This arm was two feet long and appeared out of thin air in the air. It held the vulture's monster body in its hand, just like an ordinary person carrying an old hen.
Crow King's smile froze in an instant, and his originally fair complexion turned livid, really livid, with bulging black bubbles appearing on his delicate face.
He couldn't help but turn into his original form.
The Crow King pressed his right hand on his face, emitting a black light and pressing hard to suppress the bulging bubbles. His entire face returned to smoothness. When he lowered his hand, he looked like a handsome nobleman again.
Crow King's eyes flashed with blood,
Where there was originally only one arm, a huge body appeared in the air.
He was three feet tall and had six arms. He only wore a tiger skin skirt and a tiger skin arm guard. He seemed to be a little surprised because his hiding place was discovered, and there was a look of astonishment on his face.
The giant's tall figure blocked the wind and snow, and also cast a shadow to envelope the Crow King.
"This strong man, this hydrangea belongs to me. You just took my thing."
The Crow King's voice has returned to calmness, but anyone can hear the coldness in his tone. In the eyes of the Crow King, this giant is exuding strong energy and blood. It is the only one it has ever seen in its life, and it does not want to speak directly to death.
The giant raised his feet and turned around, turning around to face the little one at his feet.
Using his other hand, he took out the hydrangea from the trembling vulture's talons and asked the Crow King.
"I robbed you of something? Then what you lost was this bloody hydrangea.
Or this flower hydrangea?"
Hearing this,
The first thing that got excited was not the Crow King but the vulture. It struggled violently and shouted to the Crow King for help.
But it was already too late. The hand holding the vulture gently closed with the corresponding hand in the six arms, and the vulture was crushed into a ball of flesh amidst the sounds of wailing and cracking bones.
"Is that the ball? I'll give it back to you."
The meat ball was thrown by the giant, drew an arc in the air and flew towards the Crow King. It was wrapped in a ball of black smoke and exploded about a foot away from the Crow King's body. Under the corrosion of the black smoke, it turned into pieces of rotten meat and fell to the ground.
, forcing the monsters behind the Crow King to fly back, leaving a circle of space clear.
"You are provoking me, do I know who I am?"
"What kind of crooked person deserves to be known to me? I only know that I want to marry Miss Feng, little one. Do you want to fight with me?"
Unabashedly provocative, after saying these words, a sense of joy filled my chest.
Ever since he advanced to level D with the Three Heads and Six Arms technique, Du Kang felt an inexplicable violence and anger in his heart. This impulse drove him to kill and destroy something. He intuitively felt that eating a big demon should be able to cure this side effect.
"Hahaha, hehehe, jiejiejie,
You actually regard me as a soft persimmon. A arrogant person will not survive long in this world. I will teach you how to be a human being today."
The Crow King laughed angrily, billowing black smoke poured out from his black robe, wrapped Du Kang inside, and spread rapidly to the surroundings, forcing the surrounding monsters to flee in all directions, for fear of being involved in the battle between the big monsters.
It's as frustrating as a vulture's death.
The Crow King was indifferent when he saw the monsters scattered around. It would be a good thing to go to them to gain momentum. It would be okay to fight against the wind, but once the situation changes slightly, it will be like this.
But as long as they can continue to win, they will still stand on their side as the winner. Then it smiles confidently and plunges into the black smoke.
Then there were rumbling collisions and roars in the black mist.
Faced with this sudden change, the two Feng family members on the city wall never interfered. Feng Dake originally wanted to say something when Du Kang appeared, but Feng Shang shook his head to stop him.
At this time, a monk from the Sao Feng Martial Arts School walked up to the two of them and whispered something, and their expressions changed again.
"Are you sure you read that correctly?"
"Absolutely not. Although the whole person has grown a lot, his appearance has not changed much. There are so many coincidences in the world. Even if this monk is not him, he is still closely related to him."
"Dukang from Yangchun County... was just a young monk practicing Buried Blade Technique a few days ago. Today he actually developed six arms using the three-headed and six-armed technique taught by Rakshasa. Our Tonggu County has really become a fat sheep now, and everyone wants to come.
Take a bite. Since he also said he wants to marry me, it depends on his own ability."
"Continue to build the city wall. If the formation can be repaired, there will be no regrets today."
"We also need to be careful of these little monsters outside. Although most of them are incompetent, it will not be easy to find them if they run in."
Not to mention how Feng Dake and Feng Shangjun reprimanded their subordinates, in the black smoke, the confrontation between one man and one demon has just begun.
You can't see your fingers in the thick black smoke. Only after opening your spiritual eyes can you see that the black smoke is a kind of filthy spiritual energy. In a corner of the black smoke, a dense core of filth beats like a heart.
All images in the spiritual eye are abstract and are an essence of the representation of the real world, but sometimes they are not very helpful in combat.
Feeling the crow feather flying blades constantly cutting through the skin, in the eyes of the spirit, they were like fish swimming in the sea, and their whereabouts in this sea of filthy air were unpredictable. Du Kang could only release ghosts.
fog.
The pale white ghost mist seeped into the black smoke and was diluted instantly, but Du Kang could already sense the surrounding scene through the ghost mist.
The edges of the black crow feathers flashed with sharp black air blades, rushing like fish in the waves of black smoke, cutting shallow wounds on Du Kang's skin.
"Do you think you can wear me down like this? You look down on me too much."
Following the perception, the six palms grasped at various angles of the surrounding space at the same time, and the six struggling crow feathers were caught in the hands. With another hard squeeze, the magic weapon that had been cultivated so hard was broken into pieces.
Following the same pattern, after several attempts, all the small wounds on Du Kang's body healed into shallow red marks, and there were also feather fragments under his feet.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Let's do something real. You don't have to wait for me to be poisoned. I have never breathed since I saw you, and the poison on your feathers is not good for me."
It doesn’t seem to be working.”
Du Kang looked at the wound that was about to be completely healed and said this. One of the biggest advantages of having a black feather demon crow clone is that you can guess the opponent's approximate abilities without touching the opponent.
The ghost mist spread even wider during this period, and Du Kang could even sense the strange wriggling face of the Crow King in the black smoke.
I saw the Crow King flicking his black robe, and a group of crows flew out from the cuffs, formed a circle around Du Kang, absorbed the surrounding black smoke, and turned into warriors with masks on their faces, wearing iron armor, and holding long swords.
As soon as these armored warriors transformed, they silently advanced towards Du Kang.
Du Kang casually punched the nearest black-armored warrior, but saw that the steel fist passed through the warrior silently, like passing through a phantom. The wind of the fist blew away a piece of black smoke, but the black
Soldier A was unscathed.
A missed move could mean the difference between life and death. The swords of these warriors slashed across Du Kang's body, and dozens of streams of blood spurted out from his body in an instant.
"Shadow Warrior?"
This name flashed in Du Kang's mind. This is an ability inherited by the Black Feather Demon Crow clan.
These warriors from the underworld are like reflections in the water, and the damage done to them by others is like a long sword cutting through the water. It can only stir up a ripple, but cannot damage their essence at all, but their swords can hurt others.
Thick ghost mist spewed out from the surroundings, blocking the movement of the shadow warrior. Du Kang took the opportunity to jump out of the encirclement.
"As expected, I chose the right target. Monsters have rich skills that cannot be compared to ordinary monks. A big monster should have a few unique skills to gain a foothold in the world. If I choose another monster to operate on, it may really happen if the information is not clear."
You'll be in trouble, but luckily I know you better."
Take out the sword from the stomach pouch. A shining blade condenses from the broken edge of the long knife. The pale ghost mist spreads from the handle and wraps the blade.
The six-foot blade swept across the ground, cutting off the two shadow warriors at the front. The severely injured ghost body spread cracks from the broken wound, causing the entire shadow warrior to disintegrate into a line of black smoke.
He rushed into the shadow warriors who didn't know life and death and started killing them. Soon, more than a dozen shadow warriors followed in the footsteps of their predecessors.
"You seem to know me very well? Did you come here specifically to see me?"
In the black smoke, the Crow King still stood far away. The easy death of the Shadow Warrior's trump card allowed him to regain his former composure.
"You know about monsters in the countryside. Shadow warriors can only be killed with evil objects. It's not an unknown secret. Only a monster with little knowledge like you would think that someone would deliberately target you."
Du Kang's mouth is still sharp, but the Crow King, who has a solemn expression and regards Du Kang as his lifelong enemy, will no longer fall into the trap easily.
"If I were a country monster, I don't know where you come from, and you want to steal a country woman from me."
Crow King held his hands in front of his body, and a black flame ignited in his hands. He raised his hands and flicked the flames into a two-foot-long black flame sword.
Crow King Heiyu held a long sword in both hands and said solemnly to the giant in front.
"Black Feather, the country monster, asked the monk from the big place for advice."
Du Kang allowed the opponent to prepare his moves beforehand, and did not easily step forward to attack.
Since the beginning of the war, he has not touched the opponent's body. He is unwilling to act rashly without the support of intelligence. In the inherited memory of the Black Feather Crow Demon King, he has seen many strange abilities that can defeat the enemy later, and he does not know how many the Crow King has inherited.
, the safest choice is to find ways to deal with each other.
The move the other party is using now happens to be something he also knows very well.
This is the Black Flame Sword. The black flames that make up the blade are said to be incombustible. In fact, it can only burn most ordinary substances in the world, and there are many things that it cannot burn.
This includes other flames.
The ghost mist on the sword row dispersed, and the red-faced boy flew to the handle of the sword. He opened his mouth and spat out, and a bright yellow flame blessed the blade.
Du Kang waved the flaming sword and took a stance, and responded to Black Feather.