Otherworldly Merchant

After the sword was cut off, the cork in my chest suddenly moved for no reason.

“Huh!” Jiang Dayi seemed surprised by this move. He couldn't help but exclaim.

The eight corpses also seemed stunned, still intact; even that horrible dragon roar school stuck its neck at me and seemed to find something incredible.

The bronze lamp, suspended in the middle of the sky, also converged in the light and burst into the arms of the Dragon Roar school.

Everyone dried corpses, Jiang Da fishes all motionless, the whole of time and space seemed to completely solidify at this moment, all under my control!

Though I had temporarily escaped the siege at this time, the ghost knife still fell at the feet of the dry corpse. This is an extinct soldier who forged Mo Yin Spirit out of dry. Not only is it invaluable, but it also makes a lot of sense. I must not abandon it. Besides, these many dry corpses are no good, since they don't move, then I'm welcome.

To think of it, I swung my ancient sword and chopped it up like a couple of other dry bodies.

“Chop!”

“Chop, chop, chop! Chop!” Four swords in a row, clean and smooth.

Those corpses were not as flexible and quick as they had been before, as if they had been firmly anchored by something. They were immobile and instantly I cut them into a flying ash.

Even the dragon roar school showed fear, once he changed the appearance of the ghost Sen Sen, even retreated, and the sword in his hand shaken unrelentingly.

Every time I chop a dry corpse, the cork in my chest shakes violently. This is a strange feeling, as if it had suddenly given birth to wisdom.

Three dry corpses a short distance from me finally woke up, turned around and fled!

How can I let it go?

Two-step chase, one jump!

“Chop!”

“Chop!”

“Chop it again!” As the black light passed, the three dry bodies also turned to dust.

At this time, I stood like an angel in a dark tomb with a sword. The Dragon Roar school had long withdrawn more than a dozen steps away, showing an incredible but fearful look on the skinny face. When he threw away his broken sword, he fled to the depths of the corridor.

The guy was incredibly tall, stomping on the ground and banging.

After three more vibrations of the cores, there was some impatience to turn the circle and try to escape. After the eight dragon roar guards were slaughtered by me, their souls dissipated. As if they had been eaten alive by the cork, they also aroused their appetite. They saw that the dragon roar school near their mouth was about to escape, but it was a little anxious!

Look, if I don't do it again, it's most likely going to fly out on its own.

At this time, Jiang Daqi is still watching from afar.

I don't want to be caught up in the secret of the cork.

Dragon Roar escaped quickly, but after all, his body was extra tall. In the narrow corridor, some implementation was impossible.

Less than a few times, I chased one straight, and then my sword fell and a black light flew out!

The guy didn't feel well, turned his head suddenly and stretched his arms out.

After a moment, the bronze lamp flew out of his arms again, emitting a red light, condensing into a bloody face, blocking the shocking black smoke.

This guy is a little more than I expected to be able to stop the shock!

I was just about to reach out and pull out a spirit charm, and suddenly, the cork jumped out of my chest.

The dragon roar school did not wait to make a half reaction, then the noise turned into a piece of smoke, even the bronze lamp dispersed, no idea where!

The cork leaps out and turns back instantly. When I drilled back into my chest again, I could clearly feel it getting bigger again.

I looked at the scene in front of me, and I turned my head and looked at the piles of dragon roar guards that had turned into powder, and I couldn't even touch my head.

What the hell is going on here?

Dragon Roar Wei is just fine. Although he is a skilled swordsman and good at arranging platoons, he is just a bunch of powerful skeletons.

But Dragon Roar is the leader of the Tang elite, and today, nothing is worse than the strength of Hill and Mrs. Shen. Even if he was already dead, his soul should be stronger than the Ghost King. How could he be scared alive before he could do even a little work?

Did they detect the existence of the cork, or were they frightened by the shock? Or with this ancient sword in my hand?

I have some doubts about drawing an ancient sword to see what it really is, but what is extremely odd is that it still cannot be drawn.

The ancient sword seemed to be connected to the sheath of the sword, and no matter how hard I worked, the tattoo didn't move.

What the hell is going on?

Who's the man in the white crane robe? What's so strange about hiding it in this sword?

I thought about it for a while, but for no reason, I went back and picked up the Ghost Chopper's double knife.

“Brother Zhang, where did you learn this hand?” Jiang Daqi stood in the distance, staring at me and asking.

I glanced at him and ignored him, walking straight ahead.

“Brother Zhang, this is your fault.” Jiang Daqi jumped and blocked me with a cigarette gun: “How can we say that we just broke through this together? You seem a little unfriendly. ”

Still working together?

I was surrounded by the Dragon Roar Guards. I finally escaped from the big battle, but this old thing secretly forced me back. How did he have the face to say these words?

I glanced at him and said, "Thanks to you, I'm so glad you didn't kill me! ”

Jiang Daqi tapped a cigarette gun and shrugged his eyelids: “Look what this is.” When I finished, I reached out with the hand behind me and showed it to me.

His palm was laying with four short arrows, Mitsubishi tip cone, sparkling, green on the tip, and he knew it was all highly poisoned!

Now, I immediately remembered that I had just used a spirit charm to blow up an arm of a dry corpse, and when I escaped the perimeter, I did hear four shouts in a row. Then Jiang Daqi appeared behind me.

Turns out this guy didn't come here to sneak up on me, he grabbed these four crossbows for me!

As far as I was concerned, those four crossbows were forcing me halfway into the sky, sealing all the dead ends, and even if I danced with two knives and fought hard to defend myself, I wouldn't necessarily be able to prevent it, to be sure.

Moreover, from the circumstances at the time, it was not necessarily known that I could still defend against such a crisis.

He was sitting around watching the noise, and when he saw that my life was in danger, he was not watching, not what I had in mind, but hoping that I would die early to pick up the baby.

So it seems I'm really wrong about him.