Chapter 31 is ridiculous

The time of a stick of incense is fleeting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhou Ping pulled Wang Yong, then took out a mourning knife from the storage bag and gestured with his eyes.

Wang Yong comprehended, slowly squatted up, and then suddenly exerted his strength, his body shot out like a cannonball, and he had already pulled out the soul breaking gun in the air, pulled a spear flower, and stabbed it at the center of the cold night eyebrows, Zhou Ping hid the knife behind him and followed Wang Yong to rush out.

Han Ye's face remained unchanged, he pulled out the iron knife to block his eyebrows, the tip of the gun was pierced on the knife surface, Wang Yong stopped due to resistance, Zhou Ping appeared next to him and slashed down, Han Ye raised his knife to resist, when there was a bang, a spark appeared out of thin air, and Zhou Ping was also blocked by the offensive.

Han Ye looked at the two of them playfully, got up slowly, and did not forget to pat the dust on his buttocks, swallowed Tianying Dan into his stomach with a roll of his tongue, and suddenly a warm current appeared in the dantian, taking advantage of the effort of absorbing the medicinal power, Han Ye asked with a smile, "I have always been curious, what kind of fate will make you two miscellaneous mercenaries not hesitate to offend so many mercenaries, even if they are idle mercenaries, but paper can't contain the fire."

Wang Yong shook off his spear and didn't speak, and Zhou Ping replied, 'Stinky boy, if you want to trap us when you die, paper can't hold the fire, but if you get rid of it, the fire will be extinguished'.

Han Ye sighed helplessly, held the iron knife in his backhand, and said with a smile, "You are very unpopular."

Zhou Ping was about to speak, but Wang Yong suddenly put the spear across his head and shouted. Be careful', just finished speaking, the cold night that appeared in front of him slashed at Wang Yong's gun with a backhand, the spear shook, Wang Yong took a few steps back before re-gripping the soul breaking gun, a seemingly random move, he had already beaten the tiger's mouth numb, Zhou Ping was also ruthless, the tiger and tiger of the mourning knife dance and the cold night fought in one place, the cold night squeezed coldly, and the milky white flying sword qi shot straight at Wang Yong, Wang Yong snorted coldly, and the spear swept to crush all the sword qi.

Zhou Ping saw that Han Ye could still attack Wang Yong in the case of fighting with him, and immediately became angry, using his housekeeping skills, refining qi surging towards the mourning knife, the knife flashed green light, and barbs grew on the back of the knife, and the originally cold and cold mourning knife is now a little more hideous.

The smile on the cold night remained unchanged, and he responded calmly, and after colliding with the mourning knife filled with qi refining after a few tricks, it was still simple and thick, but the light on the mourning knife was slightly fainter.

Drops of sweat already appeared on Zhou Ping's head, but they still had to buy time for Wang Yong, because Wang Yong was their killer move.

Han Ye had already seen through this, except for the chaotic flying sword qi at the beginning, he didn't care about Wang Yong, he also longed for the strength of his opponent.

After a few breaths, just when Zhou Ping couldn't support it, Wang Yong roared, and the soul breaker spear rushed into the cold night void a little, a huge metal gun head came out of the air, and then stabbed along a straight line towards the cold night, Zhou Ping heard Wang Yong's roar and attacked a few moves, and then flashed to the side, there was only the sound of the gun head rubbing against the air and Wang Yong's cold words, 'Double-headed snake strike, gun'.

Cold night alone in the face of the increasingly close and close huge gun head, no sorrow or joy, one hand holding the halberd sweep, it is such a casual move but it seems to cut through the air, with a whining sound of breaking wind swept towards the gun head, a snap like the sound of a mirror breaking, the gun head shattered in response to the sound, turned into a point of light scattered in the void, and the cold night was not comfortable After taking two steps back, his face was a little ugly.

Before he could stand firm in the cold night, Wang Yong pushed out with a palm, and shouted in a deep voice, 'Double-headed snake strike, palm', and when he finished speaking, a red light rose in front of him, and the light turned into a light palm in the blink of an eye, which was larger than the spear head just now, and could be as tall as a person, although it was not as fast as the spear head just now, but it was better than the heavy, and a ravine was plowed on the ground, and the air suddenly became heavy.

The smile of the cold night was magnified, he felt the crisis of life and death on this light palm, he was not afraid, he was very happy, he liked the feeling of shuttling between life and death, especially after the incident of Dongfang Zhun, he wanted to become stronger, on the one hand, he wanted to protect the little confusion, on the other hand, he wanted to become stronger, the blood in his bones belonged to the kind of blood that died if he was not strong, he liked this cannibalistic world, because he was a man-eating monster himself.

Zhou Ping gasped beside him, and his smile was not enlarged, so he froze on his face, because he saw Han Ye smile, and then swept the halberd like the previous times, but after this sweep, Han Ye put the halberd across his chest again, sat on his horse with a heavy waist, and he chose to use the attack move just now to defend, and made head-on contact with Wang Yong's bare palm.

Bang, time and 、、、

The moment the bare palm came into contact with the euphorbia of the cold night, the cold night's qi and blood immediately rolled, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of it, and although the tooth hall was clenched, there were still traces of blood oozing out of the corners of the mouth.

The light palm did not dissipate, but pushed the cold night to keep retreating, the cold night Huangquan halberd became hot again, the Zhenlong Purgatory under his feet stepped out, after taking seven steps, the left foot stepped back, splashing a cloud of dust, the ground cracked into a basketball-sized spider web, the faint black fog on the surface of the cold night body was all sucked back into the body in an instant, the green tendons on the head were supported by blood like a small snake, the halberd across the chest was only pushed forward by three inches, and the light palm was cut in half from it.

Han Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled again, dragged the halberd upside down, and walked towards Wang Yong.

Wang Yong looked frightened and took a few steps back before he calmed down, exhaled the cool air in his lungs, raised the gun again, hugged the thick gun head and shot at the cold night with a whooshing sound, the cold night sneered, and said, 'Qian donkey skills are poor', and then ran the word trick to Zhou Ping's side, and swept on Zhou Ping's left face, Zhou Ping only felt a gust of wind blowing, and then the left half of his body was painfully numb, and when he was conscious, he had been kicked to Wang Yong's feet by the cold night.

After doing this, he returned to the same place on the cold night, when the spear had just broken the giant tree behind him.

Han Ye looked at Wang Yong like a clown, and said, "This is your plan, don't you think it's ridiculous?" You're out of gas now, aren't you? ’。

Wang Yong was also very puzzled, why was it that the same was a small condensation realm, and the refining qi in the cold night was so much thicker than his own, and he and Zhou Ping were already a little exhausted, why the cold night was still alive and well.

Zhou Ping sharpened his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, don't lie to us, I don't believe your anger is so long, everyone is the end of the crossbow, what are you pretending?" ’。

Hanye shook his head with a smile and said, "You are very unkind, but you are stupid and cute, my anger is so long, and I am still hard-mouthed when I die, either I am afraid of death, or I am an idiot."

Wang Yong held Zhou Ping's shoulder with one hand, and stabbed the Soul Breaking Gun into Zhou Ping's dantian with the other, Zhou Ping's face suddenly turned pale, and his mouth was full of blood foam, but his voice was still clear.

'Brother Wang, why are you 、、、?'

Poof, poof.

Without waiting for Zhou Ping to finish his last words, Wang Yong pulled out the spear, and then stuffed the spear into Zhou Ping's jaw, the tip of the spear came out directly in the heavenly spirit cover, Wang Yong wiped the blood sprayed on his face, and said, 'If you don't die, we will all die'.

'If he dies, you will die too'.

'If he's dead, I won't die, maybe you won't die either, but I'll live'.

'I'm looking forward to it'.

After Han Ye finished speaking, he looked at the red soul breaking spear, and it seemed that in his eyes, this blood-sucking spear brought him more fun than Wang Yong.

Feeling the ignorance of the cold night, Wang Yong slapped his lower abdomen and forced out a mouthful of essence blood, and the essence blood spit on the spear, and there was a sound of sizzling on the spear, and then when it could be seen by the naked eye, the spear turned into two red meat balls, and then the meat balls changed again, one became the previous spear head, and the other became a one-person-high giant palm, but the only difference from the previous one was that both the spear head and the giant palm were as scarlet as blood.

The cold night also became solemn, and he had a feeling that no matter how he dodged, even if he used the word trick, he couldn't avoid the spear head and the giant palm.

The cold night is locked.

After performing this trick, Wang had no courage, and even the hair on his sideburns tended to turn white, and he was no longer able to stand on the ground, slumped on the ground like mud, and he also wanted to see how this difficult kid would deal with his killer weapon.

Do you die on a cold night?

The answer is yes, it certainly won't die.

The cold night took a long breath, refining qi surging towards the Huangquan halberd, the obscure lines on the reddish-brown halberd body emitted a faint light, the cool touch became hot, both hands swept the halberd, and shouted in a low voice, 'Cut the Yellow Spring', a white flame of light rose above the two halberd leaves, and the light flame was a reddish-brown halberd leaf in the heart, which was indescribably demonic.

In the blink of an eye, the flame on the halberd collided with the huge spear head that arrived first, and the spear head scattered into the void with a snap, and the flame on the halberd was not extinguished.

The two eyes of the cold night were purple unexpectedly, and then shouted in a low voice, "Chop the Yellow Spring again", the fish Jiao in the dantian roared loudly, the refining qi surged again, the temperature of the hot halberd then rose, and the swaying light on the halberd leaf slammed and burned, it seemed that the cold night was not holding the Huangquan halberd at this moment, but a torch, with a raging momentum, the cold night waved the halberd and the subsequent giant palm collided together.

The giant palm was cut off all of a sudden, the broken palm snapped and fell to the ground, the plants on the ground corroded a large area, and the Huangquan Euphorbia in the cold night also turned into a point of light and disappeared, the cold night shook his arm, looking at the double-headed snake spirit pattern in the palm of his hand, although it was dim, at least it still existed, that is to say, the power of the Huangquan Euphorbia was not used up.

In the cold night, he picked up the iron knife with his toes and slowly approached the depressed Wang Yong.

Wang Yong seemed to have lost his soul, and repeated a sentence in a daze, 'Why is it so strong, why is it so strong'.

Until Wang Yong was stabbed in the cold night, he still didn't know the answer he wanted to know.

Conspiracy is so ridiculous in the face of absolute power.

At this time in the cold night, I was willing to relax, and the battle of wits and courage just now, and the hard work just now, all need to recover well.

Sitting down, his hands fabricated the seal again, calming the surging blood qi, the refining qi in the dantian slowly flowed along with the cultivation route of the Ice Heart Jue, and the Yujiao Yuan Shen was also hidden in the Ancient Realm of the Gods, the Ice Emperor was as silent as ever, and a faint black smoke the size of a fingernail was born on the surface of his body from time to time, and then it was sucked back into the body by the skin, I have to say that the body that has been moistened by the demonic qi is indeed better than ordinary people in terms of recovery.

An hour later, the cold night stood up, the ancient well was not waveless, there was no compelling momentum, carrying the iron knife and strolling along the direction of the Bone Beast's escape, he believed that Wang Yong and Zhou Ping would definitely make him feel excited.

After walking for more than half an hour, even the cold night was a little dizzy, and he didn't know if he could still find the Bone Beast, he came to the giant tree, and the Ice Emperor said at this time, "There is a treasure in the tree."

The cold night smiled heartily, and the cat's waist went into the tree hole, although the twilight had come, but the night eye of the cold night still allowed him to see clearly, and the four star-shaped fruits were lying alone in the tree hole.

The Ice Emperor then said, 'Four hundred years of poisonous star grass, although the main trunk does not have it, these four fruits can also be treasured'.

Cold Night threw them into the storage bag one by one and asked, 'Can this fruit help me advance?' ’。

The Ice Emperor sneered, his teeth clicked, and he said, "The Poison Star Grass Fruit can be used as the main medicine of the Poison Pill, and if you eat it in Changhong Realm, you will die and live, as long as you think you are more resistant to poison than Changhong Realm, you can try it."

Han Ye smiled embarrassedly, and before he could continue to transmit the sound, his hair immediately rose up, his heart seemed to be pinched, and before he could turn around, he was hit by a black shadow, leaving a hole in the giant tree, and flew out as if he had been hit by a train.

And the initiator of all this is the Bone Beast that was beaten away by the cold night just now, the cold night looked at the Bone Beast in front of him and his heart was half cold, the body of this beast did not change, the white bone head became as crystal clear as jade, and there was a red light beating in the dark eyes.

The Ice Emperor was also very shocked, and said, "This beast must have eaten the main trunk of the Poison Star Grass, and now it is a fourth-order peak demon beast, and it is worthy of the peak realm of human condensation, you have to be careful."

Cold night rubbed his hot and sore chest, slowly got up, suddenly ran the line of words, and his body flashed to the side of the iron knife, just picked up the iron knife, the bone beast opened its mouth, roared and pounced, the cold night line word trick then ran and immediately retreated, but it was still a step slower, and the clothes on the chest were torn by the claws of the bone beast, although it did not hurt the flesh and skin, but it still scared the cold night into a cold sweat.

After the bone beast struck twice, it had the upper hand, so it roared twice and smiled helplessly in the cold night, this beast is really ****** a sperm.

The cold night slowly retreated, and the bone-stealing beast followed step by step, and when the cold night stopped, the bone-biting beast swayed back and forth looking for the flaws in the cold night.

The Ice Emperor, who had been silent for a while, once again said, 'Boy, run, you are not its opponent'.

Cold Night spat out a mouthful of blood and said, 'Do you think I can run faster than it?' ’。

The Ice Emperor replied, "This emperor guesses that in such a short period of time, this beast should not be able to refine the medicinal power of the Poison Star Grass, after all, it is a fourth-order spirit grass for four hundred years, maybe it is also a fox and a fake tiger now, you run first, and the rest will take one step at a time."

Han Ye, who was still killing all sides just now, was chased away by a brute at this time, and Han Ye felt that he was ridiculous, even more ridiculous than Wang Yong, Zhou Ping and those mercenaries who were pitted.

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