The white ghost shadow that came like a white crow that was densely culled was the dozens of paper piercing people in the sky.

"Good time!"

Fang Zheng shouted, stomped the corpse mountain under his feet, the skin on his body was golden and flowing, and the person had already swept across the sky like a big sun.

A terrifying momentum is rising, and he is completely unafraid of the paper piercing people who are killed.

Great dragon elephant!

True Qi Vortex!

Bang!

In an instant, the paper people who were slaughtered all over the sky were suddenly sucked by the whirlpool of huge suction, and they turned into the center of the whirlpool, and the paper people couldn't break free, and they were all rolled towards the center of the whirlpool.

Great dragon elephant!

Blood clouds with three knives!

For the yin and evil ghosts, it is a scorching yang fire that is naturally restrained, and the heavy knife momentum after the sacrifice of qi and blood explodes in an instant, and it is like a flame top, and it is like a flame top, fearlessly hitting the paper in the sky, and the paper that is sucked in the air is shattered into the burning confetti.

Poof!

Poof!

Normal Soul +1.

Normal Soul +1.

......

Dozens of white ghosts in the sky were blasted in the air and strangled out.

The human skin scripture instantly absorbed sixty-seven wisps of ordinary soul qi.

A few months ago, King Lao broke the rules first, leaving the seventy-two ghost gates without authorization, King Lao is dead, and our tomb keepers have already paid the due price, Yin Si bloody hands slaughtered my tomb keeper's two clansmen, you now take the initiative to knock on the door, the truth is on our side, really when our tomb keepers dare not resist to kill you......"

Clang!

Among the burning confetti that was blown up in the sky, there was something that suddenly blocked the square gyrosal and turned a knife, and a brilliant energy explosion shock wave erupted in the air, lighting up the corpse cave in an instant.

Bright as day.

Among the confetti burning in the sky was a middle-aged scribe with a pale face and a plain white robe.

It is still dressed by the ancients.

It's just that the abnormally pale face that seems to be lying in a coffin without basking in the sun all year round doesn't look like a normal living person at all.

"You're just a junior in the early stage of the Night Tour, I'm in the late stage of the Night Tour, and I'm killing you like ......"

The middle-aged scribe hasn't finished speaking, Dawei Dragon Elephant!

Blood cloud three knives! Broken bones and tendons!

At first, the middle-aged scribe confidently stretched out his hand to block, but the next moment, when he sensed that something was wrong, it was too late to change his trick and block back.

Fang Fang's face was indifferent, and his eyes were unusually calm during the battle.

Breath Illusion!

Burst!

An arm was sliced off shoulder-to-shoulder with a sharp ghost-headed knife.

The body in mid-air suddenly lost its balance, like a ground-penetrating missile, and fell to the ground fiercely, smashing a big crater in the mountain of corpses.

"Why, how is it possible! You're only in the early stage of the Night Tour, and I'm only in the late stage of the Night Tour!"

A terrifying voice came from the pit of the corpse mountain.

Fang Zheng ignored it, holding a long knife in his hand, and strode out with two feet, however, there was no middle-aged scribe in the pit.

At this moment, hundreds of male and female corpses stood up in the corpse cave, and then formed a stream of corpses, and Sen Sen surrounded and killed.

Hammer!

Fang Zheng stood still, the sharp claws of these ordinary corpses could not even break through the golden streamer cicada membrane attached to the skin on his body.

Aside from hindering Fangzheng's actions, no tangible damage can be done.

"Too light, too light, too light!"

As the battle grew, Fang Zheng's momentum became more and more fierce.

However!

In this corpse-like cavern, there were more dead bodies standing up, and more corpses were surrounding the central square.

Dragon and Tiger Double Golden Bell Jar!

Roar!

A dragon and a tiger roared, with a fierce momentum, bursting the eardrums, a mouthful of antique golden bells covered Fang Zheng, and the corpses around him were violently knocked away and pushed out.

Seeing that he couldn't break through quickly for a while, he took this opportunity, and the square inside the golden bell jar collected the boiling blood all over his body, and he put away the state of qi and blood sacrifice, and the white steam on his body re-condensed into a handful of yang fire on his shoulder. At the same time, swallow a blood-tonifying medicine in time to restore some of the qi and blood burned in the body.

Avoid the period of weakness after the sacrifice of qi and blood.

Looking at the loss of the figure of the middle-aged scribe, he fell into an endless stream of corpses for a while, and the golden bell jar was completely engulfed by the corpse tide, and the square inside the golden bell jar was calm, calm and calm.

Streams of true qi spread all over the surface of the golden bell jar......

It's really angry to detect the enemy!

Click!

There was a deafening sound of the ancient temple hitting the bell, and in the flow of corpses, there was an extremely fast figure, which almost broke the golden bell jar, and the golden bell jar cracked one after another glass cracks, but it was limited to that.

If you really want to break through the golden bell jar, there is still a little bit of strength left.

It's the middle-aged scribe of the late night wanderer who is hiding in the flow of corpses and waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack!

Unable to strike a blow, the middle-aged scribe retreated, wanting to hide in the corpse stream again, and then waiting for the opportunity to move.

But Fang Zheng didn't give him this chance at all.

What a way to detect the enemy!

Finally got you!

"Hiding and hiding like a mouse, the grave keeper is nothing more than this in my eyes!"

As soon as the breath in the body changed, the dragon and tiger golden bell jar disappeared, and Fang was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, rampage all the way, savagely flying away the dead corpses that were in the way all the way, and subduing the demon King Kong Seal!

Seeing the Huhu fist mark smashed head-on, the middle-aged scribe almost bit his tongue in fright, and his scalp was a little numb.

"Damn! You definitely have the strength of the late stage of the Night Tour! How is it possible! It's only been three months!"

A chill swelled in the heart of the middle-aged scribe.

Fang Zheng's pursuit came so fast that the middle-aged scribe didn't even have a chance to use other means, so he could only forcibly take a breath, and the only remaining arm forcibly blocked Fang Zheng's fist print.

"It's a good time! let me see if the night tour can catch me a few punches!"

"The grave keeper in the later stage of the night tour should cry for a long time when he cries with a punch?!!!"

Bang! Bang!

The more the middle-aged scribe received Fang Zheng's fist seal, the more shocked he became, and he couldn't catch Fang Zheng's boundless fist intent with only two punches!

Every time he retaliated, it was as if he had been read by a mind reader, and he could always be predicted in advance, so that every counterattack would be interrupted in advance.

In particular, the vastness and domineering fist intent on Fangzheng's fist just suppressed the yin power in his body, making it difficult for him to exert his strength to full strength.

Click!

There were more and more cracks on the arm, cracking open one after another, which was the wound that was torn open by Fang Zhenghao's fist hit on the arm.

Finally!

The arms full of cracks can no longer be supported in the domineering and airtight fist shadow.

Disheveled!

The only remaining arm was blown up by the Founder Fist Print!

"Six Punches, it seems that you are only at the bottom of the ranking in the late stage of the Night Tour!"

Fang Zheng looked at the middle-aged scribe who was smashed into his arm with a punch and flew out like a cannonball, his face was indifferent, and his tone was strong.

After listening to Fang Zheng's words, the middle-aged scribe who flew out finally couldn't help but feel aggrieved in his heart, and shouted in humiliation: "Are you a nervous disorder! I slept well next to the coffin of the white tiger, you can't lift the coffin of the white tiger, what kind of trouble is it to turn your head and beat me!"

"Because you're the weakest of the four in the coffin!" Fang Zheng said reasonably.

"Of course, to kill chickens and monkeys is to pick soft persimmons and pinch them!"

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