Bang bang bang!

Fang Zheng and the cold girl kept fighting, the ground in the yard cracked, and the earth and rocks flew out.

"Yi Jin Washing the Marrow Sanskrit Sutra", when practicing to the ninth layer, it can increase the power of the nine-headed brute elephant.

Although Fang Zheng has never figured out how much KG strength the power of the nine-headed brute elephant is.

If converted to an ordinary adult elephant, an ordinary adult elephant can lift a car weighing 1.5 tons.

If the power of one elephant is simply converted to 1.5T, the power of nine elephants is equivalent to 13.5T of physical strength?

And if there are ordinary people who see the battle in front of them, they must look stupid on the spot.

This has long exceeded the limits of ordinary people's bodies.

Even if ordinary people exercise for ten lifetimes, they will be able to hold on to death with a punch of two or three thousand KG.

Every time Fang Zheng punches with the cold girl, the slender arm of the opponent that seems to be embroidered with fists and legs seems to contain terrifying power, and every punch collides, you can feel the huge force coming from the opponent's fist, which is almost equal to him.

But!

It's still too weak.

The woman in front of him does not have the sense of oppression that the tiger brought to him at the beginning.

This is because Founder is entering the country too quickly.

Who can be like him, practice a martial arts cheat in a few hours, and practice to the peak of perfection in a few days.

Seeing that the cold girl had indeed exhausted the human skin ghost, and she could no longer take out a new human skin ghost, Fang Zheng did not delay any longer.

Immortal Seal!

Breath Illusion!

The cold girl was suddenly startled, the blow she was bound to get, suddenly missed inexplicably, the speed of the two was not much different, she obviously captured the trajectory of Fangzheng's attack, but the next moment, she actually missed with a punch, but when she wanted to react again, it was too late, boom!

A fist mark was like a cannon ball, rubbing the air at great speed, and slamming into the cold girl's abdomen.

The huge force like a fierce beast exploded in the abdomen of the cold girl, and she was almost pierced through the flesh and blood of the abdomen by Fang Zheng's punch.

Bang!

The glamorous girl was knocked out hard.

But the cold girl hadn't landed yet, and the next moment, Fang Zheng had already raised his knife to kill.

"Kneel for me!"

The speed of the knife was like lightning, and Fang Zheng slashed at the cold girl with the back of the knife, not wanting to kill the other party at once.

He also wanted to save the other party's life and ask for information.

Caught off guard, the somewhat embarrassed cold girl hurriedly raised her arm to block, bang!

The cold and glamorous girl who was still flying upside down in her own shape was suddenly smashed to the ground by Fangzheng's ferocious knife like a jack drop.

At this time, the cold girl was very embarrassed.

The person fell to the ground, her face was dusty, and all her arrogance was beaten to the dust like mud by Fang at this moment.

The phoenix is not as difficult as the pheasant.

The cold girl still wanted to resist violently, but found that her arms could not be raised, and then she was ashamed to find that on her white and flawless jade arms, there were two more big footprints, and the lotus root arms were being stepped on by Fang Zheng's two feet, and she was ridden under Fang Zheng like a female dog.

This made her misogynistic, disgusting inside.

Disgusted looked at Fangzheng.

The cold girl was unwilling and wanted to resist, but at this time, a big hand like a tight hoop grabbed the cold girl's snow-white neck, and a strong sense of suffocation made her face blue. At the same time, the cold blade of the Ghost Head Knife pressed tightly against her skin-like neck, and the snow tender skin that could be broken by blowing could clearly feel the cold killing intent on the Ghost Head Knife.

"Move a little more, I don't mind leaving a bowl-sized scar on your neck. Fang Zheng didn't pity the jade, his palm still clamped the snow-white neck of the woman on the ground, and his face was indifferent and threatening.

The old god stick may have been killed.

Not long ago, the other party even put him under a curse. On his back, there was still an invisible ghost bride lying on his stomach.

All of this stems from the girl in front of her, a femme fatale.

"Don't you like to teach people in an old-fashioned manner?"

"Obviously, a little girl who doesn't have a bulging chest, she doesn't study well, she doesn't study well, she runs around, shouts and kills, and only thinks about killing you and killing him all day long. ”

"From now on, I ask a question, and you answer. ”

"What the hell is the curse on me, and how can I unravel it?"

Fang Zheng asked in a condescending looking down posture.

To fulfill that sentence again, the phoenix in distress is not as good as a pheasant.

"Tempered?"

"Hard-mouthed?"

"Won't speak?"

Who knows, at this moment, the cold girl who was imprisoned on the ground suddenly wiped the knife edge herself.

Burst!

And so man died......

Fang Zheng couldn't react for a while, a chaste martyr, would rather die than give in?

But at this moment, bang, the body of the cold girl on the ground exploded like cloth, and the ordinary soul qi was +1.

Fang Zheng's expression was shocked, he was actually a skin ghost again!

But this time, he didn't see any flaws in the painting ghost, which showed that this painting skin ghost was much more advanced than other painting skin ghosts.

Just like when he faced the Evil Tiger, he also failed to see that it was just a human skin after the death of the Evil Tiger.

The vision is like seeing a goddess on the street, when you spend a lot of time, do a lot of foreplay and preparation, and are about to approach the goddess but look back... The goddess of the back became the killer of the back.

It's still a 70-year-old version of Ruhua.

Just ask you if it's exciting or not?

Unexpected or not?

Surprise or not?

Fang Zheng got up, still vigilantly holding the Ghost Head Knife in his hand, he looked around and found that the enchantment around Li Laosan's house had disappeared. And across from him, he was standing famously and very delicately, not like only people in reality... Seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school girl.

Amazingly, it was the cold girl of the Gao family who was ridden under him not long ago and committed suicide by wiping her neck!

Whether it is height, facial features, or body shape, they are all exactly the same.

But this cold girl seems to be the real deity.

Because between his eyebrows, his expression was even colder, and he couldn't see the coldness of joy, anger and sorrow at all, and it was as cold as a piece of ice for ten thousand years.

Since the deity is still alive, what happened to the previous painting skin?

Shouldn't it be made of human skin?

Fang faced this cold girl, and the first thing he said was a divine thought: "Can't the skin painter have a surgical breast augmentation?"

In fact, Founder's original intention was to stimulate and provoke the other party again.

Maybe it will allow him to gain another wave of soul energy.

Just now, he killed a total of seventeen human skins, lit up ten qi runes, and became rich overnight. In a few minutes, he had been gathering wool in a college town for five or six days.

Deposits skyrocketed overnight.

"Twice. The cold girl looked at the square in front of her, her face was expressionless, and she said inexplicable numbers.

The voice is clear and eloquent.

"My half-brother was peeled and refined into painted skin by me, and was killed by you in Longtou Lake half a month ago. ”

"The painted skin clone I spent ten days refining was killed by you again half a month later. ”

Peeling off your own blood brother?

Is it a tiger?

That genius of the Gao family who died young?

Fang Zheng gasped, but when he heard the next sentence, Fang Zheng hurriedly interrupted: "Wait, what kind of painting skin of yours obviously killed yourself by wiping your neck." ”

"I'm not a backstabber, I definitely don't carry this pot. ”