This son is not destined to become a big disaster!

"Aren't you going to kill me? Then give it a try. Shen Xingliu raised his knife and pointed forward, and he judged the general direction of the voice.

The woman in black turned her heart sideways, gritted her teeth and said, "Boy, don't be rampant, see how you break my net." ”

"Give it all to me!"

The ghost-faced man entered the large array under the gap opened by the woman in black. Unlike the Black Iron Ghost-Faced People, all of them came this time with bronze Ghost-Faced People, and they were all second-grade martial artists.

"It's a good time, let's die for the master!"

Shen Xingliu shouted, raised the knife and stepped forward, but no one survived under the black knife.

With a single sword, he slashed a ghost-faced man, along with the scimitar in his hand.

"You're using a weapon from the Northern Rouge?"

Slashing down a ghostface, he finally remembered where he had seen the weapons.

"Hey, boy, you've got a good memory." The Bronze Ghostface Man laughed, "It's a pity you're going to die soon." ”

Fifty bronze ghost-faced people roared, and they were not afraid of death to fight with Shen Xingliu.

They are burdened with the souls of 30,000 Darou soldiers, and both sides have a deep blood feud with each other.

If it was just an attack from the ghost-faced man, Shen Xingliu wouldn't have to have a headache, but he also had to guard against hidden weapons from the air.

More than a dozen puppets were constantly changing directions under the traction of the Hundred Refining Silk, releasing different hidden weapons.

"Whew!" "Smack!"

Shen Xingliu blocked an iron thistle, his body was covered with blood, some of them were of his own, and more of them were ghost-faced people.

When the puppet misses a blow, it will withdraw, and then continue to attack at another tricky angle, with a different hidden weapon.

Fortunately, he had opened the Sea of Consciousness before, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss.

Killed another Ghostface, the twenty-fifth he'd ever killed. A small hill had formed at his feet, and he stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the many ghost-faced people.

Whenever the Ghostface is missing, another one will rush into the formation to fill the gap.

"Come on, little cubs. Just let the guys kill hard! ”

Looking at the bronze ghost-faced man, he began to tremble with trembling steps, and he laughed heartily.

"Sting!" "Poof!"

At the same time as Shen Xingliu laughed wildly, the woman in black took the opportunity to sneak attack, and a purple-black dark soul needle that exuded purple scales stabbed into his back silently.

"Ahem!"

Shen Xingliu spat out a mouthful of blood and breathed heavily, if he hadn't supported his body with a black knife, he was afraid that he would have fallen.

"How so? How can there be no slightest perception? He was puzzled and said softly.

The woman in black was in a good mood and said mockingly: "Boy, you are very good, you actually opened up the sea of consciousness, but you can't escape my dark soul needle after all." ”

"Because it can devour spiritual sense!"

Backhanded, he pulled out the dark soul needle on his back, he sniffed, in addition to his own bloody smell, there was also a fishy smell.

"Oh? It turned out to be this kind of scale. Shen Xingchu laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, your craftsmanship is still a little worse, such a thick iron nail, you are embarrassed to call it." Needle? ”

"Look for death!" The black-clothed woman's face was blushing for a while when she was insulted by him, and then she said with a blue face: "You stand down." ”

The bronze ghost-faced man had long lost his fighting spirit, and hurriedly withdrew from the formation, and when he saw the closed gap, he thought thoughtfully.

"Click!"

The twelve puppets, suspended in the air by the hundred refining silks, were released by the woman in black together.

"Is it finally coming?" Shen Xingliu shook off the blood-stained black knife, and looked up at the air.

The puppet rolled its big eyes, stretched out its hands and opened its big mouth, and thousands of machines were like raindrops, sending out together.

"Immovable as a mountain!"

Shen Xingliu's face froze, and he turned his body away, using the strongest defensive move.

The black knife was like the wind, colliding with the black raindrops, bursting into bursts of sparks.

Sparks make people not feel a trace of warmth, but a trace of coolness from the bottom of their hearts, every spark means a confrontation, and the slightest carelessness is death on the spot.

Shen Xingliu blocked most of the hidden weapons, but there were killing intentions hidden in the raindrops, that is, the Dark Soul Needle.

But because he was on guard this time, he was not embarrassed, and after a wave of attack and defense, he was hit by four stitches.

"Uhh "Jingle bell!"

Taking advantage of the time available, he pulled out an iron nail on his thigh and three needles in his back.

One of the ones was a little deep, so he had to cut some of the flesh with a black knife, and pulled it out together with the skin.

Whenever the dark soul needle pierced him, he would always feel a pain in his soul, and if he didn't pull it out, it would affect the perception of spiritual sense.

"Is that all you have to say?" Shen Xingliu trembled and held the black knife in his hand, and sneered: "It's my turn now!" ”

At the critical moment, he suddenly remembered that the trick used by Ling Zhu Dao in the dart game, Tai Chi Yun Hand.

Although Shen Xingliu didn't know Tai Chi, he found that as long as he changed slightly, the operation of his own internal force could also take the puppet and fight again, shortening the attack distance.

"Huh!"

The violent internal force impacted the tendons, and some of the tendons and veins had not yet been opened, so they could only be forcibly opened at this time, and the throat was sweet, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

In the large array, the grass and trees were automatic without wind, and there was a burst of flying sand and rocks.

The woman in black frowned wildly at the sight, and the puppet was suspended in the air, swaying back and forth.

When she sensed Shen Xingliu's intentions, before she could take it back, she was taken away from a puppet.

"Boy, you dare!"

"Poof!"

As soon as the light of the knife lit up, the puppet was slashed in response.

Shen Xingliu saw that the blow was successful, and grinned: "You see if I dare!" ”

"Come again!"

He has a big hand, and a strong gravitational force bursts out of it, and he wants to take a picture.

How could the woman in black let him succeed, controlling the hundred refining silk at hand and firmly binding the puppet.

"Boy, you let go." The woman in black felt like she was in a tug-of-war with ten bulls, and she couldn't win even if she was strung into the flesh.

"Why don't you come out and kneel down and beg me?" Shen Xingliu said jokingly

The bursts of pain from the palm of her hand made the woman in black wake up, and her eyes rolled to her heart.

Let go of his hand, gently flick a hundred refining silk, and was a puppet fought over by the two, and was pulled over by Shen Xingliu.

"Huh?"

Shen Xingliu felt strange in his heart, but he was also vigilant in his heart.

The golem flew upside down in front of him, and half the way it was gone, it suddenly turned around, fired a homage gun, and opened its chest, revealing a jagged inside.

"Hmph, little trick!"

The mind flashed, and then he slapped a palm, and the gravitational force instantly changed, turning into a powerful repulsive force, and the flying chasing gun was shot back.

With great force, the Homage Gun plunged into the puppet's chest and flew it upside down.

"Bang!"

The puppet touched the Hundred Refining Silk and turned into a pile of fragments, which crackled from the air and fell to the ground.

"Damn, my puppet, give it to me, cut him!"

The bronze ghost-faced man received the order and rushed into the formation, rushing forward, wanting to slash and kill Shen Xingliu, who was about to be seriously injured.

"Good time!"

Shen Xingliu strode off the corpse mountain and rushed towards the ghost-faced man, where perhaps the only way to survive.

The ghost-faced people frantically poured in, but Shen Xingliu, who was seriously injured, was not an idle person.

He slashed left and right, and actually killed a bloody path.

"Damn bastard, it's really hard to kill." The woman in black said softly.

"My lord, this kid has seen through the gap in the big array, and he is going to kill the opening."

There was a bronze ghost-faced man in the formation who came to report, and the woman in black nodded to indicate that she understood, and asked the former to go down to block Shen Xingliu.

"Hehe, let him feel hope, and then give despair?"

The body of the woman in black gradually disappeared into the trunk of the tree and melted into the night.

In the big array, the situation took a sharp turn, and the advantage seemed to have come to Shen Xingliu's side, seeing that the exit was getting closer and closer.

He roared, and slashed out a half-moon-shaped cyan sword qi, and the sword qi flew sideways and cut off several ghost-faced people.

At the same time, there were nine puppets, mixed in with the crowd, and quickly killed.

Their hands turned into sharp blades, and they all flew into the air. The chest opened, revealing the bracket inside, and it was a short gun.

Shen Xingliu, who was surrounded before and after, had no way back.

"Quack!"

The short spear was ejected by the machine, and it shot quickly towards Shen Xingliu's limbs and head, and there were even four shots from the front chest and back chest.

"Is there really no way?"

Shen Xingliu closed his eyes, and the clarity and chaos in his mind were mixed.

No, no, I still have someone to protect!

"Wow!"

Shen Xingliu, who was immersed in the sea of consciousness, was awakened by the cry of this divine bird.

As if sensing his strong desire to survive, the light turned into the appearance of a divine bird and rushed towards his chest.

His eyes were half-squinted, and he stretched out his hand to catch the bird.

"Ding!"

The divine bird touched his fingertips and flew into him in streams of light, becoming one with him.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Shen Xingliu, who was surrounded by clusters, suddenly opened his eyebrows when he was dying and dying.

He looked up to the sky and roared, and his voice was not a human voice, but the chirping of a sacred bird.

"I'm not dying, I'm not dying!"

"Poof! Rumble! ”

The fiery red internal force turned into a powerful storm, and the Shen Xingliu in the eye of the storm was wrapped in flames on the surface of the body, forming the phantom of the divine bird.

"Click!"

A series of cracking sounds were heard, and the chaser gun was shattered by Qi Qi. The ghost-faced man who was close let out a miserable scream and turned directly into a cloud of flying ashes.

This wave of crisis was resolved, and another wave of crisis followed.

Shen Xingliu, who burst out with amazing internal strength, almost fell down with a vague footstep, and as soon as he stood up, the blade in the hands of the puppets was immediately cut from top to bottom.

"Dangchang!"

Shen Xingliu blocked the attacks of the two puppets, but there were too many blades, so he had to hold the black knife horizontally and hold the remaining blades to the death.