, and greeted him again.

Had it not been for my protection, he would have been able to walk around with the Ugly King and escape.

Dang, dang, dang!

In the blink of an eye, he fought with the Ugly Emperor again four or five times.

Although he tried to avoid the sharp flashes of the Ugly Emperor, he only handled them with four or two kilograms of skill, but he was still extremely hard to eat.

“Woo!” The Ugly King couldn't even hit him, suddenly he started freaking out, holding his fists and slapping him in the chest!

Immediately afterwards, he opened his fist like a wild gorilla.

The stone walls on both sides were smashed into dozens of deep pits, bursts of rubble and smoke.

T-shirt men rush into hiding, but they move slower and slower, and can be hit at any moment.

Ugly Wong Li is huge, and in the current state of the T-shirt man, it must be a broken bone even if not dead.

I held my knife tight and stared at my eyes, and that heart had already lifted to my voice.

All of a sudden, the T-shirt was soft under the man's foot, and he slammed.

Ugly little eyes brightened, two punches held together, a whistle smashed down.

I couldn't help it. I jumped up, took a double knife, tried to take Ugly Wong's punch hard, and protected the T-shirt man.

Ugly Emperor, this punch rushes straight over my head!

I am well aware that even if I am intact and intact at this time, I may not be able to catch this move, but I can never take a step back.

Ugly Emperor's boxing wind made my hair horn float. He looked at me and hit me in the head, but a shock suddenly came: "Stop! ”

Ugly Emperor was like being subjected to electric shock, trembling all over his body, hard and raw deflected his fist, two fists a point, leaning down from my side about.

Thick slabs on the ground were smashed into pieces, smashing into two large pits up to half a metre deep.

“I can't hurt this kid, I still have it!” Winter scolded, floating over, a T-shirt man with a finger at his finger, and drank angrily at the Ugly Emperor: “Useless waste, little clunky hair has been wounded like this, can't you handle it? You can't take it for three minutes. You can't eat for ten days! ”

After listening, Ugly Wang raised an anger in his eyes, whimpering and rushing straight to the T-shirt man.

I had a pair of knives and I was going to help, but Old Winter stopped me.

“Kid, I hear you've grown a lot over the years, and your grandfather's fifth floor has been fixed for that time. Come on, let me see if it's true.” Dong Lao said, slowly reaching out one hand.

His hand was long and thin, black and bright, and a little snake burst into his sleeve tube, spraying his tongue and nourishing his breath.

Snake rushed out of his cuff, disced on his finger, and spit a black smoke at me.

Han Lao Liu introduced this guy long ago. I don't know what kind of trick this is. But I also know that this black smoke is absolutely untouchable.

I hurried back a few steps to get out of the way, but the black smoke didn't go away and chased me up like a snake.

I cut the past with a double knife.

The black smoke was instantly split apart by the blade, and then it could be combined, floating in the air, wrapped around me, and growing!

At the same time, there was a very strange sound coming out of the fumes.

As the vagrant flue grew thicker and longer and louder, I finally heard it.

Screaming!

As if hundreds of people had been beaten to the skin, thrown into the sea together, screaming with great pain; as if they had just suffered the extinction disaster, the dying people looked at the bones of their loved ones and cried out extremely miserably. Every note in the sound, as the flue gas rolls continuously into your mind, pulls every nerve hard.

This is…

Sad Snake?

I remembered violently that Grandpa's notes contained similar tricks.

This trick is to get people to drink a secret pubic water, and then use a little knife to stick it on him constantly. If the person is hurt, he will scream more and more, and blood will spill out of the knife.

With his last scream, the blood also dried out. And if the blood is not consumed, or the blood is consumed, then it fails.

After feeding the blood water to a freshly shelled snake, which is specially refined, the sad snake becomes.

However, a tragic serpent brewed in such a way can only send a scream from one person.

But the snake sent out hundreds of grieving voices, enough to see how many people Old Winter had killed in order to refine the magic.

And this guy has a surprisingly high technique that can smoke a sad snake and follow the wind!