"Jung-sook, run~!" Han Gangqiang shouted with a sigh of relief. As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person softened to the ground. His body, although not too strong, is not weak either. At this point, it's like a dry skeleton. His black hair fell to just a few gray hairs. His dry hand lifted slightly. His throat was like the "popping" sound of a blower. The sound of "click". His bones fell to the ground, and the breath of life quickly vanished.

"Big brother, big brother~!" The woman in white, especially since she didn't want to shout a few words, his hand hadn't been put down, the lightning in the sky was still a thunderbolt Kara pouring down, her head turned back, her eyes looked, the woman was instantly stunned, "Brother......" The voice was like the sound of the wind blowing from the bellows that had been broken for many years, although she knew that Han Gang used the ban and finally died, but when she really saw Han Gang's body, the woman in white still couldn't tell how heartbroken she was.

"Brother ......" The second voice was forced to suffocate with grief, biting his lip, and even with blood and tears on his lips, it was no longer important at this time, and there were two drops of blood in the eyes of the woman in white.

"Does it hurt? The pain is right, the closest to your pain, give you enough pain to make up for the crime you committed against me today, but my brother, you still have to pay for the damage he suffered~!" A cold voice suddenly sounded in my ears. The white woman's body turned sharply, her hand still refusing to let it go. If Han Gang was still alive, she could only see a black shadow clinging to her sister.

The woman in white turned her head frantically, and even struck lightning at his side at any cost, although the powerful lightning did not directly enter the body, but the instantaneous energy, the numbness it bringed, still shocked this person's heart.

"Curse, hehe, so what~!" At this moment, a man wearing black armor, full of black hair, and dancing was floating in front of him, his hands, wrapped in uncomfortable black gas, just a faint word, and then grabbed, "snap", a thick arm lightning was directly caught by him into a piece of lightning.

"How is this possible?" The eyes of the woman in white were instantly recognized by the boss, and the two drops of blood in the corners of her eyes were also very oozing, but compared to Wang Teng in front of her, it was much less, with black tattoos at the corners of her eyes, even the sword eyebrows on her sideburns, pure black lips, and her whole body was full of evil, and her every move carried the momentum of Conan, the destroyer.

"Why not? Did you die alone, or did I take you on your way?" Wang Teng grabbed another lightning bolt next to him. The lightning was cut off momentarily in the middle, perhaps deliberately. A small lightning bolt played between his fingers like a naughty little snake. This light-hearted sentence allowed Fang Buddha to say something that could not have been easier.

"You killed the young master, you also killed my brother, now, you want to kill me~!"? The woman in white asked half-questioning, half-refusing, maybe she was shocked, the blow was too great. She asked this sentence very ridiculously. "Hahahaha~!" Wang Teng looked up to the sky and laughed. After he became a demon, his body became much stronger. In the midst of laughter, the muscles in his upper body beat rhythmically.

"The stupider the person leads to the devil, and the more stupid the person leads to the ghost. Should I praise your IQ, or should I reflect on my IQ?" Wang Teng smiled, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and looked solemnly at the woman in front of him whose fingers stopped beating.

"Die, die clean, blame, blame, you fell in love with protecting the little devil and chose the wrong enemy. Wang Teng's hand stretched forward, obviously he was five steps away from the woman in white, if it weren't for this distance, the woman in white would not have been able to talk to him so calmly, but in the eyes of the owner of the five steps safe distance, it was broken by Wang Teng's hand.

The black fingers grabbed the throat of the woman in white fiercely, and the entangled black gas poured on the skin like sulfuric acid, there was no piercing "tingling" sound, and there was no unpleasant black smoke, but what could be seen with the naked eye was dilapidated, first the skin, then the muscles, just a little abrasion, and the entire neck and chin of the woman in white were all exposed bloody bones, which looked scary.

"You... Who are you, why, why have you become so powerful?" asked the woman in white, whose mouth was still reluctant to open. "Thanks to you, um, healed?" Wang Teng's eyes showed doubts, only to see that the piece of meat that had been eliminated turned out to be the meat that had grown back quickly, and in a moment, the neck, which was originally only bones, turned out to be radiant, white, soft and tired.

"Brother~!" the woman in white looked down sadly at Han Gang not far away. Her hand finally dropped weakly. The power of healing is the essence of the life that Han Gang injected into her body. Broken bones regenerate. Dead trees welcome spring. This is an ancient forbidden art that has disappeared for 30 years.

This prohibition is the injection of one person's life into another person's body, which, like necromancy, is disrespectful to life and has been strictly forbidden by the Holy See. "Haha, good stuff, I want it. Wang Teng exerted his hands hard, his mouth opened slightly, and suddenly a black breath jumped out from his black lips, and the black gas quickly turned into a black morning glory, and the flower mouth "swished" on the lips of the white woman.

"West ......" Wang Teng's neck leaned back slightly, only to see a crystal green flowing into Wang Teng's mouth on the stem of the black morning glory, "Woo woo" The woman in white struggled wildly, raised her hands, and jumped up obviously slowly.

"A bunch of beam-jumping clowns, don't think this name is evil, it's really evil!" Wang Teng was absorbing the essence of life, but his voice sounded as usual. He reached forward and saw him shouting, "Enchantress, kill them~!" Yes, master~!" The gentle and sweet girl sounded. A black wave of light shook from Wang Teng's side. A bewildering woman with black hair appears. Her waist is as soft as a snake, her hips are as thick as a peach, and her whole body is covered with super S-class curves. They are all hidden under a layer of light black gauze. The black tulle is reminiscent of the costumes of Western dancers. The fair skin like tender tofu, the cute appearance of the quiet room, and the malicious calendar in the hand make people's eyes dull in an instant.

The "whip" flashed, and as soon as she came back under the control of the woman in white's ten bars, she was given the place by the enchantress's twisting posture, and it wasn't until the whip sounded that they came back to their senses, the whip was the weakest damage barrier master, I saw the woman in black, her fingers raised slightly, and she played the harp in her hand, and the black whip, like a snake letter, was crazy on her neck.

"Raise your head~!" The enchantress snorted coldly, and the other evil gods shot at this time, a good head, just as she shouted, flew up from her neck, but she didn't expect the blood to splash into the air, and the neck of the enchantment master just lifted the white gas that exhaled in the air, and the gas in the air formed a shining white six-pointed star, the six-pointed star flashed, and the body of the enchantment master turned into a star.

"Is it a flaw?" the white woman's ears clearly heard Wang Teng's sneer. "It turns out that this massacre of the sound of a thousand hands was the result of a group of magic puppets unleashing a forbidden spell that embodied the voice of ten thousand hands. It's ridiculous!" Wang Teng was not stingy with his contempt. He despised white women struggling in their pupils.

The woman in white had already begun to twitch, her face had become extremely pale, and the few pieces of flesh on her neck had already shown a state of erosion, it seemed that Wang Teng had absorbed a lot of Han Gang's life essence, and the recovery speed of the woman in white could no longer catch up with Wang Teng's black qi damage speed.

In the blink of an eye, the other nine heads have been pulled down by the enchantress, the battlefield is like the Shura region, it looks enchanting, the cold light flashed in her eyes, and she rose to the sky, Ye Wenhao In his life, it was not so easy to pull the turnips, his shoulders were wrapped in a black robe Yi Shuihan, and he slowly came over.

"Little master, put people under him~!" With a loud drink, a terrible smell suddenly shot out from the space behind the woman in white, Wang Teng frowned, he seemed to hear this voice from somewhere, however, incarnated as a magic Wang Teng, he was in the midst of bloody revenge, with a white drink, how did he stop, "hiss" his head leaned back, instead of pity, the green flower stem flowed faster.

"Young master, don't be stingy, this person is a black guard~!" Wang Teng's hand movement froze, and the green in the stem immediately stopped in the middle, and with a "hum" sound, a black shadow slowly rose from the ground, and gradually turned into a human form, and after a while, a black towel covered the man standing outside Wang Teng's steps.

Wang Teng frowned slightly, at such a distance, he didn't find that the man kneeling on the ground was doing an authentic black welcome salute, a trace of doubt flashed in Wang Teng's eyes, his head was slightly tilted to the side, and his eyes stared at this man with a cold light.

The woman in white had already been killed by Wang Teng, but when she heard the word "Black Guard", she suddenly struggled. Her eyes sparkled with ecstasy. Wang Teng was suddenly bewildered by ecstasy. How could a dying person, a close relative who had just died in front of her, show such intense joy?

"Well, who are you~!" Wang Teng, who was possessed by demons, was covered in black gas, and the evil soul was even more terrifying. The black trumpet flower flickered slightly in the air, and her hand gently let go. The white woman immediately spread out on the ground. She had several bloody holes in her throat because it couldn't be repaired. "Black Yiwei, Lord~!" the white woman's chest rose and fell violently, and her mouth was covered with blood. In her current situation, she couldn't make a sound, but in her eyes, as the words were spoken, this strong reverence and yearning became a kind of stay for Wang Teng.

Wang Teng is a devil, but he is not a devil, he can understand joy, anger and sorrow, at this time, I have a strong killing intent in my heart, and it turned much paler in the eyes of the woman in white, does she belong to this family? Wang Teng twisted his neck and looked at the kneeling person suspiciously.