Chinese The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and was busy pulling the remaining four heavenly thunders to slash down.

"Boom----boom----boom----boom----" In the secret room, four earth-shattering loud noises suddenly sounded.

The golden light burst out, the walls shattered, and the air was filled with flying dust and mist.

The middle-aged man looked around with wide eyes, wanting to see what happened to Situ Huanzhu under his sharp thunder attack, but unfortunately the dust in the secret room blocked his vision, and he couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, the dust and mist disappeared suddenly, and then, Situ Huanzhu's charming voice came: "Five thunders in a row, although it is powerful, but what can I do!?" If you have the ability, send five thunders again! I saw that although Situ Huanzhu's face was pale and there were slight traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, he was still standing in front of him with a graceful and charming appearance, but the protective light shield had disappeared, and the cold light of Ning Yuan in her palm had also lost its lustre.

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and he even took out the kung fu at the bottom of the box, but he couldn't help this thousand-year-old ghost immortal?

As Situ Huanzhu said, although the power of the thunder talisman is huge, it is the Maoshan Palm Sect with an ancestral secret method exquisitely made, every disciple who enters the hall can have one for self-defense, which is called "talisman thunder talisman" by everyone, which can only be used when life and death are at stake, and there is no second one.

When the middle-aged man saw that something was wrong, he panicked in his heart, and threw out a five-element escape talisman, turning himself into a ball of blue light and about to escape.

Staying in Qingshan is not worried about running out of firewood, he still thinks hatefully in his heart: This revenge will be avenged sooner or later.

But Situ Huanzhu, who had long hated him so much that he gritted his teeth, was willing to let him escape, and with a flick of his fingers, a dazzling blue flew out, and it disappeared into the blue light very quickly.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man only felt an extremely cold force burst into his spiritual sea, and his body couldn't move in an instant, and he fell to the ground desperately, but to his horror, he couldn't even move a finger.

In the hatred of the middle-aged man, Situ Huanzhu walked in front of him, his jade face was suddenly full of murderous aura, and after sneering, he said, "You can't be left by a person like you!" With that, another chill pierced.

"Ah----h But soon, thousands of white and cool breaths suddenly poured out from his whole body, his flushed face gradually returned to calm, and the severe pain seemed to disappear suddenly, and what made him even more happy and excited was that he suddenly felt that his body had regained his freedom.

The middle-aged man didn't care to think about what was going on, and was about to take the opportunity to escape, but his foot had just taken a step, and he was immediately stunned, only to feel that his heart suddenly beat wildly, and it seemed to be about to break out of his chest, and he began to have a sharp pain, bringing bursts of severe pain, and the pain seemed to be even more intense than just now.

"Uh----" The middle-aged man had cold sweat on his forehead, and he fell to his knees with a 'plop', pointing at Situ Huanzhu tremblingly, so weak that he couldn't even speak.

The terrible pain seemed to be getting worse every minute and every second, the middle-aged man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body trembled, only to feel that the unimaginable and unbearable pain was like a cocoon peeling off the cocoon for a while, but he didn't have the ability to resist at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, and it was better to die immediately at this moment.

Suddenly, with a heart-rending wail, the middle-aged man's chest suddenly exploded, and in a rain of blood, a dark blue flame suddenly appeared all over his body, as if it was a flame from hell, wrapping him in it and burning it, but it did not burn anything else.

This scene is unusually weird.

The middle-aged man kept letting out that miserable scream, and every scream burst out with endless pain and sorrow, as well as anger and despair. This kind of scream not only makes the whole body tremble, but also does feel the real pain of the body, and the pain of the screamer seems to be transmitted to the listener, so that his heart is tingling, and he seems to be unable to help but open his mouth to scream, to vent the pain in his heart, which should not exist, but comes to him in the scream.

The screams grew lower and smaller, and gradually lost their lives, and the middle-aged man was also in the dark blue flames, and was quickly burned to ashes.

He should also be unlucky, with his ability, in the modern society, can be said to be invincible, but also won the appreciation and trust of the organization. But if I was unlucky, I met the thousand-year-old ghost immortal Situ Huanzhu, who was extremely familiar with various situations and techniques, and also held the Supreme Treasure Spirit Weapon, of course, he was controlled everywhere, and it was natural to be defeated.

Seeing that this middle-aged man was burned to the ground by the dark blue flames, completely erased from this world, Situ Huanzhu felt a breath of relief, smiled and said softly: "Hehe, I will also let you taste the taste of ashes!" After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave with Qin Mei, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and put away the robe that had fallen to the ground, and then left satisfied.

It's a good thing, and although I can't use it, it doesn't prevent me from dedicating it to my master, right?

Thinking that he had not only successfully completed the task assigned by the master on this trip, but also obtained such a treasure, the master would definitely praise him, and he would trust himself more in the future, Situ Huanzhu was excited and happy in his heart, just like a child, and he couldn't wait to return to his master at this time to ask him for credit.

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In the darkness, the cold heart of the stride forward was cold, the footsteps were wrong, the body was short, and the "fluttering" bullets with the breath of death whistled from above---- but it turned out that two base personnel were carrying things and were about to evacuate, but suddenly saw the intruder in the distance, so they hid next to a wall regardless of the danger, and when the cold came, they pulled the trigger to launch a killing blow.

In their opinion, wealth and wealth are sought in danger, no matter how powerful the invader is, he has no intention of calculating or not, and he uses a gun, maybe he can really establish miraculous feats.

It's just a pity that this is just wishful thinking on their part.

Leng Han's short body and a series of tumbling were almost instantaneous in front of the sneak attacker, but he only felt that the wind was loud in front of him, and the black butt of the gun was smashing down viciously with a whistling sound. It turned out that the sneak attacker didn't expect Leng Binghan's reaction to be so agile that he could dodge the sneak attack of the bullet, and when Leng Binghan arrived in front of him, it was too late to shoot, so he had to smash the butt of the gun.

"It's really bold and careful, and the reaction is fast enough." With a cold laugh, there was no lack of admiration in his heart, and his iron-like palm stretched out suddenly, pinching the butt of the rifle that came wildly.

The sneak attacker was shocked and fought back. Unexpectedly, the butt of the gun was in Leng Binghan's hands, as if it had taken root in place. But he also made a quick decision. Suddenly, he let go of the gun, raised his right leg, and swiped his right hand between his legs, and under the reflection of the cold light, a cold dagger mixed with dazzling brilliance stabbed towards Leng Bing Han viciously.

In the god-killing base, whether it is armed or not, there are no mediocre hands.

The other party attacked strongly, killing him, but he was cold but not in a hurry, his hand was raised, and the dagger light dimmed in the blink of an eye, like a pearl falling into the mud.

The attacker was horrified, and saw that the dagger fell into the cold palm of his hand, and his four fingers pressed against the back of the knife, like a vice, and the dagger was firmly controlled.

Suddenly, the cold wind blew on his face, and a terrifying coldness degraded his muscles and bones, and another lightning bolt suddenly appeared, and the cold blade with shocking bloodstains stabbed into Leng Han's chest.

Leng Binghan glimpsed that another big man looked extremely hideous under the illumination of the light, his big mouth was open, and the excitement was great in the fierce eyes of the nighthawk.

With a cold snort, the hand holding the dagger pulled hard, and suddenly a huge force came, causing the first sneak attacker to stumble, just blocking the attack line of another big man.

The sharp knife hit the abdomen of the first sneak attacker, and in the painful screams, blood burst out, and under the severe pain, a face was already distorted and deformed.

Seeing that the wrong hand accidentally injured his companion, the big man couldn't help but be stunned, but Leng Binghan jumped high, crossed his feet and twisted around his neck, and slammed his force, in the hoarse and short howl, the crisp sound of fractures came clearly from the neck, and the sound of bones breaking was much smaller than screaming. But it sounds so clear. It was so clear that it made people feel a needle-like chill in their bone marrow, and everyone couldn't help but shudder deeply when they heard it.

At the same time, Leng Binghan's wrist shook suddenly, the first sneak attacker was originally stabbed heavily, and he felt that all his strength was constantly disappearing, and he insisted on gritting his teeth, and at this time he felt that the tiger's mouth was in severe pain, and he let go weakly, and he was so cold that he was unforgiving, and his left foot stepped forward, his body was short, and his left shoulder hit hard, and he hit the opponent's chest hard, and the other party was suddenly hit by his thunder and flew out.

Leng Binghan succeeded in his move, and he didn't chase after him, and now that time was precious, he didn't bother to spend any effort with the other party, so he casually threw away the knife and gun in his hand, and galloped towards the destination quickly.

However, under the cold impact, the attacker only felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed train, and his whole body was like a lightning strike, like a broken kite flying towards the sloping wall not far away. Cat flutter Chinese