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"This ......"

Zhang Biao almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, what is the situation of cutting people on the field?

But if someone cuts him on the head, can he still sit idly by?

No!

One word, that is, dry!

Special mother's!

Don't think that Lao Tzu is afraid of you, and he won't dare to do anything to you?

Leaving the protection range of the five-grade demon beast, the level of your horse riding is the same as Lao Tzu, even if Lao Tzu hacks you to death, it will make you live uncomfortably for the rest of your life.

Thinking about it, Zhang Biao clenched the big knife in his hand again, and swung it, the sword rubbed against the ground and sparked, the yellow sand was swept up by the strong wind, and the big knife was quickly wrapped in yellow spiritual power, carrying the yellow sand, and slashed towards Shan Wushuang.

On the other side, Shan Wushuang was also red-eyed, suppressed by rank, he saw that one by one was killed, and the minions had no power to fight back, at this time, he felt a little bad in his heart, and looked up, a huge yellow big knife was rapidly approaching him.

Above this broadsword...... Carrying some familiar energy fluctuations.

The spiritual power of the bandit he killed was similar to that of him.

Sure enough, it's pro-Laozi, and the spiritual power is so similar, not green.

This spiritual power level ...... The ninth layer of the Spirit Realm?

It's the same level as yourself.

It's just that......

Shan Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, his steps changed, and he actually withdrew a hundred meters to avoid its edge.

Not long after he became a spirit master, he knew very little about spirit masters, and the attack methods of spirit masters on his body were extremely monotonous, if he didn't have a brain to resist this attack, he might pay an irreparable price, which was an unwise choice.

can only avoid its edge and find an opportunity to attack...... Or, just consume him to death.

Compared with the total amount of spiritual power, he is really not afraid.

Zhang Biao's first attack missed, and the big knife slashed to the ground, and a knife mark of ten meters appeared on the ground, and rubble flew.

Zhang Biao, who failed to attack, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, picked up the big knife, and continued to attack.

"You dead monkey stepping on a horse, don't run, isn't it a man!"

Zhang Biao blurted out and scolded.

Shan Wushuang looked at the knife marks with palpitations, praised his wit, and sneered in his heart when he heard Zhang Biao's words.

With such a low-level radical method, will he be fooled?

Hehe......

"My son does things, why do you need to explain it to others!"

He was deeply affected by the pretending online article, and said this sentence coldly.

Full of force, full of middle two.

His feet were not idle, constantly dodging Zhang Biao's successive attacks.

When Zhang Biao heard this, his breath was a little unstable, his heart was irritable, his throat was slightly sweet, and there was a fishy smell, and with a wow, a mouthful of blood foam spurted out.

Well, a lot of money.

"Tsk, this psychological quality is also bad, I vomited blood in a word......"

Shan Wushuang muttered to himself, his voice was not small, and he happened to be heard by Zhang Biao, who vomited blood.

Wow, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was furious.

"Tsk, I heard that vomiting blood is addictive, although this son wants to kill you, you have a little ah, don't vomit blood to death. Shan Wushuang said again.

"Thank you for your concern, you died for Lao Tzu!!"

Zhang Biao resisted the urge to vomit blood again, gripped the handle of the knife again, the spiritual power exploded, the gravel everywhere was shaking, he raised the giant knife to the top of his head, and the gravel seemed to have lost contact with gravity, and flew up quickly, converging towards the top of his head.

Soon, the rubble turned into the shape of a giant knife above his head.

Zhang Biao smiled fiercely, very proud.

Obviously, this is his big move.

"Hahaha, hide, why don't you hide?"

Zhang Biao controlled the move and mocked in the direction of Shan Wushuang.

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, Ben Gongzi is just curious, if these stones fall from the top of your head, will you be buried? ”

Shan Wushuang stood a hundred meters away, and he didn't hide, pointing at Zhang Biao's moves and said with a smile.

But isn't it, what if you move such a pile of stones above your head, if you can't control it, and the pile of stones hits you? Is the first person in history to be stoned to death by his own trick?

"Don't bother with it!" Zhang Biao controlled the trick and said coldly, but the sweat sliding from his forehead showed that it was not easy to perform this trick.

"Your son's name is Zhang Chao...... standing a hundred meters away, Shan Wushuang suddenly asked.

"So what?"

"No, just now my son passed by a certain village, and when he saw that kid was not pleasing to the eye, he slaughtered him easily. Shan Wushuang shrugged.

“......”

“......”

“...... Wow, wow, wow!"

Zhang Biao was in a state of confusion, first he was silent, and then three mouthfuls of blood spit out one after another, the spiritual power in his body was shocked, and his moves could not be controlled......

Thundered......

The stone devoured Zhang Biao from top to bottom.

“......”

Shan Wushuang looked at him expressionlessly, not happy or sad in his heart, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The first person in history to be stoned to death by his own big move was born.

From his handwriting.

Shan Wushuang was not surprised by such a result, and was completely under his control.

He has heard some people say that Zhang Biao is short-tempered and easy to lose his mind, and the important thing is that this big boss is a notoriously loving son.

Just ask, who can bear the pain of losing a parent? Unless it is not his own son.

Knowing that his son is dead, it is strange that he still has the mind to control the ultimate move against him.

Moreover...... Shan Wushuang also learned a secret.

This big boss was a playboy in his early years, and later because a woman offended a certain big man, his crotch was abolished and he was not lifted for life, and Zhang Chao was the product of him before he was abolished, the only seedling of the old Zhang family.

It is precisely for this reason that he attaches so much importance to his son and dotes on him so much......

Zhang Biao is a rough person in the end, and he has no experience in educating children.

That's right, it's habitual, don't beat or scold, hold it in the palm of your hand, let it grow naturally, and unconditionally meet its material and spiritual needs, plus Zhang Chao's martial arts talent since he was a child has a tendency to be better than the blue, he has a face as a father, and he naturally likes his son even more.

Zhang Biao can't have a woman, but he still has a son, and his son is his spiritual sustenance.

However...... He is now getting the news that his son has been killed.

White-haired people send black-haired people!

What could be more tragic than this?

Therefore, after Zhang Biao learned about this, how could he still have the heart to manipulate the big move.

Mourning is greater than dying......

Looking at the pile of rocks for a long time, Shan Wushuang suddenly murmured: "This Qingfeng Village master is really a fool, in front of me with the same cultivation, he uses a time-consuming ultimate, isn't he afraid of my sneak attack?"

Yan'er had always followed Shan Wushuang, listened to his words, smiled, glanced at the pile of rubble, and her bright eyes were full of sympathy and laughter.

Bad Bad Single Brother...... It's so handsome~I like it~

"Childe, the minions of Qingfeng Village have been cleaned up, this is all the spatial rings of the spirit master in the cottage. Shadow was very efficient, and soon, he was back with Shan Wushuang.

The Purple Cloud Fairy has been following the shadow, well, close protection.

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