The palm of his hand was folded, and the huge force directly pinched and exploded the armed soldiers and Li Yuan's body.

The flesh and blood of both melted into the palms of his hands, exactly like Kenneth's situation.

However, when the flesh and blood melted in, the face belonging to Li Yuan did not appear in the palm of his hand.

The flesh giant suddenly let out a roar, and a gentle halo appeared in the palm of his hand, and the shadow of a thin needle the length of a palm could be faintly seen floating in it.

The needle is drilled from the palm of the hand to the elbow little by little.

The flesh giant's roar grew muffled, and the terrifying madness of the monstrous aura subsided.

At the same time, Tao E felt a loosening of his body, and the feeling of almost madness disappeared, like a drowning person finally breathing fresh air.

The ferocity of the source is suppressed.

The power of the mad beast in Tao E's body also calmed down.

"Li Yuan has been prepared for a long time." Xia Yanzhen looked around, not knowing where Li Yuan's body was hiding.

Maybe the body didn't come at all, and since he has the ability to manipulate the puppet, there is no need to risk himself.

The flesh giant stopped, and the needle had reached his elbow.

At that moment, his other arm suddenly moved, and Kenneth's face in his palm opened his eyes with a face full of madness.

Grabbing his left arm with his right hand, his claws slammed into the flesh and teared it hard.

He pulled his left arm away from his body along with the thin needle inside and threw it to the ground.

"Hahahaha! Let's die together! ”

Kenneth's muffled voice came, with a madness that had gone with it, fading away until it was quiet.

It's a pity that Li Yuan didn't respond.

The Flesh Giants regain their freedom and begin to attack wildly, possibly due to Kenneth's remaining hatred.

Its targets are the unabsorbed, dead corpses in the burial chamber.

The mad flesh giants trampled them all to pieces, sparing not a single one.

Xia Yanzhen took up and confronted the power of the mad beast, and Tao E, who was difficult to move, quickly withdrew from the tomb.

After moving away from the flesh giant, Tao E was in a slightly better state.

Xia Yanzhen stuffed the gun to him: "You wait." ”

"Aren't you leaving?" Tao E asked.

"It's all here, I want to try it." Xia Yanzhen said, "And that needle may be useful to you." ”

"Be careful, if you can't get out, we'll run." Tao E said.

Xia Yanzhen nodded and re-entered the tomb.

In the burial chamber, the flesh and blood giants had already trampled all of Li Yuan's puppets to shreds, and they did not absorb the corpses that devoured them.

The torn arm was fine on the ground.

Xia Yanzhen walked over quickly, and the flesh and blood giant immediately reacted, his short legs kicked the ground, writhed like a snake, and swung towards Xia Yanzhen with one claw.

Xia Yanzhen paused, didn't dodge, and turned around with a punch.

Fists collide with huge palms.

The palm of the hand shattered instantly, and the entire arm was scattered into a large number of fragments.

The flesh giant let out an angry roar and pounced on Xia Yanzhen properly.

"I think I really have critical damage to these things?" A thought flashed through Xia Yanzhen's mind, but he still didn't dodge, and took the initiative to hit the flesh giant's head.

Fragile, fragile!

The flesh giant's powerful power did bring some feedback, and He Nai's body was too fragile for Xia Yanzhen.

It's like a ball of marshmallows crashing into itself at a high speed of 100 kilometers per hour.

Unable to bring real and substantial harm.

The flesh giant's head was shattered, but it was blood that drenched Xia Yanzhen's body.

The headless flesh giant wasn't dead, but its hollow eyes did seem to have some visual effect.

After losing his head, he began to dance mindlessly, hitting the floor, ceiling, and walls of the tomb.

The entire chamber trembled, and cracks were knocked out by the flesh giants.

Gravel falls to the ground.

Fortunately, the burial chamber was also very strong, and it did not collapse under such a violent impact.

Xia Yanzhen avoided some falling rocks and came to the side of the huge broken arm, which shattered into slag when touched.

The fine needles inside are not stained with any blood.

Its material is unknown, showing the color of white jade, perhaps made of jade.

Xia Yanzhen took the thin needle and left, avoiding the unconscious attack of the flesh giant on the way, ran to the passage outside the tomb, threw the thin needle and hurriedly ran back.

"......" Tao E, who was still sober, wanted to speak and stopped.

He wanted to say, or we'll leave.

As a result, Xia Yanzhen ran too fast and was too late.

Back in the burial chamber, the flesh giant seemed to adjust to the lack of a head, and its body gradually elongated, becoming more like a snake, sweeping past.

Xia Yanzhen kicked out.

Flesh splattered, and a huge gap formed, almost kicking the flesh giant in two.

The flesh giant rolled and slammed against the wall, silent for a moment.

"Well, that's ......"

Xia Yanzhen saw that there was something in the gap that he kicked out.

It's not like flesh and blood, white bone fragments and other miscellaneous things, but something sharp black and red.

didn't wait for Xia Yanzhen to see what it was.

The thing suddenly moved, and immediately after, the flesh giant suddenly burst out several blood-colored flames from the inside out.

Something tore it from the inside.

The blood-colored flames ignited the flesh giant's stump, and it burned.

In the midst of the ruins of flames and flesh, a figure struggled and slowly stood up.

It was a dried corpse, holding a sword in both hands, and the pillar sword supporting its body.

"It should be the ontology of Byron Kenneth."

Xia Yanzhen guessed the identity of this dry corpse.

The body of the great mad beast hunter, Byron Kenneth, recorded in the fresco.

I don't know how long it took for him to die, but the body did not completely turn into white bones, but into a dry corpse.

After Byron Kenneth's corpse stood firmly, he raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Xia Yanzhen.

"It's ...... Eight-faced Han Sword? ”

Xia Yanzhen saw that the sword in his hand was almost exactly the same as the eight-sided Han sword, but the overall body of the sword was black and red.

It may be black, red is just mottled blood stains on it, like blooming roses.

Byron Dry Corpse held the sword in one hand, and after a slight shake, he rushed towards Xia Yanzhen.

"So fast!"

A thought flashed through Xia Yanzhen's mind, and he instinctively stepped back and turned sideways.

The speed of the dried corpse is much faster than that of the flesh giant.

The blade of the sword grazed his cheek.

Byron immediately changed the stab to a sweep, and Xia Yanzhen kicked out, kicked away the dry corpse, and opened the distance between the two.

Avoid being beheaded by a sword, or half of it.

Xia Yanzhen reached out and touched his cheek, a shallow scar, and a slight tingling sensation came.

The sword, made of unknown material, was buried with Byron Kenneth and resurfaced, still with a terrifying sharpness.

Xia Yanzhen has tested it himself, and his skin is far tougher than ordinary people.

Scratching with utility knives, scissors, or even kitchen knives will only leave a little trace.

The sword had almost skimmed past, but it still left a trail of blood.

It can be seen that it is sharp.

Glancing at a trace of blood on his fingers, Xia Yanzhen exhaled lightly, his eyes burning, staring at the dried corpse Byron.

The dry corpse continued to attack Xia Yanzhen with his sword.

The sword is beautiful and powerful, like a blooming flower, enveloping Xia Yanzhen.

If the sword body is bright, it has already flashed layers of cold light, which is impressive.

In the face of this sword, Xia Yanzhen quickly retreated, not making dangerous close-quarters dodge moves.

He's not a martial arts or martial arts master.

Dry corpse Byron's sword moves were exquisite, but his speed was not as fast as Xia Yan's, and he pulled away a little distance.

Xia Yanzhen seized the opportunity, his body was short, and he grabbed a piece of gravel and smashed it at the dry corpse.

The rubble roared, and under Xia Yanzhen's hard throw, the power was amazing.

The corpse immediately raised its sword in front of it, and slashed it down.

The stones were crushed and turned into more pebbles, some of which continued to fall on the corpses.

It's like a goddess scattering flowers.

The body of the dried corpse shook, and several black holes and wounds could be seen, but no blood flowed out.

These wounds did not affect the movement of the dried corpse, and once again deceived himself, sweeping with a sword.

The two are constantly moving between the two in this spacious burial chamber.

Xia Yanzhen's speed is better than that of the dry corpse Byron, but he can't really turn around and run, constantly retreating and tossing, which will inevitably affect him.

In a short time, there were several more wounds on his body, and blood flowed out and soaked through his clothes.

The right arm of the dry corpse Byron was also broken by Xia Yanzhen.

But after it changed to the left-handed sword, the swordsmanship was still agile and elegant, exquisite, and unaffected.

If it weren't for the wrong image, I'm afraid he would also be a dashing swordsman.

"Whew, Whew......"

The smell of rust came from his throat, and Xia Yanzhen, whose chest was frequently heaving, watched the dry corpse attack with a sword.

This time he didn't retreat, but instead rushed forward and dodged sideways.

The blade pressed against his side, the blade cutting through the skin, muscles, and ribs grinding against him, bringing pain and a sense of urgency close to death.

Xia Yanzhen's face sank, and he took this opportunity to grab the wrist of the dry corpse and twist it!

With a sharp sword in his wrist, the blade turned upward, and was caught by Xia Yanzhen, and at the same time, Xia Yanzhen punched the head of the dry corpse.

This punch is unreserved, the wind and thunder are roaring, and the stone is shattering!

The head of the dried corpse Byron was hit by a fist and shattered, and the fragments of bones splattered and left nothing inside.

Seeing is about to settle the dust.

The corpse's left hand holding the sword suddenly loosened, and the sword sank.

The weight of this sword was somewhat unexpected by Xia Yanzhen, and the severe pain caused by the friction with the wounds and bones made him unable to completely clamp the sword body for a while.

The palm of the corpse opened and slapped the hilt of the falling sword!

The blade of the sword is upward, and the hilt is downward, and it will be reversed.

With its sharpness, it was enough to cut off Xia Yanzhen's entire arm!

At this critical juncture, Xia Yanzhen's eyes suddenly became blank, and instead of losing his mind, he felt that the world was clear, and his thinking reaction was running to the extreme.

"That's how it feels!"

Something is broken, the shackles are broken!

Xia Yanzhen kicked hard with his right foot on the ground, and the sole of his shoe shattered together with the ground.

A shallow pit was stepped out like this, Xia Yanzhen grabbed the dried corpse with both hands, and rushed out in an instant.

The sword behind his back spun in midair, barely enough to leave a wound near his shoulder blade.

Clasped his hands into the dried corpse, Xia Yanzhen's eyes were full of fierce light, and he tore them fiercely to both sides.

Byron's shriveled body was torn in half by him.

"Boom!"

A dull crash sounded, and Xia Yanzhen slammed into the walls of the tomb with two pieces of his body.

Only then did the spinning sword hit the ground, piercing more than half a meter into the ground, and the end of the hilt trembled slightly.