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“…… The mucus on his body is poisonous! Huang Yiming shouted.

At this time, the corpse king who was floating above the pit suddenly moved, and just shook his body and crossed Xia Qinghai and Huang Yiming, and came to the top of the heads of Lu Wenyuan and the others who were staying in place, and raised his arm, and a finger dripping with mucus came from below.

"Poof".

An invisible strong wind came in front of Lu Wenyuan, and it came so fast that he didn't even have time to think about it.

Good Lu Wenyuan, worthy of the name of an elite martial artist, his body reaction has exceeded his thinking, he just subconsciously turned his head suddenly, and the strong wind with mucus flashed tightly in his ears and hit the ground below.

A deep hole as thick as a finger immediately appeared.

It's dangerous!

I almost got touched by venom.

Then came the fury, his temperament was as fierce as fire, but he was not the character of not fighting back when he was beaten, when he was slashed in the air.

This knife turned into an extremely brilliant knife light, the blade of the knife trembled slightly, and the light dispersed into a piece, charming to the ears and eyes.

But the corpse king above even has his face blocked by slime, so how can he care about what "charming ears and eyes" are.

I saw his right hand raised high, and suddenly clenched his fist and slashed down, the void swayed, as if it was about to turn into nothingness, and a black slime fell like raindrops, like a range attack.

Hu Yue'er snorted, and her hands stabbed her eyebrows, turning into two electrodemicly stabbing left and right, and the mucus slid around her body, and she couldn't get on her body at all.

And when Hu Peng saw that his sister had done it, he did not hesitate to open the gourd stopper, and with a slight shake, there was a buzzing sound in the space, and a large group of golden-armored flying ants rose from the mouth of the gourd, gathering in front of him like a thick fog, and the sound of flapping wings in the sky became the only sound between heaven and earth.

Then, with Hu Peng's finger, the golden armor flying ant pulled into a golden tornado and flew away.

Poof!

Hu Yue'er's two Emei thorns pierced the corpse king's chest and lower abdomen successively, but they didn't feel flesh and blood, but felt like they had been stuck in the sticky mud.

The corpse king turned his head to Hu Yue'er, who was holding the Emei thorn and hanging on it, although she couldn't see its facial features, Hu Yue'er was sure that the corpse king was looking at her now.

There was some hair in her heart, Hu Yue'er burst out with the source power of her hands, and wanted to pull out the Emei thorns from the body of the corpse king, but unexpectedly, these Emei thorns were like deep feet of mud, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move at all.

Hu Yue'er was shocked, and she didn't hesitate to let go and abandon the Emei thorn, but at this time, the huge fist of the corpse king also smashed over, with a thick fishy wind.

Hu Yue'er, who was falling in mid-air, had time to dodge, crossed her arms in front of her chest and prepared to receive the blow of the corpse king, when suddenly a voice sounded in her ears, "Retreat!" ”

Then a huge palm leapt out from behind her head, and with a scorching breath, it met the corpse king's fist.

Rumble!

The air flow around the corpse king heated up suddenly, and it burned violently as soon as it soared, and within half a foot, there was no place that did not burn, and even the black slime on the surface of the corpse king's body also burst into flames, irreversibly spreading inward.

It was the rock that took the blow of the corpse king for Hu Yue'er.

"This big man is making so much progress!"

Hu Yue'er, who was slowly falling behind the rocks, only felt that every breath she took inhaled a large amount of scorching air, and there was a burning sensation in her lungs.

The Corpse King fought hard with the big hand of the rock with one fist, but with the other hand, he gathered eighty percent of his strength with a majestic momentum to attack Lu Wenyuan below, which was the main attack direction of the Corpse King.

Lu Wenyuan didn't dodge or dodge, but he didn't slack off at all, the long knife in his hand slashed out, bright as lightning, fast as thunder, cutting through the black palm print covering the top of his head, cutting through the sticky venom that rained like raindrops, and met the terrifying palm in the blink of an eye.

Lu Wenyuan's body followed the momentum of the knife, and he jumped upwards suddenly, covering the upper and lower parts of his body, so that the mucus that occasionally slipped through the net could not get on his body. At this moment, his expression was solemn, and his momentum was rising day by day, and he was shrouded in black giant palms and the rain of venom, revealing majesty and sacredness.

"Good!"

Xia Qinghai, who was hurrying not far away, blurted out praise, Wen Yuan's efforts over the years have been in his eyes, and the progress at this moment is also obvious, but unfortunately, that woman is ......

When Xia Qinghai spoke, countless golden-armored flying ants had covered the body surface of the corpse king, and the gnawing sound of "click" continued to sound.

The black venom didn't have any effect on these little insects, but was devoured into their stomachs one by one, and after a while, many golden-armored flying ants had bitten through the slime and drilled in.

The Corpse King didn't seem to expect that these little things were not afraid of poison, and he didn't care about letting them cover him at first, only then did he realize that something was wrong, and that there were already golden armor flying ants biting his real skin.

Rumble!

The corpse king's body trembled, and the slime on his body tumbled like boiling water, and one by one the golden armor flying ants were shocked and flew out.

And the dozen or so flying ants that penetrated deep into its body surface were also squeezed out by the wriggling slime, and just as they wanted to flutter their wings and fly, they were swept by a giant palm and fell into the palm together.

Then the palm of his hand squeezed hard, and a beep sound came out of it.

Hu Peng showed a heart-wrenching expression on his face, and controlled the golden armor flying ants that were shocked to fly back to his side, circling around himself and Hu Yue'er.

At this moment, Lu Wenyuan's long knife was also about to slash into the chest of the Corpse King, the air flow stirred the void, and the wind howled!

I believe that even if this corpse king's defense is strong, in the face of such a powerful knife, even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured!

Zhang Xiaotian, who was hidden in the illusion mirror, watched the battle situation intently, pondering the moves of Lu Wenyuan, Hu Yue'er, and Yan from time to time, although some of them were the first time he had seen them, he always felt a little familiar from time to time.

Zhang Xiaotian knew that this sense of familiarity came from the memories he had obtained, and these memories came from the countless elite martial artists in the past (the poor dream recipe would naturally not be saved), and it was not surprising that some of them had involved or even refined the martial arts that these three people knew.

Lu Wenyuan's knife was about to touch the body of the Corpse King, but Zhang Xiaotian, who was hiding in the illusion mirror, always felt that it was not so simple.

And Xia Qinghai, who was closer, was still happy a moment ago, but his face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Wen Yuan be careful!" ”

As he spoke, the mucus on the corpse king's body suddenly swirled wildly, gathering at his chest and then dividing it up and down, revealing a large mouth full of fangs, and biting down fiercely towards the blade of the slashing blade.

The knife momentum paused instantly, and it was bitten by the big mouth, and the mucus spread towards the body of the long knife with a gray-black aura, and after a while, no, it should be said that in the blink of an eye, Lu Wenyuan's fine iron long knife was corroded through thousands of holes.

Abandon the knife and turn around, Lu Wenyuan's movements are smooth.

A short knife more than half a foot long came to him at some point, and his backhand was a blow, stabbing directly into the corpse king's vest.

It turned out that the previous series of seemingly violent attacks turned out to be all false moves!

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