Runaway, Ghost Doll (2)

The scene fell into an eerie tranquility, and even Yang Jing and Yi Tingxuan, who had seen the "Death Hole Technique", couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and the dignified military assassin commander was like this...... Just dead like that??

Although Guzhuang needle dove has been seriously injured by Yang Jing, and his strength is less than fifty percent on weekdays, no matter how he says it, he is also a super strong man at the peak of gold, how can he look easier than pinching an ant to death before he is full of life in the room?

Yang Jing's expression was solemn, no wonder Fang Zhongshou was obsessed with the light classics of the Medicine King's Mansion, even at the cost of his life and freedom! No wonder Brother Cheng said in private that once Fang Zhongshou integrates the light skills of the Medicine King Mansion, he will become the most powerful assassination weapon in Tianmen! In a way, he is equivalent to a half-human emperor!

Really...... Really......

The Death Hole Technique is terrifying, and as long as you get close, you will be injured! Now with the help of light skills, Fang Zhongshou is equivalent to turning into a ghost, and how many people in the world will be able to resist his assassination.

But...... This cold-blooded and ruthless guy ...... Who can control it?

Brother Cheng......

All right?!

Will the original agreement still work? What agreement did Brother Cheng make with him?

"Master!!" After a moment of sluggishness, Jizo Qingye lost his voice and roared.

"Take care of yourself!" Yi Tingxuan reacted, his body burst up, and he slashed in the air, and the cyan long knife slashed out a shocking light, directly taking the head of the hidden green leaf.

Jizo Qingye woke up suddenly, hurriedly flashed a few steps back, looked at the Guzhuang needle dove in the distance with shaking eyes, and then looked at Fang Zhongshou, Yang Jing and Yi Tingxuan, secretly gritted his teeth, turned his head and rushed into the smoke. This time, instead of another assassination, he ...... Escape!!

Yang Jing stared coldly at Fang Zhongshou: "Each has its own area, each has its own prey, is it a bit too much for you to do this!" There are so many powerful characters in Yakuza, you have to come and grab it from me? ”

Fang Zhongshou's hoarse and cold voice floated out faintly: "The military assassination soul is handed over to the eight tribes, you have a special mission." ”

"Brother Cheng's order?"

Fang Zhongshou ignored it and continued: "I will work with Tu Qingcang to find a beautiful face." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Beauty is in the southeast." Leaving a word, Fang Zhongshou slowly retreated and disappeared into the depths of the fog.

Yang Jing couldn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the longevity gourd in the house, his brows furrowed slightly, and he listened intently to the battlefield that shouted to kill the heavens, trying to find any strange sounds from it, but after listening to it for a while, he still didn't find it.

Beauty? Looking for beauty?

Having trouble with beauty?

If you really encounter something, why don't you just go to Brother Cheng? I have to go over with Tu Qingcang by myself.

Yang Jing didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that Fang Zhongshou would not be untargeted, took a deep breath, and walked to the depths of the smoke with a tungsten gold stick, and when he passed by the corpse of the Guzhuang needle dove, his right hand shook, and the big stick whirled, and it bombarded the corpse's chest.

The sternum cracked, blood splattered, and the tungsten gold stick pierced the ribcage of the ancient village needle dove like tofu.

This time, it's completely dead!

In the southeast direction, the cooperation between Meiyan and Snow Lion is becoming more and more tacit, and the offensive is becoming more and more ferocious.

Using a puppet to launch an offensive, Beauty can basically ignore defenses and attack tricky and ruthless, while the Snow Lion's huge size and savage impact make up for Beauty Yan's shortcomings in fierceness.

No matter how rich the experience of Guzhuang needle dove, it is difficult to adapt to the puppet-based attack method of beautification in a short period of time. Kicks? The puppet didn't feel it at all; Knife stabs? The puppet followed easily; Desperately? The puppet itself is a dead corpse. On the other hand, the puppet, under the control of the silk thread, its way of action and movement trajectory are completely inconsistent with the theory of normal creatures, and the beauty of the controller is like a poisonous snake, seizing any opportunity that can be used to launch an attack with the help of the puppet.

As for the Snow Lion...... It just drove him crazy! Over the years, he has fought with wild beasts a lot, and has also killed tigers and cheetahs with his bare hands, and even resisted the collision of bison. But this lion-like white beast in front of him has a flexibility and speed that is completely inconsistent with its size, and the impact force is even more ferocious than that of a bison.

Where did Tianmen come from so many monsters? Guzhuang needle dove even had a feeling of being restrained, as if he had met a natural enemy and was completely suppressed by them!

Aggrieved, angry, and anxious, Guzhuang needle dove's mood fluctuated significantly, and he used to think that his psychological quality was excellent, but now it is difficult to control!

"Get out of here!" The Guzhuang needle dove roared fiercely, knocking the puppet away like crazy, avoiding the snow lion that came up, climbing the branch above his head, and throwing himself between the branches.

"Go down!"

Undecided, the beautiful face with a hideous face and blood at the corners of his mouth suddenly appeared on the top of his head, and his spinning toes hit the head of Guzhuang's needle dove fiercely, blasting it down on the spot.

A roar shook the battlefield, and the snow lion flew up like a cannonball, and its huge head slammed into the lower abdomen of the Guzhuang needle dove.

At the same time, as Meiyan pursued and fell, the whistling puppet followed closely, and its spiky body spun out of a sharp storm, smashing into the Guzhuang needle dove with an incomparable killing intent.

The successive impacts brought painful trauma, and the tattered Guzhuang needle dove flipped out in embarrassment. However, as a quasi-rank human emperor, he is by no means so easy to lose, he suppresses pain and anger, forces himself to calm down his emotions, and looks for hope in danger.

In mid-air, the waist exerted force, taking advantage of the force, and pressed down with all his strength when his feet touched the trunk of the tree, and then released it violently, his body was like an auger drill bit, and he rushed out from the killing of the beautiful snow lion dangerously, until he was ten steps away.

Dangerous! By the skin of one's teeth!

Escape their control for the first time at the beginning of the war!

Guzhuang needle dove snorted and panted, secretly shocked into a cold sweat, if there was a slight deviation just now, escaping might become dead. I didn't have time to rejoice, I looked at my face viciously, turned my head and rushed towards the smoke area. "Stinky bitch, today's revenge, another day. Wait, my Guzhuang needle dove will never let you go!! ”

Roar!! The snow lion's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed towards the Guzhuang needle dove in a vicious roar.

Meiyan wiped the blood left on the corners of her mouth and nostrils, calmed the churning qi and blood, and pursued the puppet again. With the snow lion's sensitive sense of smell to guide, there is no need to worry that the Guzhuang needle dove will escape. As long as the Guzhuang needle dove is eliminated, the assassination system of Yakuza will be severely damaged, and the threat of the soul burial force will also be greatly reduced.

But before she could rush out a few steps, the smoke in front of her filled the depths, and suddenly a terrible scream sounded, followed by a figure cutting through the smoke curtain, rolling, screaming, and flying as if "rushing" over.

Bang! The man in his clothes with white smoke slammed into the big tree next to him, and after the violent impact, he was bounced down, like a boiled prawn curled up tightly on the ground, his thin body twitching, trembling, and faintly moaning strangely.

Furuso needle dove?

Meiyan slowly stopped, and looked at the man in front of her in pain in surprise, it was the Guzhuang needle dove who escaped!

What's wrong? Bitten by a snow lion?

With his eyes shaking in disbelief, his right foot was raised, and he slammed into the air and smashed the head of the Guzhuang needle dove. The movements are clean, swift and ruthless, and the opportunity is rare, how can she stop there.

The body of the Gu Zhuang needle dove, who was difficult to resist, trembled, was chopped to the ground on the spot, and passed out "happily", only the body was still twitching unconsciously, showing that his body was suffering from severe pain.

"This is the Soul Burial Commander?" A hollow, dull sound sounded in the mist, and a man as dark as an iron tower wiped the spikes from his fist gloves and slowly walked in.

It is the third gate god of the Heavenly Gate...... Tu Qingcang!

"Don't be proud, this guy has been tortured by beauty and half dead, you are at best picking up a small bargain." Yang Jing pursed his lips and snorted, and walked out carrying a tungsten gold stick of nearly 100 catties.

The same body type, like a tiger majestic; The same muscles, like the roots of a tree coiled; The same momentum, hideous as a beast, arrogant as a demon. Then there is a three-meter-long, one-and-a-half-meter-high snow lion behind it, and the two people and one beast stand there, giving people mountain-like oppression just by feeling, and strongly impacting the vision of others.

Meiyan looked at Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the white figure between the canopies, her brows furrowed slightly behind her bangs, and she said indifferently: "Something?" ”

"Ask him." Yang Jing took the iron rod and pointed to the top of his head.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?" Tu Qingcang also looked at the top of his head, he was killing just now, and he was suddenly brought here, if there was no suitable explanation, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would not go crazy.

Deep in the canopy, Fang Zhongshou gently closed his eyes and whispered: "...... Feel...... Feel it yourself...... Here it comes...... It's coming soon......"