Huhuhu~

"Bang"

The sickle, filled with the feeling of death, quickly cut through the air, brought out a sonic boom, and appeared in front of Lu Qingping's throat.

Palace slave!

This cruel pervert who has been doing all kinds of evil in the world in recent days unexpectedly appeared at this time, and when Lu Qingping was under siege, he rushed in directly, and with one move, he obtained Lu Qingping's fatal throat!

"Little bottle!!"

At this moment, the little princess in the sky was shocked. Only when Lu Qingping was in danger would she lose her composure like this.

In that flash of lightning, Lu Qingping saw clearly the face of the young man opposite her. His face was only one foot away from hers. His skin was very pale, even sickly pale, and there was red makeup at the corners of his eyes, with a shockingly sad look.

And cruelty, plus that dangerous look and smile...

However, the time of this breath seems to have stopped.

No, it's not that time has stopped, it's that the physical senses are too slow.

Because at the moment when the palace slave came out and stabbed Lu Qingping in the throat quickly.

With a flash of thought from his soul, he immediately transformed into an ancient fire spirit in Niwan Palace, and stepped forward to bow mercilessly to the palace slave in front of him!

This is a bow!

It is Lu Qingping's strongest magical skill in the divine soul process, besides boxing skills.

The secret technique of shamanism, the fire worship spell!

The reason why the leading grandmaster just now was so easily punched in the chest by Lu Qingping and killed on the spot was because Lu Qingping's soul worshiped him.

Pay homage to the soul!

Wisps of invisible magic power spread out from the soul. How fast Lu Qingping was thinking at that moment was how fast this magic power was!

Before the palace slave's sickle even scratched his neck.

The power of this prayer is like a prophecy from ghosts and gods...

The pupils in the palace slave's eyes suddenly dilated, and he felt that his soul was being burned by extremely terrifying flames.

Coax~

It seemed that his whole body was thrown into the oil pan, and a flame that could refine a living person was born from the inside of his soul. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was smoking, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he roared to the sky...

…

"Ahhhhh...hahahaha..."

Phew~

Lu Qingping directly worshiped the opponent's soul, causing his hands and feet to become confused and howling pitifully. His potential to kill was completely lost. But what was slightly weird about him was that there seemed to be some strange pleasure in the man's pitiful howl...

At this moment, the light of his fist shone, causing spiritual energy to flow from all directions. His eyes were cold and he didn't think about anything else.

What kind of cruelty and perversion?

It’s all bells and whistles!

This prince specializes in dealing with bells and whistles!

The punch came from the Great Demon Tribulation move learned from the Great Demon God in Southern Xinjiang.

The fist intention rolled out, like an unparalleled demon appearing from the sky.

Wow!

There is a special conception of disaster in the light of the fist, which seems to make everything in the world unable to escape. A punch that is destined to be inescapable will make any opponent suffer disaster under this punch!

Fist moves from martial arts myths hundreds of years ago!

Exploded suddenly.

The palace slave lost the initiative and at the same time, his soul screamed in pain, but he still had enough sense to resist this terrifying punch.

"clang"

The sickle in his hand swept out, but it collided violently with Lu Qingping's fist, making a muffled sound like thunder.

Unexpectedly, the punch hit his sickle and threw it high into the air.

Zizzi~

Wisps of thunder-like catastrophic force passed through his weapon like a dragon, making him feel like he was being shocked by electricity. His whole body felt like being beaten by thousands of whips. His skin and flesh were torn apart after being beaten. At the same time, he let out an even more excited cry.

Weird scream.

But he looked at the other masters.

"Whoa! Come get the blood!"

The palace slave screamed strangely, like a young boy in a theater troupe making a show of himself, and immediately rushed towards one of the masters who was besieging Lu Qingping. The sickle that Lu Qingping knocked away into the distance actually flew towards his hand like a spirit.

A sickle quickly passed across the grandmaster's neck again!

The palace slave is extremely fast.

If Lu Qingping's spiritual thoughts weren't faster just now, he could almost kill Lu Qingping instantly!

At such a fast speed, the grandmaster felt the smell of blood coming to his nose, and then he screamed in despair:

"No!"

At first, when the palace slaves came out to kill Lu Qingping, he felt ecstatic. Although this was a pervert, as long as Lu Qingping could be killed, they would be able to complete their mission of taking the little princess away.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qingping knocked away this palace slave, who had been rumored to be extremely evil in the world recently, with just one punch. Then, the palace slave quickly turned towards him.

puff!

The sickle cuts across.

Click!

The grandmaster's protective aura was cut open like tofu at a speed as fast as a ghost.

The dark sickle is simple and unpretentious, but it has extremely sharp characteristics!

Zizzi~

Blood spurted out from the master's throat like wind chimes and splashed on the palace slave's sick face.

He stuck out his tongue excitedly and licked the Grandmaster's blood...

He actually killed a grandmaster instantly!

Such strength!

And just after he cut the master's neck with a sickle.

There seemed to be a strange divine light flashing from between his eyebrows.

In just these few breaths, the various injuries caused by Lu Qingping on his body seemed as if they had never happened!

This scene is so strange that it is difficult to explain.

"boom"

After Lu Qingping swept away the palace slaves with one punch, she was still being attacked by the remaining masters.

But they all saw the transformation of the palace slave just now.

The heads of the three masters who were fighting hard against Lu Qingping were buzzing.

"Is this person...a demon?"

Even Lu Qingping's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of evil method does this pervert have?

Is it possible to heal injuries through other people’s blood?

At this time, the palace slave, who had recovered from her injuries, continued to run towards Lu Qingping with the sickle in hand!

"Okay, okay! You are indeed one of my favorite preys, with such magical skills, such boxing skills, such youth, and such...blood!!!"

Huhu~

He stepped step by step, as if he was stepping on a mountain of corpses under a sea of ​​blood. The smell of blood was everywhere he passed.

He shouted crazily:

"After receiving your blood, I will definitely see my God again!!"

After saying that, his pale face twitched with pain and he suddenly felt something.

He suddenly let out a cruel and strange smile, and looked at Zhao Qingyang in the sky with a knife-like gaze: "Hey hehe hehe, it seems that you are better. The blood in your body has greater potential and extraordinary luck! Wow.

Yeah!"

After Lu Qingping saw the palace slave's gaze, which was actually directed at the silly girl, he was immediately furious and shouted:

"court death!!"
To be continued...