The poisonous scorpion was very satisfied with the effect he had caused, in fact, every time he encountered his prey, he could crush the determination and will of the opponent to resist as long as he showed his momentum. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info bullying the weak with the strong, that's how happy.

There is no comparison between the martial artists of the acquired cultivation and the warlocks of the same level, but when they reach the innate level, the martial artists have the capital to compete with the warlocks, because they have condensed the fighting spirit, such as the purple-black scorpion behind the poisonous scorpion, the fighting soul is similar to the Fu ghost, and also has many strange abilities.

"Do you still want to resist? Okay, then let you see the true power! ”

Behind the poisonous scorpion, the scorpion condensed by the source power turned into thousands of rays of light and air currents covering his body, like a thick streamer, and like a sticky flowing water, and in a blink of an eye, a piece of armor full of texture appeared on the scorpion's body, like the armor of snake scale scorpion armor. Even the tomahawk in his hand was covered with a layer of fine scales, eerie and evil.

Teacher Cang's voice sounded in Qin Bing's heart, "The fighting soul is similar to the Fu Ghost, however, the Fu Ghost is obtained through sacrifice, and the fighting spirit is cultivated by the martial artist bit by bit. A warlock who cultivates the day after tomorrow can easily crush the acquired martial artist, just like you can easily torture and kill those Hu people, but the innate martial artist with a fighting spirit is different, you don't want to have any carelessness against the enemy. ”

Even without Teacher Cang's reminder, Qin Bing didn't dare to take anything lightly, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the female man, the rejuvenation rune lit up, and the green light of the healing technique shrouded the people around him, the injuries on their bodies healed rapidly, and their tired bodies were also recovering quickly.

The female man pressed her hands on the ground and wanted to stand up, but at this time, the poisonous scorpion's body moved, and the afterimages approached rapidly, and the battle axe swirled around the black and purple light, attacking the female man.

Don't!

As soon as Qin Bing raised his hand, the skill rune cage of the thorn magician appeared, and one by one the runes appeared, attacking the poisonous scorpion.

It's just that the poisonous scorpion has already taken precautions, and with a flick of his arm, the cloak behind him was instantly thrown in front of him, and the cloak overflowing with purple-black light was like an iron wall, and the rune cage fell on it without any effect, and the body of the poisonous scorpion was not imprisoned in place, but continued to rush forward.

This......

The unbelievable scene made Qin Bing a little distracted, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and it was also the first time he had a clear understanding and deep understanding of the innate martial artist.

It's just that the price of this kind of knowledge and understanding is very heavy, perhaps, life.

Swish!

The purple-black cloak was suddenly lifted, and behind the cloak, there was an axe blade that flashed with purple-black light, and the poisonous scorpion attacked the female man just with a false shot, and his real purpose was Qin Bing.

However, at this time, a figure was in front of Qin Bing, and the big knife in Chi Pupil's hand was horizontal, blocking the swing of the battle axe, only to hear a clang, Chi Pupil's feet on the ground sneered, his body was repulsed, and two scratches continued to extend in front of him.

Qin Bing snorted, because the body of the red pupil crashed into his arms, the scorching and burning flames of anger and blood made Qin Bing hot, and there was an unfamiliar power flowing in his body, roaring, echoing. A hazy light also rose from Qin Bing's body......

With a flick of his red pupils, his thin body rushed towards the scorpion again, and the big knife and giant axe shook hard, and the thunderous roar seemed to tear the night sky apart.

Bang!

The red pupil flew back again and crashed into Qin Bing's arms, this time, it hit harder and heavier. After all, the poisonous scorpion is an existence that can wrestle with female men, and at this time, it has fused the power of the fighting spirit, and its strength has skyrocketed again.

However, the red pupil did not flinch, let alone avoid. Because she had lost so many loved ones, she didn't want to see her friends die again, and if anyone wanted to do that, they would have to step over her body first.

Flutter!

Blood splattered, the blade of the axe was like a scorpion's tail hook, and a deep bone scar was cut on the red pupil's arm, and the pitch-black toxin was instantly poured into it, and half of the red pupil's body was numb and unconscious.

However, the red pupil roared angrily, the blood in the body was agitated, and the blood qi pushed the poisonous blood out of the wound, and the blood loss was excessive in an instant, the red pupil's complexion became miserable and pale, the line of life and death, the immortal anger was turned on again, and the red pupil let out an unyielding cry, and attacked the poisonous scorpion with one knife after another.

Behind the red pupils, the blood flames and angry flames condensed, outlining two blurred figures, but the figures were too blurry, and only Mr. Cang could see by impression that these two figures were statues of the king of barbarians and the berserker.

The red pupil comprehended, and she condensed her "fighting spirit". It's just that it's too late!

The scorpion's face was solemn, because the enemy's momentum was too strong, and it was getting stronger and stronger, and it was getting stronger and stronger, and each knife was more and more fierce than the other. Especially the third knife, his giant axe almost escaped. Although he could barely parry, he was in torn pain in his hands, and his knees trembled with overwhelm, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

It's just that the dignity and pride of the scorpion sustain him, so that he continues to stand without showing any cowardice.

Here it is again, an overwhelming knife, perhaps, this knife is the end of oneself.

The poisonous scorpion was almost desperate, but at this time, the enemy's momentum suddenly declined, and the violent aura that originally filled the heavens and the earth disappeared in an instant, and the strong contrast between the front and back made the poisonous scorpion feel strongly uncomfortable.

Looking at it closely, the red-haired little girl's figure spun and retreated, colliding with Qin Bing, her wrists drooping, but she couldn't even lift the big knife.

……

The confusion in Qin Bing's eyes quickly subsided, and he only had the unusually pure, unusually firm and persistent gaze of the red pupil in his sight, perhaps, it was this pure firmness and persistence that would make her struggle on the verge of death immortal, and would make her tap her own potential and be summoned by the hero statue.

Qin Bing's mind came to mind again the moment when he and Fat Dahai opened the corpse on the Jingguan and revealed their red pupils. That's right, it's these eyes, this kind of attachment and stubbornness to life. It is not the fear of death, but the attachment to the world.

Red Hitomi supports this attachment with hatred and anger, but what about herself?

Qin Bing was stunned in his heart, when he was a child, he just wanted to live well, and he had nothing else to ask for if he could have a full stomach. When he grew up a little and had a psychic body, his pursuit became to recruit Fu ghosts, become warlocks, be canonized by the royal family, and glorify his ancestors. But at the moment when he was criticized by the historian, Qin Bing's dream was abruptly shattered.

What am I living and fighting for?

Time seemed to stand still, and Qin Bing's world instantly stood still—absolutely still. And his mind spread infinitely, like ripples, flying in all directions in an instant, taking in the surrounding together.

Fearless pioneers, panicked casino guests, scorpion thieves roaring wildly...... Also, the seemingly stable casino behind him that will be burned down at any time, and the waiters, grooms, cooks, and blacksmiths who have been recruited by themselves......

These are all people who are protected by themselves, and they entrust everything to themselves, and they are not only their source of food and clothing, but also their sustenance and faith.

"From now on, my safety is all in your hands......"

For some reason, the picture of Oak Yang Yudie putting her hands on his palms appeared in Qin Bing's mind, and Qin Bing finally deeply understood the meaning of this sentence. That's not just an ordinary award for the position of Che Yu, there are more profound meanings.

Will, faith, faith......

Perhaps, this is the mystery of Fu Ghost, and it is also the true meaning of fighting spirits.

Hum, a dull sound came from his mind, and the ancient and distant breath instantly diffused.