parentshiftbook Chapter 267 The Evil Spirits of the Underworld
Chapter 267 The Evil Spirits of the Underworld
Fang Zheng confronted xue jiang with a knife!
Knowing everything,
Under the river of blood, a large number of blood worms emerged.
It was densely packed.
Like a tidal wave passing through the sea, the ground pounced on Fang Zheng.
The Jiuyang Shengang in his body was transported at top speed, and the Ghost head knife in his hand was chopped, burning, and boiling nine yang true gas point exploded the air temperature. The red knife gas contained the energy rolling to the sun, such as the explosion of the waves, which ignited in an instant and vaporized the blood worm around him.
But more blood bugs still came ashore.
Fang Zheng's hot knife slashed out, and when the blood worm touched the sun's hot energy, it was burned to ashes on the spot.
Faced with these blood bugs, Fang Zheng calmed down and repeatedly cut them out.
Mu ran!
Fang Zheng felt his back like a needle, and his hair was bristling. It was due to his biological instinct for danger. Fang Zheng could not think of it. The cold Ghost head knife, more than a meter long in his hand, was facing behind him with a flick.
A woman with long black hair appeared behind her. Her black hair fell to her chest. She could not see her features clearly. She could only see a pair of bloodshot eyes behind her long black hair.
It was a pair of terrifying eyes that were a little bigger than normal and covered with red blood.
"Child, child, have you seen my child..." The grumbling spirit murmured sorrowfully.
Fang Zheng's flick was just enough to stop the resentful spirit from grabbing his arm from behind, but the resentful spirit was faster.
Whoosh!
Disappear in place.
When he reappeared, it was already behind Fang Zheng's turn.
Fang Zheng sensed the wind behind him, and the real energy in his body was surging violently. The blade spun around his body, rumbling! An explosion.
He and the spirit of complaint took a few steps back.
"Is this the true power of a complete underworld, a century-old ghost?"
He killed two hundred-year objects before and after, both of which were weakened.
Similarly, he had killed the evil spirits of the underworld twice before and after, which was not his full strength.
This battle was his first head-on battle with a hundred-year-old ghost at the peak of his power after half a month of hard work. He did not expect that half a month later, even with the Ghost head knife in his hands, he did not gain much.
But Fang Zheng was fearless, and with a long knife in his hand, he took the initiative.
But at this time, the spirit of grievance flew out with the help of the force on the knife, and then disappeared again in mid-air. When it reappeared, it was above Fang Zheng's head, like a nightmare.
Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques!
Harden!
Fang Zheng was tired of playing hide-and-seek, standing in place, trying to take a hard hit. As soon as the breath inside his body changed, he saw the 72 layers of cicada membrane on his skin, which instantly expanded and hardened, switching to the shape of an ancient temple copper bell with a golden glaze.
Bang!
It was deafening, like the sound of a copper bell striking. The ghost's claws seemed to be grasping on a real copper bell, cutting and sparking with metal.
Bang, bang, bang, the copper bell blocked the huge force from above the head of the impact, the ground could not bear the huge pressure, inch by inch crack, the copper bell was instantly shot into the ground about ten centimeters, crack, boom!
The copper clock was broken by the ghost's claw!
The five fingers of the resentful spirit on the top of his head grabbed the chinese side's positive aftereffect, clang!
The screeching and grinding of gold and iron made sparks fly everywhere. Fang Zheng's body, which had been trained to this day, was much stronger than steel.
Wheeze!
Just a little, just a little bit. When the ghost claw was about to be exhausted, Fang Zheng's skin and flesh were still scratched out of five blood marks.
Blood soaked the clothes.
If it had been Fang Zheng half a month ago, facing the century-old ghosts of his heyday, perhaps this claw would have turned into minced meat and his body would have been torn into pieces by the sharp claws.
But that was only if.
Fang Zheng can no longer speak on the same day as half a month ago!
It was an ice-cold hand, as if a thousand years of ice had stuck to the flesh and blood of Fang Zheng's stamina. It made the flesh and blood of his stamina turn green and black, and it was yin qi entering his body.
The Jiuyang Shengang in his body was stimulated and automatically protected against the yin qi from the aftereffect. Fang Zheng was not afraid to react angrily, "Good!"
"Get down here!"
Fang Zheng's eyes widened in anger as he pushed the Jiuyang Shengang inside him to the extreme. The blade was buzzing and shaking, and there were masculine and scorching waves of energy coming out from the snow-white blade in circles, with a ferocious momentum, the Fire Intensity Broadsword Techniques!
The Ghost head knife, with its cold gleam, struck at the resentful spirit whose strength was exhausted above its head.
Indestructible Seal! Air illusion!
The snow-white blade made a false move, avoiding the clutches of another ghost's claw. It was just a phantom of the illusion of qi. The real knife move was the moment the empty door opened wide, the cold and shining Ghost head knife turned into a phantom of the extremely fast knife light, the cold and cold light with a swift blade blade, making Fang Zheng like a mad devil and slash out.
Ten knives!
Twenty knives!
The air boils, the water evaporates, and the blade moves against the air at an extremely high speed, carrying a blazing heat wave.
It's a quick knife, and it's about a series of moves. Once the advantage of a series of moves is displayed, the speed of the knife shadow increases and the killing power becomes more and more domineering.
Fang Zheng was just like a crazy Broadsword Techniques who was using a crazy demon. In his hand, the Ghost head knife continuously attacked the excellent blade shadow and hacked it out from various tricky angles. The speed of the resentful spirit gradually couldn't follow the blade shadow, and the number of times it could resist the blade light was less and less. The sword was forty!
The extreme high temperature on the blade finally ignited the air, and the ghostly blade ignited an extremely high temperature flame, which was an anode flame.
All of a sudden, the killing power became even more overbearing.
Under extreme speed, even a piece of paper could cut through steel, and the world's martial arts could not be broken quickly. It has never been the case since ancient times.
The spirit of resentment in the air, unable to exert any force, was directly attacked by Fang Zheng in the air. Fifty knives! Sixty knives!
The whining, the pain, the heavy killing on the Ghost head knife, and the fervent masculinity of the Jiuyang Shengang made her scream.
Fang Zheng didn't hold back!
Knife 70! Knife 81!
Ninety-one hundred and ninety-one knives in a row! Boom!
The moment the knife was struck, the flame on the blade suddenly exploded into a pillar of fire, which engulfed the spirit of resentment.
Ah!
From the pillar of fire came the screams of grievances.
Indestructible Seal! I'm so angry!
When the ninety-one strike was completed and there was a momentary gap between the knife strokes, Fang Zheng used his true qi to detect the movement of the resentful spirit. He carried with him the decisiveness of the youth of this age, Voldemort King Kong Seal!
The blood and qi in his body swelled and burned. He ignited three fires into three bearish furnaces, and the breath of yang fire rolled down the fist marks on his left hand. Bang!
The speed limit brought about an air explosion, which was so fast that it seemed like it was about to break through the sound barrier.
Bang!
The thud of fists to flesh, no!
Fang Zheng immediately sensed the abnormality in his fist. The fist missed just a little bit and the resentful spirit ran faster than a line, escaping from the enemy.
As soon as Fang Zheng fu realized that something was wrong, he did not hesitate. He stepped on the ground, and the Ghost head knife in his right hand had been swiftly stirred into the flame pillar.
Poof!
When the pillar of fire dissipated, the spirit of grievance had disappeared. Only a woman in Fang Zheng's left hand had broken her leg.
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