Every self-question and answer from Zhang Qi dealt a heavy blow to Fuqiutian's heart. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Fuqiu Tian trembled, his face was so hideous that it was indescribable, and a fierce and furious aura poured out of his body, grabbing Zhang Qi's throat like lightning, and the claw shadows continued out of thin air, and appeared around Zhang Qi at the same time.

Standing in front of the tripod, Zhang Qi seemed to be in place, but the fist shadow with supreme domineering, from all directions continued to blast out, the agitated energy made the pillars and beams of the hall shattered, the spirit cards on the god platform were blown around, Zhang frowned, waved his hand, and all the spirit cards returned to their positions steadily. Zhang Qi moved, his legs were like a mountain, kicked and destroyed the magic weapon that Fuqiu Tiangang had just sacrificed, kicked his protective magic skills, and finally kicked him hard, kicking him so much that he was spurting blood, screaming and falling out of the hall.

The deserted garden behind the main hall is like a Shura field. At the beginning, there were six disciples who followed Fuqiu Tian, but now they have been skinned, like six blood-drenched worms, wriggling on the ground. What's even more terrifying is that they desperately tore off the flesh and blood on their bodies, piece by piece, stuffed into their mouths and chewed, and the bones were full of jagged bones. The scream that Zhang Qi heard was the last disciple who was skinned at the moment when Fuqiu Tian unlocked his seal, and now the six disciples have been destroyed by Fuqiu, I don't know what secret method was used, and they have become the living dead.

"You're not Wu Tsering!Who are you?" Fuqiu Tian, who was seriously injured, swallowed a spirit pill, and asked in horror while using his skills to heal his wounds. "Does it matter who I am? You trash!" Zhang Qi finally thought of a slam, in line with Fuqiutian, "Why are you doing this? Honestly, I'll let you die a little better." Zhang Qi's words were extremely cold. Fuqiu Tianjie laughed a few times and then spoke: "No matter who you are, I said that if I want to take your skeleton, I will definitely be able to do it, the deeper your mana, the more valuable the skeleton, take a good look at them, and you will be the same later!"

As soon as the words fell, a skeleton with jade bones appeared in front of Fuqiu Tian. He slapped his palm on his chest, forcing out a large mouthful of essence blood and spraying it on the skeleton. As if it had gained life, the skeleton quickly turned into several feet tall, exuding an extremely dangerous aura. Fuqiu Tian pinched the spell in his hand, recited a few incantations in a low voice, and the marrow stared at Zhang Qi violently with his eyes, grinding his teeth a few times, and rushing towards Zhang Qi like the top of a mountain. Zhang Qi quickly dodged away, and the eyebrow raising sword flashed and slashed on the skeleton, and the invincible eyebrow raising sword did not work this time, leaving only a shallow trace on the jade bone.

The skull claws swept across with the yin wind, and they didn't dare to take it hard, they dodged it again, and the aura was extremely lucky, and they hit the skull with the most fierce stacking wave punch, and the four fist shadows continued to bombard the skull, and in the dull low roar, the marrow was beaten backwards, but only shook the huge head and rushed over again.

From the deserted garden to the cemetery, all the ghosts and ghosts are hidden. The disciples passing by, seeing it from a distance, all avoided it, that battle for the head, imposing, dangerous, by no means they dared to get involved, no matter which side wins, they are not allowed to destroy the people next to them by the way. The more Zhang Qi fought, the more frightened he became, if it weren't for the inflexibility of the skeleton, he would have been unable to hold on, but if he continued to fight like this, it would be a matter of time before he fell, because magic skills and magic swords could not cause damage to the skeleton. He also tried to attack the floating hill directly, but he was extremely cunning, just dodging around the skeleton, and he was extremely fast.

But there will be no such opportunity in the future, Zhang Qi will never be reconciled, not to mention that Fuqiu Tian is extremely vicious, and if he escapes, it is difficult to guarantee that he has no backhand. In order to save aura, Zhang Qi also began to fight, observe and think, and no longer collide with skeletons. This skeleton should be a unique magic weapon in the Bone Cave, no matter how powerful it is, it is only controlled by the Qi Practitioner's sacrifice, and it must have weaknesses, but it has not been discovered yet.

Dodging the swept bone claws again, he opened his sword and slashed out a sword light, the sword light slashed right at the knuckle, and a phalanx bone was cut off. May it be so!!! In the memory of my previous life, there was a story of blistering and solving the cow, and today, I want to raise my eyebrows and solve the skeleton!

A sword flew by, one of the upper limbs was broken, and then another sword, the legs were broken at the knees, and the skeleton several feet high fell to the ground with a bang, and tried to struggle to stand up, but two streamers flashed, and the skeleton was only left with the torso and head. As the skeleton was broken, Fuqiu Tian spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his breath was sluggish.

The cold killing machine locked the floating hill sky. He was obviously desperate, but his eyes flashed with viciousness, and without hesitation, he took out a jade bottle, poured the contents into his mouth and swallowed it. After a few breaths, his hair was all white, he suddenly grew old, all the robes he was wearing were shattered, and his bare body did not have a trace of blood, only his eyes were crimson. Fuqiu Tian raised his hands up, raised his head and chanted the words: "With my vitality, with my longevity, sacrifice the bone spirit, possess it!"

An inexplicable aura surged around, and a sense of life and death crisis rose from Zhang Qi's heart. Just as he was about to slash the fang, the skeleton that fell to the ground automatically decomposed and instantly embedded in Fuqiutian's body, forming an armor like an exoskeleton. Under the skull's eyes, the crimson eyes stared at him and opened, and between the skull's mouth opened and closed, he made a chilling sound: "I want you to tear off every trace of flesh on your bones! I want you to wipe every drop of blood off your bones! I want you to plant your soul, resentment, and anger on your bones! I want you to become my bone slave for thousands of years!"

This is a vicious curse, the sea of knowledge that opens up, out of nothing, there is a kind of net of rules, to put a Qingming Lingtai into it, but that side of the Qingming Lingtai, the eight winds do not move, as soon as the net of rules is close, it is bounced open, and the starlight of the heavenly river reappears, and the net of rules is taken away between the turbulent and galloping, and it is invisible.

Zhang Qi was just in a moment of suddenness, and his heart was calm. This kind of life-and-death struggle in an instant is unimaginable to occur between two qi practitioners. The power of the curse, the ghosts and gods are unpredictable, and the floating hill heaven can actually be used! The Xinghe Soul Washing Platform, Zhang Qi was actually formed during the Qi training period, regardless of other factors, the two of them are Tianjiao. In just a few breaths, Zhang Qi didn't realize the danger at all, and the floating hill under the white bone armor, his crimson eyes burst, and the curse was backlashing, cutting off all his ways of life. There is no way out, it is hysterical madness, the floating hill sky is miserable and strange, desperate to kill Zhang Qi, raising his eyebrows and slashing at the joints, it has no effect. Protected by white bone armor, Fuqiutian seems to be immune to all attacks, and Zhang Qi can only keep dodging, but Fuqiutian's speed is extremely fast, and he follows like a shadow.

"You can't run away! Before I die, I will also dismantle your bones with my own hands!" Fu Qiutian kept roaring, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, his body was scratched by bone claws, and his left arm was broken when he was blocking. In an instant of life and death, Zhang Qi suddenly thought that there was still a magic technique that had not been used.

A sword light slashed at the skull, not sharp, but it condensed the will of the powerful divine sense, invisible and shadowless penetrated the skull, smashing the already chaotic spirit platform of Fuqiu Tian. Xuan Ming Slash! The secret magic technique of the Xuan Ming Temple was used by an outsider to behead an elite disciple, which is really impermanent.