The black whip, like the giant teeth of a cold poisonous snake, and like the open mouth of a vicious wolf, with an extremely pungent fishy smell, bit Qi Xian's shoulder fiercely.

Hurt!

From the inside out, it hurts like a broken bone all over the body!

As if the thing that was pumped on his body was not a whip, but a soul order, Qi Xian only felt a pain born from his heart, which was born from his brain, transmitted to his shoulder, and fed back to his brain.

This kind of pain that makes people completely overwhelmed not only makes Qi Xian uncomfortable beyond words, but also makes him suspicious in his heart.

Isn't this whip a treasure?

"Where do you want to go?"

The voice of Yin Zhi came from behind him, and immediately, the big hand that had been pitch black grabbed Qi Xian's hair, and a big mouth full of foul smell, with disgusting saliva, came to Qi Xian.

"Lao Tzu gives you food to eat and gives you a place to sleep, you dare to run away without working?

Qi Xian turned his head in surprise, looked at this fat man with a fat face, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"What's going on, why would I be caught so easily?" Qi Xian thought in horror.

If the attack of the whip was caused by Qi Xian's lack of attention and the injury caused by running away in a hurry, then what happened when the hair was caught?

Obviously, he has clearly felt the arrival of that big hand, and even in his keen perception, he can clearly see the movements of the black hairs on that hand, but Qi Xian can't avoid it at all!

It's not that you can't avoid it, but you can't avoid it!

Like a weak rabbit, under the claws of a hungry tiger, there was no power to resist at all, Qi Xian could only watch his hair, being grabbed by a hand, and watching this man keep scolding himself.

What's going on?

Could this man be a profound insect cultivator?

Qi Xian frowned, and then nodded affirmatively, "No, it's impossible, I can feel the emptiness in this man's body, he must not be a worm cultivator!"

However, since it is not insect cultivation, why does this person have such a strong strength?

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, a big hand as thick as a bear's paw slapped Qi Xian's face fiercely.

The red palm prints were clearly reflected in an instant, and half of the face, not even for a moment, was already swollen like a steamed bun.

"What do you think, boy!" the man roared.

It seems that Qi Xian ignored the man, and kept thinking about this kind of thing, which completely angered the man. The man quickly stood up and jerked it, and the black whip had been whipped on Qi Xian's body again.

Can't dodge, can't dodge at all!

The whip fell from the sky, except for being fierce and vicious, there was no other superfluous momentum, there was no powerful power blessing, and there was no invincible power.

However, this ordinary whip can't be avoided!

"What's going on?" Qi Xian said with a frown and roared in his heart.

Why can't this bastard's whip be dodged? What's so different about him?

Qi Xian couldn't figure it out, but he knew that if he didn't kill this person, the whip would still fall on him!

The Qingluo Xuanguang Sword flashed an arc of light, and it had already fallen into the scabbard again, except for the sword light, there was no way to see any long sword drawn out.

It's as if this long sword has never been unsheathed.

With Qi Xian's swordsmanship, it is no longer a problem to use sword moves at this speed. And the power contained in this sword move is not small at all!

The indestructible black rock, under this sword, there was a thin crack, which was spread across it. Like a big man's face, there was suddenly an extra scar, which was very terrifying.

However, it was a blow of this power that did not cause the slightest damage to the man.

No, it shouldn't be said that it didn't cause any damage, because the sword didn't hit him at all, and it didn't intersect with him at all!

The sword light stabbed forward, and the man's body suddenly turned into a phantom, allowing the sword light to shine out, as if the man's body did not exist in this world at all.

"What is this doing? He is obviously not an insect cultivator, how can he have this ability?" Qi Xian exclaimed in surprise.

However, the man's reaction was to make him even more jaw-dropping.

"Boy, what are you doing, are you so upset that you're being pumped, and you dare to look at me like that?" the man smirked.

Looking?

Qi Xian looked at the man in surprise, he didn't even mention the fact that he attacked him, could it be that he didn't know at all?

"Don't forget, you're just a bastard slave!" the man roared with a hard swing of his whip.

Slave?

"Why a slave?" Qi Xian couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, "Why would he call me a slave?"

Wait, slave?

When Ishiguro was a child, he existed as a slave in this mine, and this man was the slave owner of Ishiguro?

"In other words, the creatures in this small world are actually those enemies of Ishiguroji's childhood?" Qi Xian smiled bitterly.

Generally speaking, the Feathered Monk who created the world generally puts the best things in his heart in his own world. Because, the world will be their own "home" in the future, and in their own home, how can they allow bad things to exist?

However, in this world, what Qi Xian saw was the existence of this enemy who created this.

"Could it be that Ishiguro didn't intend to construct this world perfectly at all?" Qi Xian suddenly thought.

However, he could only think of this, because before he could finish thinking, the black whip swung down at his body again.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the intact half of Qi Xian's face suddenly opened and a blood mark appeared.

"This slave owner was Ishiguro's greatest enemy in his childhood, so in the world he built, he must also be the one who has been suppressing and bullying him. And this kind of person, even if he is not an insect cultivator, in this world, his strength is much stronger than mine......"

Qi Xian lowered his head and read slowly, "After all, this man is an opponent that Ishiguro Ji could not match when he was a child!"

A feathered monk is his childhood enemy, and in his memory, he will also leave an extremely deep memory. And this situation will inevitably lead to the fact that this kind of opponent is infinitely magnified in the world he constructed, and has a power dozens of times greater than the original!

And this kind of power, how can it be that Qi Xian can match?

"Boy, since you are running so happily, then, I will break your legs and let me see how you will run next time!"

The man obviously didn't hear what Qi Xian said, or rather, he couldn't have heard anything Qi Xian said, because in his consciousness, there was no such person as Qi Xian!

However, this did not prevent him from continuing to attack Qi Xian.

The black braid went down, and a black shadow flashed, with a screaming sound, slashing towards Qi Xian's legs!

Looking at this posture, if Qi Xian doesn't dodge or dodge at all, then, once the whip falls, Qi Xian's two legs will definitely not be able to stay!

"How could you possibly let you touch me!"

Qi Xian roared angrily, supported the ground with one hand, and actually kicked the man's body!

You will break my legs, and I will use them to destroy your hands.

Click!

A crisp sound sounded, and Qi Xian kicked the right hand of the man who waved the whip, and it was actually his right hand that was kicked off!

"It actually works?" Qi Xian exclaimed in surprise.

Just now, Qi Xian just rushed to his brain with enthusiasm, so he kicked it.

If Qi Xian, who had never practiced the leg method at all on weekdays, how could he think of attacking with his own feet?

However, it was this unexpected attack that successfully kicked the man's arm!

Without saying a word, Qi Xian kicked the man's chest violently, easily kicking his bulging chest and completely trapping it!

The man looked at Qi Xian in disbelief and shouted, "How is it possible?

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a long knife, and the man endured the blood that kept rolling into his throat, and slashed the long knife towards Qi Xian.

Qi Xian smiled coldly, and as soon as his feet moved, he suddenly wanted to run the "Invisible Step of Gods and Ghosts" and get out of front of the man!

However, as soon as his feet moved, Qi Xian's face suddenly froze.

I can't move my feet!

The long knife fell, and blood splattered!

The long black knife left a blood mark on Qi Xian's body, and on the overturned flesh, black powder and red rust were evenly arranged on the half-finger-deep wound, with a trace of fishy smell, constantly transmitting a trace of disgusting pain to the depths of Qi Xian's brain.

Damn it!

Qi Xian cursed, his body unconsciously jumped, and he jumped behind the man flexibly, endured the pain, and grabbed the man's head.

Not!

A dull voice sounded in Qi Xian's ears, and the man who couldn't speak with his mouth closed kept trembling violently in Qi Xian's wrist.

The thick arms tightly strangled the man's neck, restrained the man's breathing, and took the man's life!

The fat black face gradually turned purple and black, full of greasy mouths, gradually white and weak, holding Qi Xian's arms, gradually losing strength, and the legs that kept shaking gradually stopped shaking uselessly!

I don't know if a quarter of an hour has passed, or an hour has passed, the man's body finally stopped weakly and gradually disappeared into Qi Xian's arm.

"Hahahaha!"

Walking out of the mine, Qi Xian breathed the air in the outside world, which was more than a hundred times fresher than the cave although it was mixed with the smell of ore, and said with a laugh, "What a broken world, what childhood memories ......"

"This world is completely the heart demon of Ishiguro!"