Lightning and the sword fell at the same time, and the next moment, the style of a knife really widened his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether it was a sword or a bolt of lightning, all disappeared a foot above Nie Zong's head.

And this time, the style of the knife can be seen clearly, this is too much like the skill of the space law of the Wind God, one of the three supremes!

A spatial rift suddenly appeared and disappeared in an instant!

"You ......"

The style of a knife was just about to ask questions, and suddenly felt his body rise from the ground, and he wanted to break free, but found that all his skills were in a state of silence!

"This guy ......"

The style of a knife stared at Nie Zong with a hideous expression, and at this time, Nie Zong finally made a move, and he aimed at the style of a knife with his right hand that showed a grasping shape.

Armor-piercing princes of Jiuhe, come and experience it!

Nie Zong gently swung his right hand down, and the style of a knife ten zhang away smashed on the ground, smashing a big pit on the ground, and then Nie Zong lifted his right hand up again, and the gray-faced body of the knife style drilled out of the pit and returned to its original position.

The style of a knife was a little dizzy, and just about to open his mouth to scold, his body suddenly smashed to the left, smashing a big tree, Nie Zong's hand waved lightly to the right, and the body of a knife smashed on a boulder on the right, smashing the stone out of a human-shaped depression.

Then the style of the knife was caught in the air by Nie Zong again.

Now even an idiot knows that Nie Zong is playing with himself, and his lungs are about to explode, but he can't control his body, and no matter what method he uses, he can't burst out of any skill.

Yidao's style knew that he had kicked the iron plate this time, so he could only find it back through lip service, and a series of foul words spit out of his mouth.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Nie Zong first shifted his body to a position, smashed it face down on the ground three times in a row, and then aimed his blood-soaked face at the sharp tip of an arm-thick stone extending from the boulder.

"Ahh

When he desperately focused his eyes and saw the stone tip in front of him, the style of a knife couldn't help but roar, this was purely an instinctive reaction, but he knew that it would definitely hurt, if it weren't for the pain in the game being controlled by the system, it would be impossible for the player to die of pain, but the phenomenon of being in a coma in pain has appeared many times on the Chaotic Continent, and there are many similar examples in the intelligence department of Chu Soul, even the style of a knife himself has mastered a skill that can make the target roll on the ground in pain, like a bunch of blades cutting the body back and forth, He was often used to interrogate prisoners and punish extremists who opposed Chu Soul.

And now his face is about to slam into the stone tip, and it is completely controlled by others, and he doesn't know when he will suddenly collide, will it come out of the back of his head?

That psychological fear is unavoidable.

Nie Zong controlled the face of the style of a knife and kept hitting the protruding stone tip, but it stopped suddenly after only a few centimeters or so each time, and he let the style of a knife hit it up at a time of speed and slowness, and the style of a knife really felt like he was going to be scared, especially what kind of identity he was now? The head catcher of the Forbidden Chu, the terrifying guillotine, one of the eight giants, is sideways on the top of the Forbidden City, and has been to many servers, often abusing the so-called masters and state officials who are admired in those servers can't find the north.

Therefore, the style of a knife has long condensed his superior face, and today, he was insulted so much, he really slapped his face! No, it's just a face-to-face.

The style of a knife is completely opened, anyway, I have lost my face today, and I am dead, so I must scold him!

And when the image of a pale yellow bell suddenly appeared on Nie Zong's left hand, the style of a knife died down in an instant, and all the cursed words were forced back into his stomach, and his face showed extreme panic for the first time, and his voice trembled:

"You...... What are you doing? ”

Nie Zong looked at the soul lock clock in his hand and smiled faintly:

"Use it, open a meat."

Then it was about to be activated, and he threw it at the style of a knife, and the style of a knife immediately let out a scream that was not like a human being, and then there was a foul smell from his crotch, and this guy was so frightened that he was so scared that he was and urinating at this moment!

And Nie Zong was indeed about to throw out the Soul Lock Bell in his hand, but he couldn't help frowning, because a picture flashed in his mind, a picture that would inevitably jump out whenever he wanted to use the Soul Lock Bell.

Guan Zhong once told him in person: As a teacher, he can't control your behavior, he can only give you a little advice, if possible, never use the soul locking clock!

This sentence, this scene, Guan Zhong's deep and wise eyes at that time, made Nie Zong think twice before using the Soul Locking Bell, and finally took it back.

Even once, the intelligence department of the Privy Council exerted its strength to capture the accurate information of the big officials of Ximen, Nie Zong and a group of masters who stopped the war with war immediately dispatched to intercept it in a remote corner of the swamp wetland of the king Wei Kingdom, facing the big officials of Ximen who had been controlled, looking at the initiator who made Brother Dongyue Feng disheartened and never returned to the game, Nie Zong, who was filled with endless anger and hatred in his heart, was almost about to smash the soul lock bell in his hand on the head of the big official of Ximen. In the end, he was forced to endure it.

In the face of Ximen's big officials, let alone the style of the knife in front of him, in fact, Nie Zong just wanted to scare him and kill his prestige, as for the use of the soul lock bell, Nie Zong really didn't think about it, he has now unconsciously regarded it as a red line engraved in the depths of his soul, and he will not cross this red line.

And so far, no one knows how rare a peerless master who has never used the Soul Lock Bell is, and no one knows what kind of hidden setting such a person will inspire.

The style of a knife was finally hung up, and he was controlled by Nie Zong to continuously hit the tip of the stone with his face and stone, and it is estimated that the psychological shadow of this guy will not be eliminated for a long time.

Nie jumped onto a big tree and sat in silence until the middle of the moon, when night fell, and then he chose to return to the city, galloping all the way to the palace gate.

At this time, he did not ride a horse, because his entire body had completely blended into the night, and there was no detection skill in the sky that could detect his traces.

As long as he doesn't ride a horse, he is completely silent and without a trace.

Night Wanderer, activate!