Burst!

It was as if a knife had been pierced in the heart.

Because you're the weakest......

This sentence is really heart-wrenching......

Sure enough, in front of the strong, the weak have no reason at all.

The middle-aged scribe who was pierced in the heart was silent.

Because he couldn't find a rebuttal at all.

"Besides, I can't dismantle the coffin of the White Tiger King, then I can only dismantle yours, this is called knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger!"

"Since you won't let me carry the coffin, then I'll slam the door!"

Burst!

The middle-aged scribe was once again pierced in the heart.

He felt that he had suffered a complete unwarranted disaster.

They were also hit by arrows while lying down.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved the middle-aged scribe roared, "What are you waiting for? Are you afraid that Yin Si will come back again for revenge? This kid is coming to the door today! What are you still worried about!"

"King Zhenshan, you are the king of the seventy-two ghost gates!

The middle-aged scribe who roared angrily suddenly turned into a pale grimace with red cheeks, and a paper man who looked like an ancient scholar!

This is the strongest state of the grave keeper!

It's just that before the scribe paper piercing man took the opportunity of being smashed by Fang Zheng to disappear into the darkness again... True Qi Vortex!

A force to absorb.

Pull suddenly.

As soon as the scribe paper pierced the force of the sucking power of the true qi vortex, he was delayed for a moment, and Fang Zheng, who was holding a ghost head knife with a cold light in his hand, had already been killed.

"Stupid!"

"Thought I'd give you a chance this time?"

The scribe who had turned into a human stick looked like a paper-piercing person, looking at Fang Zheng, who was already close at hand, a flash of horror flashed in his eyes, as if he was not a ghost, Fang Zheng was the most terrifying ghost!

The armless scribe looked like a man with paper piercing, kicked on the spot, his feet turned into sharp pieces of paper, and flew towards Fang Zheng's chest, intending to escape with the help of the force of the shock.

"I don't care if you are a grave keeper or not, give me all the grave guards!"

Fang Zheng's left hand was clenched into a tiger claw, and in the direction of the paper piercing man, he made a void and pressed the ground.

The True Qi Vortex slammed into the ground with the paper piercing the person's body.

Bang!

The scribe looked like a paper piercing man, and he smashed to the ground in embarrassment.

Poof!

The two legs of the paper piercing man were also removed by the ghost head knife.

It's just that he is just a paper man, and he doesn't feel pain, seeing that his hands and feet are gone, his eyes are glaring at Fang Zheng with resentment.

There is also a hint of horror hidden in the resentment.

"You can't kill me! We tomb keepers can't leave the seventy-two ghost gates except to accept punishment for generations! It's also because we tomb keepers have to guard the biggest secret in the seventy-two ghost gates!"

"If you kill me, there will be no one to guard the tomb of the mountain god after the death here, and at that time, even Yin Si will not be able to protect you!"

The paper piercing man is half-true and half-false.

"Don't worry, you're the one who died, there are still three grave keepers left here, and you're just the weakest one who is dispensable here. "Fangzheng is not intimidated by the paper on the ground.

The scribe looked like a paper piercing man, so aggrieved that he almost vomited blood and died.

He is also a night wanderer in the late stage.

It's also about face.

It's not that I'm too weak! It's that you're too perverted! I haven't seen you for three months, and I've grown up to the late stage of the night tour, and I'm not even as fast as you when I ride a rocket!

Do you need to humiliate me one bite at a time when you are too weak!

Shame! Shame!

As soon as the knife moved, just when Fang was about to make a move, he was raised!

A terrifying and cold aura like a lake came from behind.

This breath came from the direction of one of the two darkest coffins in the corpse cave.

But it wasn't from the coffin of the White Tiger King.

A paper ghost hand.

It is more than ten meters long.

Across the darkness.

Pierce the darkness in an instant.

Grab to the square.

That paper ghost hand is green and light.

With an antique meaning.

It seems to have been tempered by the years.

The breath is clumsy.

Such a powerful aura! Fang Zheng has only felt it in one person!

That's the monster corpse king from the trip to Siam!

Feeling the threat, Fangzheng's face finally changed slightly!

He no longer cares about the paper piercing man under his feet, and in the face of the ghost claws that are more than ten meters long, he doesn't want to think about it, and directly bursts out with the greatest combat power!

Blood Sacrifice!

Great dragon elephant!

Dragon and Tiger Double Golden Bell Jar!

Then, there were no exaggerated knife moves, only a simple, one-knife force with all his strength to split Huashan!

Woooooo

The ghost howled on the ghost-headed knife, rolling up a yin wind hurricane, and one hundred and nine headless ghosts appeared on the blade, and then temporarily disappeared into the right arm of Fang Zheng's knife.

The muscles of the right arm bulged around, and the green tendons and blood vessels that were as hideous as a dragon burst out!

The right arm bursts with more power!

The already powerful knife move is suddenly faster! More powerful! The blade is sharper!

Rumble!

Because the blade tore through the air so fast, even the air was blasted into a sonic boom!

The wind is howling around!

The sharp blade is like countless silk threads cutting through the surrounding air!

Finally!

The two broke out into the strongest head-on collision!

Bang!

The corpse cave was like a thunderbolt, and a big explosion occurred.

This is the strongest collision under the day tour.

The huge corpse mountain that has not changed for thousands of years could not withstand the collision of these two forces, which directly caused a large-scale avalanche.

The most unfortunate thing is that the scribe on the ground is a paper piercing man.

Directly pushed out by the aftermath of the battle a few hundred meters away, and finally slammed into the mountain wall, knocking out a large hole, deeply embedded in the hard mountain wall.

But at this moment, he didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, but was so shocked that a turbulent wave rose in his heart, and he looked at the huge battle momentum in front of him in shock.

Because as the dust dissipated, he saw that Fang Zheng was actually standing in place unscathed, and a golden bell of the ancient temple covered Fang Zheng's whole body, resisting all the dust and impact aftermath for him.

He!

I actually caught that person's move!

The King of Zhenshan has always been the strongest king of the seventy-two ghost gates!

In ancient times!

It is also a day traveler!

Once laid a mountain!

It's a pity that after entering the depletion of the aura, the foundation kept regressing, degrading all the way to the late stage of the Night Tour......

But even so, this one's strength and heritage are still far more than ordinary night tour envoys!

The background of the Zhenshan King is too strong! In front of him in the later stage of the ordinary night tour envoy, he doesn't even have the strength to resist! But such an existence was caught by a junior unscathed!

If you say it, you will scare a lot of ghosts to death!

The most important thing is that this young man is only in his twenties! Three months ago, it was only the early days of night tours!

He finally understood!

Why is it that a Laowang incident can allow so many masters of Yin Si to protect this young man together!

Potential!

He saw the birth of the next day envoy in Fangzheng!

"You've beaten enough, you've been angry enough, young man, it's time to stop. ”

"If you are willing to stop today, which coffin do you like, no matter whose it is, my Zhenshan King can give it to you. Even if you take a fancy to my coffin of old bones, I can give it to you. ”

An old voice sounded ethereal in the dark and dark cavern of corpses.

The paper piercing the rock wall seemed to have heard the most unbelievable words, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in the eardrums, and he was stunned.

The strongest king of the seventy-two ghost gates, the king of Zhenshan, actually compromised in front of a young man in his twenties?

Click!

The golden bell jar on the square surface shattered one crack after another, and finally, the tent exploded with a bang.

The golden bell jar in its strongest form has been breached.

The square front color is condensed.

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