"Who said this damn place can't trigger thunder? I want to try it!"
Looking at Han Miao who was approaching again, Su Haoran raised the four fingers of his right hand, raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "I swear to God, except for my wife, I, Su Haoran, do not have any other woman. If I violate this
I swear, I am willing to be struck by thunder from the sky."
"You are sick, can you swear to attract thunder and lightning?" Han Miao's face turned cold, and he raised his hand and pinched Su Haoran's neck.
"It's over!" Ji Jiao screamed in fright.
"Dizzy, I said he can't do it." Wu Aimin was obviously scared, but at this time he didn't forget to step on Su Haoran.
Roar!
Immediately afterwards, Han Zhang raised his head and opened his mouth, and two sharp fangs that were five meters and centimeters long protruded from his lips.
However, just when Han Miao stood up on tiptoes and was about to bite Su Haoran's neck, a black vortex like a projection suddenly appeared above Su Haoran's head.
"Huh? How come the extra-dimensional space in this tomb was broken?" Wu Aimin suddenly raised his head.
"There won't always be thunder and lightning, right?" Ji Jiao also raised her head, with a hint of hope in her eyes.
"Thunder and lightning!"
When Han Miao's fangs were just a hair away from biting through Su Haoran's neck, she suddenly raised her head, and then a look of indescribable fear appeared on her face.
Click!
Immediately, a thunderbolt as thick as a child's arm fell from the sky, instantly illuminating the dark stone chamber.
Last time Su Haoran swore on the rooftop of the company, it caused a thunder and lightning, and now the same thing happened again.
What's even more weird is that the thunder seemed to have spirituality. After falling, it split into two parts. One part hit Su Haoran's body, and the other part hit Han Miao's body.
"Ci'ao, it hurts even more than last time!"
Su Haoran was struck by lightning and fell to his knees on the ground with a thud. The moment his knees touched the ground, a network of cracks appeared on the stone ground.
On the other hand, Han Miao's situation is even worse. Although the corpse master's body is as strong as steel and its recovery ability is better than that of the reincarnation immortal body, this kind of physique belongs to the evil heretic after all, and thunder is her nemesis.
Han Miao was knocked backwards and flew more than ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground. The hospital gown on his body was blown into pieces, and green smoke continued to come out from his body and hair.
With just this move, Han Miao was equivalent to being defeated. No matter how strong she was, it was equivalent to losing half her life.
"Haha! Han Miao, are you comfortable?"
Su Haoran raised his head with difficulty. Smoke was also coming from his head, which was equally uncomfortable.
But the Human Emperor's tyrannical body was too strong. Although half of the thunder struck him very painfully, the remaining power of the current had a great tempering effect on his body.
Han Miao moved his hands slightly, and said with a sad smile: "You are finished, and I am finished too. If you lead Lei Lei into the tomb of hell, you will definitely attract the attention of the apostles."
apostle!
Su Haoran didn't know what kind of role it was, but Wu Aimin's face changed drastically when he heard it.
"You all have to die, you will all be sacrifices!"
At this moment, an eerie and shrill roar sounded, and it was like a torrent and a tsunami rushing towards Su Haoran and others from all directions.
Click!
At the same time, a stone door behind the sarcophagus exploded.
A young man of medium build, wearing Playboy men's clothing and with a yellow face, stepped out from behind the stone door.
"Xiahou Zimin!"
Su Haoran stood up suddenly.
"Damn it, it turns out that the appearance of the Hell Tomb was also caused by you, the culprit."
Ji Jiao also rushed forward and pointed her gun at the opponent.
Yes, the so-called apostle is none other than Xiahou Zimin.
Xiahou appeared today
The eldest young man has undergone tremendous changes from the past. His black pupils turned into deep purple, and there was a faint flash of electric arc.
The most striking feature is that there is a black vertical stripe between his eyebrows, giving people the illusion of beating flames.
"Su...Hao...ran!"
When Xiahou Zimin saw Su Hao, bursts of murderous aura rose up in his body, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable! In order to deal with you, I risked my life and went deep into Xiahou's ghost cave, and ended up accidentally gaining access to hell. As an apostle, I came to preside over this tomb. Originally, I wanted to completely integrate the origin of the ghost king's body before killing you, but I didn't expect you to find it yourself."
"Are you from the Xiahou Clan of the Ghost Sect?"
Before Su Haoran could reply, Wu Aimin rushed forward as if he had seen his father's enemy. He took out a red short knife from his pocket with his right hand and said viciously: "Everyone who belongs to the ghost sect should die."
Su Haoran took advantage of the situation and retreated, "Since you have a grudge, I will let him go to you."
"I..." Wu Aimin's momentum suddenly weakened.
"People from the Tianshi Sect deserve to die even more." Xiahou Zimin took the opportunity to rush forward and punched Wu Aimin in the chest.
This punch is too fast!
Su Haoran, who was watching, felt that Xiahou Zimin was no longer inferior to Han Miao in terms of speed.
Bang!
Wu Aimin was blown away by a punch without any surprise, and his shirt was completely blown to pieces. Fortunately, a spell tattoo on his chest suddenly lit up, blocking most of the force.
But even so, he was beaten until he coughed up blood, and the short knife in his hand flew several meters away.
"Very good, the descendants of the Tianshi Sect, as well as Su Haoran, are the targets I want to eradicate."
Xiahou Zimin laughed wildly, and he also pulled out a short knife from his waist, a black short knife, "Today I drew the souls of all of you as tonic to completely perfect the origin of my ghost king's body."
"Apostle, do you want to kill me too?"
Han Miao finally stood up. Her breath was weak, but her eyes were cold and scary.
Xiahou Zimin tilted his head slightly and said disdainfully: "Of course, the soul of a strong corpse master can increase my physical strength by several levels!"
"Then you go to hell!" Han Miao punched Xiahou Zimin.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Xiahou Zimin swung his sword to attack.
puff!
Zimei's indestructible body was actually broken by Xiahou Zimin's black sword.
Han Miao's fist was cut open with a knife, reaching straight to his forearm.
However, Han Miao seemed to have been prepared. Her wound healed quickly, and she actually stuck the black knife in her arm bone, and at the same time shouted: "Su Haoran, you are not going to take action?"
"Red Linked Sword Technique, Karmic Fire Generates Lotus Style!"
Without her shouting, Su Haoran had already taken action. With the blessing of the Sixteenth Great Secret Treasure, a sword energy that seemed to illuminate the entire stone chamber penetrated Xiahou Zimin's chest, bringing out a stream of scarlet blood.
Unfortunately, the body of the Ghost King is extremely restorative, and Xiahou Zimin has the ability to use souls to cultivate his body, so his wounds can heal quickly.
"You devil, go to hell!"
Ji Jiao also fired, and bullets rained down towards Xiahou Zimin.
"It's useless, I'm not afraid of guns!"
Xiahou Zimin waved his left hand and caught six bullets in a row.
"Su, Su..."
Wu Aimin, who fell to the ground, spoke with difficulty, called Su Haoran to his side, and asked in a low voice: "I'm afraid I'm wrong, tell me the truth, are you, are you... the Human Emperor's hegemonic body?"
"Yes, is it useful?" Su Haoran asked.
"The blood of the born human king can kill the body of the ghost king." When Wu Aimin said these words, he raised his hand and pointed at the red man who fell a few meters away.
Color short sword, "use Tianshi sword!"
puff!
Just as Wu Aimin was talking to Su Haoran, Xiahou Zimin suddenly drew his knife and cut off half of Han Miao's forearm.
"You are just a corpse leader, but you are nothing under the sword of my Ghost King?" Xiahou Zimin gained the upper hand with his sword and kicked Han Miao away.
At this time, Su Haoran had already picked up the Tianshi Sword. He held the blade with his left hand and lightly wiped it, and a bright red blood of the Tyrant Body filled the blade.
At the same time, Xiahou Zimin rushed in front of Ji Jiao like a ghost, and said with a ferocious face: "Big girl, I hate tall women like you. I will take your soul for nourishment first."
puff!
The black Ghost King's Sword thrust out fiercely, and at the critical moment, Su Haoran rushed in with all his strength and knocked Ji Jiao away, but the Ghost King's Sword nailed him hard on the chest.
"Ouch! An unexpected gain!"
Xiahou Zimin's eyes flashed with pride, and he laughed and said: "I thought you were a tenacious opponent, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid, you actually..."
"Su Haoran!"
Seeing Su Haoran getting stabbed, Ji Jiao screamed loudly: "Why are you so stupid? Why are you so nice to me?"
"Haha! It's worth it!"
Su Haoran raised an evil sneer at the corner of his mouth, flipped his right hand, and the Tianshi knife stabbed into Xiahou Zimin's heart with a pop, "I have a special physique, you can't kill me with one knife, and I can recover quickly.
Come here. You and I have fought against each other for the first time, so you didn’t notice it, right?"
Xiahou Zimin also sneered: "I'm not that easy to die, don't you know? You... you... ah!"
Suddenly, Xiahou Zimin's facial features were severely distorted.
His feet weakened and he staggered back a few steps. Black blood continued to gush out from the pit of his heart.
This is a situation where the essence of the ghost king's body is damaged and the blood from his heart is leaked.
"Why is this happening? How could you kill me?" Xiahou Zimin's breathing became faster and faster, and his lips lost color.
Su Haoran smiled and covered the handle of the Ghost King Sword on his chest, and said loudly: "You have the body of the Ghost King, and I have the body of the Human Emperor. My blood is born to be your nemesis. You will not die unjustly."
thump!
Xiahou Zimin knelt on the ground, his breath getting weaker and weaker, and he said with a sad smile: "If I die, you will have to pay for the burial. The Ghost King Sword is also called the Soul-Eating Sword. You won't survive."
"It's a pity that your knife didn't really hurt me!"
Su Haoran pulled out the Ghost King Sword and his shirt was shattered at the same time.
At this time, everyone saw that the Ghost King's sword was nailed to a shield the size of a plate.
"This is my... evil-proof..."
"That's right, it's the evil-proof shield I snatched from you. Fortunately, this magic weapon of yours saved me, God's will!"
After Su Haoran said these words, the evil-proof shield shattered with a click, and the Ghost King's sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Immediately afterwards, Xiahou Zimin completely lost his breath and could not close his eyes until he died.
"Finally the culprit was killed!" Wu Aimin, who was seriously injured, relaxed and fainted.
"Su Haoran, thank you."
Ji Jiao looked at Su Haoran, stood at attention and saluted: "On behalf of the Ningzhou Police Station, I would like to express my gratitude to you. On behalf of the victims who were harmed by Xiahou Zimin, I would like to express my gratitude to you. I will report it to the police station and reward you."
of."
Su Haoran said nonchalantly: "The words of thanks are all empty, and I don't want the honor of being rewarded. I only do what I think is right."
"Then..." Ji Jiao twisted for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, kissed Su Haoran on the cheek, and whispered: "This is my personal expression of gratitude to you, thank you for saving my life.