The scene fell into an eerie silence. Even Yang Jing and Yi Tingxuan, who had seen the "Dead Point Martial Arts", couldn't help but trembled in their hearts. The dignified military assassin commander just... died like this??
Although Guzhuang Echidve has been seriously injured by Yang Jing and his strength is less than 50% of normal strength, he is still a super strong man at the golden peak. Why does it seem easier than squeezing an ant to death before he reaches the end of his life?
Yang Jing's expression was solemn. No wonder Fang Zhongshou is obsessed with Yaowangfu's Qinggong classics, even at the cost of his life and freedom! No wonder Brother Cheng said privately that once Fang Zhongshou masters Yaowangfu's Qinggong, he will become the most powerful person in Tianmen.
An assassination weapon! To a certain extent, he is equivalent to half a human emperor!
As expected...as expected...
The fatal point attack method is so weird that anyone who gets close will be injured! Now with the help of Qinggong, Fang Zhongshou is equivalent to turning into a ghost. How many people in the world can resist his assassination.
But...who can control this cold-blooded guy?
Brother Cheng...
OK?!
Will the original agreement still be valid? What agreement did Brother Cheng make with him?
"Master!!" After being stunned for a moment, Ksitigarbha Qingye roared sadly.
"Take care of yourself!" Yi Tingxuan reacted. He rose up and slashed in the air. The long green knife drew a shocking light and went straight to Ji Zang Qingye's head.
Ksitigarbha Qingye woke up suddenly and hurriedly took a few steps back. He looked at the ancient village needle dove in the distance with shaking eyes, then at Fang Zhongshou, Yang Jing and Yi Tingxuan, gritted his teeth secretly, turned around and rushed into the smoke. This
This time, instead of committing another assassination, he... escaped!!
Yang Jing stared at Fang Zhongshou coldly: "Each one has its own area and each has its own prey. Isn't it a bit too much for you to do this? There are so many powerful characters in Yakuza, and you have to come over and compete with me?"
Fang Zhongshou's hoarse and cold voice floated out faintly: "Leave the buried soul of the military assassin to the eight tribesmen. You have a special mission."
"Brother Cheng's order?"
Fang Zhongshou ignored it and continued: "Hui and Tu Qingcang will find beauty."
"What's the meaning?"
"Beauty is in the southeast." After leaving behind a sentence, Fang Zhongshou slowly retreated and disappeared into the depths of the mist.
Yang Jing couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the longevity gourd in the room, and frowned slightly. He listened intently to the battlefield where people were shouting to kill Zhentian, trying to find some strange sound, but after listening for a long time, he still couldn't find it.
Beauty? Looking for beauty?
Are you having trouble with your beauty?
If you really encounter something, wouldn't you just go to Brother Cheng? You have to go there with Tu Qingcang.
Yang Jing couldn't figure out what was going on, but he knew that Fang Zhongshou would not be aimless. He took a deep breath and walked into the depths of the smoke with a tungsten stick. When he passed the corpse of Guzhuang Echidove, his right hand shook and the stick whistled.
It spun around and violently bombarded the corpse's chest.
The sternum was broken, blood spattered, and the tungsten metal stick pierced the chest of Guzhuang Echidou like a tofu stab.
This time, it will be a complete death!
To the southeast, Mei Yan and the Snow Lion are working together more and more tacitly, and their attacks are becoming more and more fierce.
Using puppets to launch an offensive, Meiyan can basically ignore defense and her attacks are cunning and ruthless. The snow lion's huge size and brutal impact make up for Meiyan's shortcomings in toughness.
No matter how experienced Guzhuang Echidou is, it will be difficult for him to adapt to Meiyan's attack method that relies on puppets in a short period of time. Kick? The puppet doesn't feel it at all; stab with knife? The puppet can easily follow it; desperately? The puppet itself is a corpse. On the other hand, the puppet
, under the control of silk threads, its mode of action and movement trajectory are completely inconsistent with the theory of normal creatures. As the controller, Mei Yan is like a poisonous snake, seizing any available opportunity to launch an attack with the help of puppets.
As for the snow lion... it just drove him crazy! Over the years in Zongheng International, he had fought with wild beasts many times. He had also killed tigers and cheetahs with his bare hands, and even withstood the collision of bison. But this lion-like one in front of him
The white beast has agility and speed that are completely inconsistent with its size, and its impact force is even more ferocious than a bison. It pounces at critical moments every time, and it may not necessarily hurt itself every time, but its huge size and ferocious offensive are always
It will cause great interference, and then be caught and exploited by beauty!
Where did Tianmen come from so many monsters? Guzhuang Echido even felt restrained, as if he had encountered natural enemies and was completely suppressed by them!
Feeling aggrieved, angry, and anxious, Guzhuang Jijiu's mood fluctuates significantly. He used to think that his psychological quality was excellent, but now he can't control it!
"Get away!" Guzhuang's needle-dove roared ferociously. It knocked the puppet away like crazy, avoided the snow lions that came up to kill it, climbed onto the branches of the tree above its head, and threw itself among the branches.
"Get down!"
Unexpectedly, a beautiful face with an unsteady figure, a ferocious face, and blood on the corner of her mouth suddenly appeared above her head, and her spinning toes hit the Guzhuang Echidve hard on the head, knocking it off on the spot.
A roar shook the battlefield, and the snow lion flew up like a cannonball, slamming its huge head into the underbelly of Guzhuang's needle dove.
At the same time, as Mei Yan pursued and fell, the whistling and writhing puppet followed straight down, and its body full of spikes flew out of a sharp storm, carrying unparalleled murderous intent and crashing into the ancient village needle pigeon.
The successive collisions brought painful injuries, and the ancient village needle pigeon, who was in tatters all over his body, rolled over in a panic. However, as a quasi-level human emperor, he was by no means defeated so easily. He suppressed the pain, suppressed the anger, forced himself to calm down, and was in danger.
Find hope in the environment.
In mid-air, he exerted force on his waist and took advantage of the momentum. When his feet touched the trunk of the tree, he pressed down with all his strength, and then released suddenly. His body was like a spiral drill, and he rushed out of the beautiful snow lion's attack with many dangers, until
Ten steps away.
Danger! Lucky!
Escaped from their control for the first time at the beginning of the war!
Guzhuang Echidoo gasped, secretly breaking into a cold sweat. If there had been even the slightest deviation, his escape might have been fatal. He didn't have time to rejoice, so he glanced at the beauty fiercely, turned around and rushed towards the smoke area. "Smelly bitch,
Today's revenge will be reported later. Just wait, I, the Guzhuang Echidve, will never let you go!!"
Roar!! The snow lion's eyes were bloodshot, and with a vicious roar, it rushed towards the Guzhuang Echidve in a frantic manner.
Meiyan wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and nostrils to calm down the turbulent blood in her body, and led the puppet to pursue again. With the guidance of the snow lion's sensitive sense of smell, there was no need to worry about the Guzhuang Echidoo escaping. All she had to do was get rid of the Guzhuang Echidve.
If it is dropped, Yakuza's assassination system will be severely damaged, and the threat of the Soul Burial Troops will also be greatly reduced.
But before she could take a few steps, a shrill scream suddenly rang out in the depths of the smoke ahead. Following closely behind, a figure cut through the smoke screen, rolled, screamed, and "rushed" over as if flying.
.
Bang! The man with white smoke in his clothes hit the big tree next to him. After the violent impact, he was bounced back. He curled up tightly on the ground like a cooked prawn. His thin body twitched, trembled, and faintly.
Making a weird moan.
Guzhuang Echidve?
Meiyan slowly stopped and looked in surprise at the man in front of her who was twitching in pain. It was the Guzhuang Echidve who had escaped!
What happened? Was bitten by a snow lion?
With her eyes swaying in confusion, she raised her right foot and struck it down in the air, hitting Guzhuang Echidve's head hard. The movements were clean, swift and ruthless, the opportunity was rare, how could she give up just like that.
Unable to resist, Guzhuang Echido's body trembled and he was knocked to the ground on the spot. He passed out "happily". Only his body was still twitching unconsciously, indicating that his body was suffering from severe pain.
"Is this the Soul Burial Commander?" A hollow, dull voice sounded in the mist, and a man as dark and strong as an iron tower wiped the spikes on his gloves and walked in slowly.
It is the third door god of Tianmen... Tu Qingcang!
"There is no need to be proud. This guy has been tortured to death by his beauty. At best, you just got a small advantage." Yang Jing curled his lips and smiled, and walked out carrying a tungsten stick of nearly a hundred kilograms.
The same body shape, as majestic as a tiger; the same muscles, like entwined tree roots; the same momentum, ferocious as a beast, arrogant as a demon. And with the three-meter-long, one-and-a-half-meter-high snow lion at the back, the two of them stand together.
As soon as the beast stood there, it felt like a mountain of pressure alone, strongly impacting other people's vision.
Meiyan looked at Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the white figure between the tree crowns. She frowned slightly behind her bangs and said indifferently: "Is something wrong?"
"Ask him." Yang Jing pointed at the top of his head with the iron rod.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Tu Qingcang also looked above his head. He was in the middle of a killing spree, but he was suddenly brought here. Without a suitable explanation, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't go crazy.
Deep in the canopy of the tree, Fang Zhongshou gently closed his eyes and whispered: "...feel...feel for yourself...it's coming...it's coming soon..."
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