Big brother!

This person is the ghost doctor after the disguise, the head of the twelve disciples of the cult.

No one would have thought that only Bingwei was hiding among the villagers.

No one would have thought that in this bright daylight, the ghost doctor would appear here in full view.

It's a raid!

Only Bingwei, who turned from a middle-aged uncle into a cult disciple in seconds, did not use his unique weapon, the Ghost Tooth Needle, this time, nor did he cast his black hole magic skill, but directly used his hands.

A withered hand, five fingers in the air instantly turned into claws, and with a thunderous momentum, it grabbed Feng Yi's neck like lightning.

The reason why he used his hands was because he could feel the thrill of killing life more clearly and truly!

It was all so sudden!

Murderous.

Only Bingwei's determination to kill Feng Yi with his own hands was determined by all his might, and no one could stop him.

Feng Yi was caught off guard, and could only watch as the senior brother's hand grabbed his throat almost irresistibly, causing him to stop breathing, and he couldn't help but want to give up, so he closed his eyes and died.

Of course, he must not do that.

He wanted to rebel.

From poisoning to killing, they never stopped, never gave up.

I've become like this, don't they let go of themselves?

I didn't expect that my weight in the enemy camp would be so heavy? It made them want to kill again and again.

They think so highly of themselves!

With his personality, he wanted to say angrily, "If you want to kill me, I want to live." But Bingwei didn't give him a chance to behave and speak.

In this moment when he was gradually dying to his senses, Feng Yi summoned up his supreme will, resisted the poisonous grasp that eroded his mind, and swore not to bow his head, Huo Ran used the wooden talisman to control the wooden wheelchair under the seat, and slid backwards regardless of everything.

However, the other party's fingers are like shadows, galloping like wild horses, chasing after them.

There was a sweet throat, and blood spurted out of Feng Yi's mouth like spring water.

"Sir!"

After Zhao Wuwu, who was two feet away, heard only Bingwei's cruel words, he turned around like a whirlwind, and happened to see his devil's fierce claws sticking out of his throat, his whole body shook violently, and he screamed out loud.

No matter how loud your voice is, there is no threat.

However, just when Bingwei's claws were an inch away from Feng Yi's throat, when Feng Yi's life was hanging by a thread, in this extremely short period of time, Zhao Wuwu had already reacted, and the water scoop in his hand escaped the trajectory of heaven and earth, and attacked and killed only Bingwei like the roar of the Yellow River.

It was shocking and inexplicable, and it was unbelievable that the speed at which Zhao Wuwu threw the water scoop as a weapon was exactly the same as the speed at which Zhi Bingwei stretched out his five fingers and grabbed Feng Yi.

"Whew!"

The scoop of water, which was more powerful than the electric light, burned in the air.

Due to the urging of Zhao Wuwu's powerful phoenix blood skills, the water scoop turned into a highly lethal ball of fire like a movie.

If you want to kill Feng Yi, then you have to accompany him to die!

This is also Zhao Wuwu's helpless move.

Because she was next to the Ten Thousand Tribulation Spring Well, about two zhang away from the seal, and in this extremely short period of time, it was almost impossible to save people perfectly.

Of course, the water scoop can only stop the opponent for a moment as a lethal weapon, making it retreat and retreat, and her real trick is the phoenix blood true fire palm that comes one after another like electricity, water and fire.

Only in this way can she save Feng Yi.

Only Bingwei is indeed weighing the consequences of the same death in such a situation.

First of all, he didn't want to die.

Second, he has already gained the upper hand.

The plan was born from the heart, but Bingwei decisively retreated and changed to another way to kill Feng Yi.

Under the attack of the burning fire ball of the water scoop and the two terrifying forces in front of and behind the phoenix blood true fire palm, only Bingwei had to withdraw the five fingers of his right hand, and at the same time made a graceful backward tilting action with the help of the closing momentum, and instantly avoided the attack of the fire ball, which was not bad.

Zhao Wuwu saw that the goal had been achieved, and she had obtained that precious space, her heart was ecstatic, of course she refused to let go of this fleeting and delicate situation, and the phoenix blood true fire in her palm suddenly rose to the limit, attacking only Bingwei from top to bottom.

Although Bingwei's body leaned back, it did not weaken his momentum, but instead moved his strength to the state of the most Lingcen, and it was counter-defensive and offensive.

I saw him arrive at a distance from the ground, take a deep breath, twist his waist and legs violently, his whole body swept up obliquely like a cloud, and he laughed with infinite satisfaction in his heart, and his left and right palms burst out like lightning at the same time, like a great river of the Yangtze River.

The body method is too fast, and the ghost is no different.

"Princess, be careful!"

Feng Yi, who had slightly recovered his ability to breathe, immediately knew only Bingwei's trick.

As soon as the words fell, he was once again on the cusp of the storm, and he didn't have time to respond, so he was instantly pulled and pulled by the powerful and powerful left palm of Zhi Bingwei, and he was lifted directly from his wheelchair and thrown into the air above the mouth of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Spring.

Four of his sternum were broken, accompanied by a slight displacement, and an irresistible pain came from his chest, which made him dare not breathe hard, and he was extremely sad.

After Feng Yi spewed out a large mouthful of blood, Lingtai's mind instantly became blurred until it was pitch black.

Only Bingwei's miraculous set of actions shows that he is experienced in actual combat, especially the cleverness of the response, the swiftness of the body, and the weirdness of the moves, which really lives up to the name of "ghost doctor", all of which are breathtaking.

Zhao Wuwu was shocked, although he knew the purpose of the Bingwei, but it was too late to care about the safety of the air seal. When his eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, the phoenix blood true fire in the palm of his hand just met the shadow of Bingwei's right palm, and there was no room for turn.

It was a strange and awkward scene, but it was wonderful.

In an instant, one was down-to-earth, and the other was swirling in the air, and two completely different ferocious forces were rampage.

"Bang!"

If thunder and fire struck the earth, the energy swirled from the intersection of palms, causing the whole village to tremble.

Phosgene is gone.

The figure is like an electric shock, at first glance.

Zhao Wuwu and Zhi Bingwei each spurted blood wildly, fell back, and when they barely stood firm, they had already retreated more than ten steps.

Zhao Wuwu was shocked, the palms of her hands were burning with pain, just now when she was in contact with him, the other party obviously secretly hid a small ghost tooth needle in his palm.

The golden needle penetrated through the palm of her hand, making her feel unbearable pain.

Zhao Wuwu felt that he was at an unprecedented disadvantage in the battle of psychology, momentum and substance.

The confronted only Bingwei was silent, looking up and down at the frightened Zhao Wuwu, the corners of his mouth showed a strange evil smile, and his eyes flashed with joy.

Suddenly, there was another "bang!" sound.

Feng Yi's thin figure fell directly into the Ten Thousand Tribulation Spring Well from mid-air.

The spring water stirred up, splashing countless blood flowers.

When Zhao Wuwu saw the tragic situation but couldn't help it, he shouted "Sir!" again in despair, it happened that Lan Mo and Shangguan Bupo rushed over from the ancestral hall at a lightning speed.

Their Shushan disciples were packing up their things in the ancestral hall, and no one would have thought that Zhao Wuwu and Feng Yi would be attacked and killed by the ghost doctor Zhi Bingwei when they came out to bask in the sun.

When I heard the strange noise, I was suddenly startled, and when I came out to see, it was really a thunderbolt from the sky, and the color changed in unison.

If you want to save someone, it's too late.

Almost at the same time, only Bingwei's eyes turned, and he became as sharp as a sword, and several ghost tooth needles in his hand flew together again, and they shot at the octagonal talisman around the wellhead of the spring.

"Bang!"

The talisman shattered, turned into countless stones, and instantly filled the mouth of the well.

Zhao Wuwu was heartbroken and immediately told his soul to disperse, only to feel weakness all over his body, and his heart was so depressed that his breathing stopped, and then the sky swirled, his eyes turned black, and he fainted to the ground.

This is the end of the assassination.

Feng Yi was seriously injured and fell into the well, and was sealed by stones, and the chance of survival was very small, and it can be said that he must die.

Only Bingwei was not carried away by the victory, when he heard the sound of the wind breaking behind him, he already had a plan in his heart, and laughed gloomily: "Where did you come from, where do you go back." Hehe, the old man will no longer be accompanied. As he spoke, he took off the ground, his body changed from slow to fast, and he flew away like a ghost, and disappeared into the dark spot at the entrance of the village.

Lan Mo and Shangguan landed in a deep breath and no longer pursued.

Lan Mo looked at the broken and sealed Quanjing in disbelief, stunned for a moment, couldn't hold back her grief anymore, tears burst out of her eyes, her feet were weak, she fell to her knees, she didn't even have the strength to run to the Quanjing, and cried in a panic: "Senior brother, hurry, hurry up and save Mr. Feng." You were fine just now, how can this be? You haven't shined yet, and your fame has been passed down through the ages?"

Shangguan Bupo rushed to the mouth of the spring well, racing against time to salvage Feng Yi who fell into the well, and kept secretly saying in his heart: "Mr. Feng, you are fine, you won't...... I will definitely save you. ”

Then, he quickly swept away a few large stones, and without hesitation, jumped directly into the well to fish for the seal.

No more bloodflowers.

The spring water is clear and turquoise again.

The depth of the well is about three zhang high, and the further down it goes, the darker the light becomes.

There is a huge torrent whirlpool at the bottom of the well, constantly gushing out a string of bright crystal beads, large and small, staggered and scattered, like the pearl of the pearl.

Shangguan Bupo looked around at the bottom of the well with the help of the faint light, but he didn't see Feng Yi, and after groping for a while, it was still in vain.

"Could it be that the corpse went into the whirlpool?" Shangguan Bupo was shocked by his own speculation, and his body and mind were already cold.

Use it all in one go.

Shangguan Bupo continued to run his true qi, lifted his qi and lightened his body, and reluctantly broke the spring and rushed out, surfaced, and fell to the ground.

Seeing everyone's eyes of anticipation and hope, Shangguan Bupo shook his head with difficulty, and sighed dejectedly: "I didn't find Mr. Feng at the bottom of the well, I only saw a huge torrent whirlpool." ”

The crowd changed color in unison, and they were grieving.

With the help of Lan Mo, the unconscious Zhao Wuwu happened to wake up, and when he heard Shangguan Bupo's words, he remembered the past when his master and apprentice traveled through the underground river, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and said, "Don't panic, everyone." Mr. Jiren Tianxiang, presumably by the spring water whirlpool at the bottom of the well, washed into the underground moisturizing weak river. As he spoke, he looked at the camphor tree at the entrance of the village with hazy tears in his eyes.

Will Feng Yi come out of the ancient altar under the sacred tree?

Anything is possible.