A burst of pain spread from the left arm, serious suddenly felt that the eyes were dark, almost unconscious, the arm was rubbed by the blue devil's hand as if it was pricked by tens of thousands of needles at the same time, and there were countless insects in the gnaw, every inch of muscle seemed to be tearing inch by inch, tearing, there seemed to be something under the skin constantly swimming, about to break out, for a while cold to the bone, as if the whole arm was placed in the ice, a light touch to break, but there was a scorching hot like being burned, The flesh of the arm seemed to be scorched and peeled off layer by layer in the raging flames. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's no wonder that people who are in the hands of the blue devil will be in pain, it really hurts, it seems to rub all the pain in the world together, and it explodes at the same time as it is stuffed into the wound, and the pain is so severe that I want to faint like this, but I am rubbed a little, and it hurts like this, it is really better to die, and 30% experience is nothing.

"I'm rubbing, why did you be beaten like this when I only slept for a while?" Yan Baiwu's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Well, explosive head, black face, there's nothing wrong with it, are you going to change jobs and go to Africa to dance the gods?" ”

"!" Serious, but not in the mood to fight with Yan Baiwu, a horizontal movement, flashed the blow that Qiu Du rubbed his body and pounced on, just moved slightly, he felt that the pain on his body became more intense, his eyes were full of stars, and his brain was in a trance.

Fortunately, Qiu Du's state is not very good, his steps are vain, and he presses his chest from time to time, which is obviously the end of the crossbow.

"It hurts to death!"

"It's okay, it just so happens that I've researched something new with your nameless mental method, hold on for 3 seconds." Yan Baiwu said.

It's too late to reply, because Qiu Du attacked again, and he could only struggle to escape in embarrassment, and the pain in his heart made him completely lose his ability to fight, and he was dizzy in pain when he moved a little, and if he was touched by the blue devil's hand, he would really be finished.

Suddenly, a stream of heat rose from the dantian, passed from the armpits, and flowed along the Shaoyin meridians of the hand, the wound on the left arm only felt cool and comfortable, and the pain suddenly dissipated, the muscles seemed to be tightened, and the lump quickly decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it returned to normal in an instant, but on the bare muscles of the arm, there was a cyan mark like a spider opening its teeth and claws, and this mark divided into a thin cyan line, which extended to the tip of the middle finger, like a tattoo, but the dark cyan color was a little weird, as if it had life, It seems to be constantly moving under the skin, and it will fly out through the skin at any time.

There was no pain, and the serious spirit suddenly perked up, and the north wind "Qiang" quickly came out of the sheath, the knife flashed, and collided with the attacking blue devil hand several times in a row.

A look of surprise appeared on the face of Qiu Du's dead man, like the eyes of the cyan ghost fire couldn't help flickering, "The poison of the blue devil's hand can't be cured, how did you get rid of it?" ”

Seriously just as he was about to spray him twice, Yan Baiwu's voice shouted in his head, "Why are you talking so much nonsense with him?" I don't know that the villains are dying from talking too much, him head-on! This product is not in the right state at first glance, and the longer it drags on, the less good it is. ”

Hearing Yan Baiwu say this, he is no longer verbose, and he slashes horizontally with a knife, and directly slashes the enemy.

"Hmph, no matter what method you stinky boy uses, but today you are destined to die at the hands of my Blue Devil!" Qiu Du snorted coldly, rubbed his body to meet him, and the blue devil shot out like thunder.

Although Qiu Du was seriously injured, the Blue Devil still made the tiger angry, and the moves he used were also weird and wonderful, seriously blocked again and again, and he was defeated and retreated.

"Stupid, you can't use so many martial arts, use instantaneous steps!" Yan Baiwu shouted.

"I'm entangled, the instantaneous knife style is very exhausting, and I will definitely be unlucky if I miss." Seriously unwilling to ridicule each other.

"Do you only rush forward in your moments? Can't you go backwards? Yan Baiwu said impatiently.

"Uh......" seriously didn't really think about using the instantaneous retreat, and when you think about it, it doesn't seem to be impossible.

"His old wound is a little down the left shoulder, above the heart, seize the opportunity to give him a hard blow, see how he dies." Yan Baiwu chattered endlessly.

Seriously blocked a knife, retreated back in one step, and the serious figure disappeared in place with a "sass", Qiu Du's moves were all in the air, and his face was full of shock.

The serious figure appeared two steps on his side, and the north wind had returned the knife into the sheath at some point, and the rapid drawing of the knife was a lightning-like arc of light that flew out from the blade, and instantly retracted the knife and returned to the sheath, "Knife sharpening!" ”

Qiu Du's reaction was extremely fast, at first glance, a serious figure appeared, the blue devil grabbed it with one claw, he was fast, the knife qi of the knife cutting style was faster, the knife flashed in an instant, slashing at his body, Qiu Du's move was interrupted at once.

The opportunity is fleeting, how can it be easy to let go of this flaw, the "Facing Knife Style" made a quick shot, the handle of the north wind was sent forward, the air was shocked, countless fine ripples appeared in the void, and the ripples from the starting point shook Qiu Du's hands for a minute, the middle door was wide open, and he was seriously condensed and calm, aiming at the position of Qiu Du's wound pointed out by Yan Baiwu, the knife trembled, turned into a streamer, and several fierce and peerless slashes converged at one point in a row.

Qiu Du let out a terrible scream, staggered in his steps, and retreated five feet in a row before he could barely stand firm, and a criss-crossing blood trough crisscrossing deep bones appeared under his shoulders, and the blood flowed like a pour.

At his wound, a dreamlike rainbow of light suddenly flashed, like a magnificent ribbon slowly spreading out, the splendor of various colors condensed, as if absorbing all the soft colors in the world, Qiu Du spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and a sickly red rose on a dead man's face.

"Death to him! Death to him! Yan Baiwu chattered again.

"I know it without you saying it!" With a serious step, the figure disappeared in place again.

Qiu Dujian's serious figure disappeared again, knowing that it was wrong, he took a long breath, bit the tip of his tongue, a large mouthful of blood mist erupted, his body retreated sharply, and the sword flashed in the void.

"Stinky boy, you remember me!"

Qiu Du's figure had disappeared in an instant, and only the aftermath still echoed in the silent valley, accompanied by the masked wizards' deeper and deeper moans.

"Damn, I was escaped!" seriously compared his middle finger to the direction in which Qiu Du fled, "Wow! Remember, remember, what's the big deal, you don't come to take revenge on you are my grandson! ”

Anyway, now he is wearing the mask of the black pot man who looks up to the sky and smiles, and he seriously doesn't care at all.