The filth dissolved, and inside it was a human form, and this time it did not collapse weakly, but bent its knees and stood firmly.

This person is not green, black or black, with an obscure face, eight feet tall, and a barefoot body.

The eyes flickered, like a double lamp at the bottom of the stove, and the corners of the mouth were forked, just like a slaughterer's fire bowl.

Red-haired, messy, arms swinging as if there were no bones, until his eyes flickered and he looked at everyone.

When Wang Xiaozhi and the others felt this gaze, they all felt a chill in their hearts, and quickly burst back.

Just one glance can make them timid.

Following the dim color of the moonlight, it is now gloomy and eerie, like a demon surviving.

Wang Xiaozhi didn't know why, seeing that this person didn't move, but his body uncontrollably swung a shot, and the thunder and light in the sky converged a little, and only a boom was heard.

The tip of the spear was quenched, and it was already held alive by this man with one hand.

And the figure in the distance dissipated in the wind, like a phantom, dissolved in the air.

Wang Xiaozhi's eyes were shocked, and he tried hard to pull it out, but this person's hand was like an iron tong, and it didn't move at all.

"Fire Gun!" Seeing this, Ma Chi did not hesitate, stretched out his hand, grabbed the void, and suddenly the flames in the sky condensed into chains and tied to this strange man.

It was followed by the roaring dragon and Sun Yi's claws.

But the furious dragon collapsed, and its claws made a piercing sound as if they had cleaved on a steel plate.

"Trialists? I haven't seen it in a long time", the strange man's hoarse voice was like a saw pulling a tree, dry and grinding his ears.

His body shook, bursting fluctuations, chains shattered, Sun Yi Zhenfei, Wang Xiaozhi looked at the tiger's mouth whose palm was shattered in disbelief, and the holy spear was already held in this person's hand.

Raising his head, the tip of the gun was already against his forehead.

Meticulous sweat, dripping uncontrollably from the forehead.

"Dawn God!" , and they wanted to continue to rush to Ma Chi, but they were all stopped by Wang Xiaozhi with his hand.

The strength of this person... Immeasurable, the next killer simply can't stop it.

Sonor! The holy spear was embedded in the ground, this person didn't care what this gun was, it was like thunder, and as soon as he grabbed it, he grabbed it, and when he caught it, Wang Xiaozhi and Ma Chi didn't have any power to resist, and they passed out.

Sun Yi and Sun Bin were also frightened by this person's might, and their feet didn't obey the call at all, only to see this person's hand falling down as if covering the sky.

"Is that all there is? Or...", the man said with a gaze that fell into the distance, a slit at the corner of his mouth.

It was already behind Zhang Er's back when he reappeared.

"Demons? Wrong... Oracle? Or...", without thinking about it, his big hand went straight to Zhang Er's head and grabbed it.

Burst!

A small light and shadow quickly pierced, and the man's hand froze in mid-air, and a pinhole-sized hole could be seen on the back of his hand.

"Huh??" , the weirdo snorted.

Feeling strange and accompanied by the numbness and trembling of his arm, the stone needle flew back and stopped between his eyebrows.

Zhang Er's eyes were shocked, and the last handprint was pressed under the puppet's throat, between his shoulders.

The body that was sitting cross-legged fell forward at this moment, and his feet picked up the Ling Tian Sword and turned over.

The sword light is five inches, the sword body is five inches, Zhang Er stood in front of the puppet, pointed the sword at the throat of this person, squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "God? ”

The man was not annoyed, but his face was ecstatic, looking at Zhang Er's face, and the terrifying mouth slowly opened.

"Can you see that?!"

Zhang Er's eyes sank, looking at this ugly face, he didn't know why his heart was beating wildly, as if he was talking about the danger of this person.

The prosthetic eye can also see this person, and the qi waves floating on his body are like substance.

Just looking at the thick arm, he swept away the stone needle, and the palm the size of a pot slapped directly towards Zhang Er.

There was no nonsense at all, Zhang Erjian was sideways, and this huge force actually pushed him more than 100 meters away, turning into an arc and shooting straight into the sky, but before he could do anything, this strange man had already appeared in front of him.

The wind was so loud that he grinned so hard he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Resurgence!!"

Time is like a gentle big hand, pushing Zhang Er's body, back to two seconds ago, the arm that was about to sweep out, so that Zhang Er couldn't help but gasp.

I didn't see it clearly just now, but now it's extremely clear, this punch seems to be plain but has actually swept away the space!

The figure squatted down, and Ling Tianjian's five-foot naked body instantly burst out, and the width instantly covered the entire hilt of the sword, from bottom to top.

The strange man was startled, as if he had noticed something, but he was not so clear, he just felt very strange, he seemed to have done it just now, but it seemed that he had not done it.

The blade of the sword, rolling like a chainsaw, slashed at the monster's ribs with a sonorous explosion.

Without hesitation, Zhang Er grabbed the doll and burst back.

Turn on the high-speed move, put it in a safe place first, and then come back to get him.

"Want to escape?" , The strange man grinned and scratched the position where he was chopped by Zhang Er just now, leaving only a few red marks and not causing substantial damage.

"This person is too fast to run too far", Zhang Er frowned, and after approaching the camp, he threw the puppet directly into the tent and glanced at the people who passed out nearby.

At this time, the strange man had already arrived, and a sonic boom accompanied by a punch was directly on the tip of the sword.

"Demons?" , his hoarse voice asked, puzzled.

Zhang Er didn't reply, his mind was now full of thinking about how to take them away, and he could repel this ghost thing like a wild man in front of him.

The light above the sword body dropped a foot with a sonorous sound! It was the fist that the strange man pushed down.

Zhang Er's face was shocked, although he had been scattered with sword light, he had never seen such power, and he actually relied on his body alone to forcibly compress the light of Ling Tianjian's sword!

Sideways discharged, all the tattoos on Zhang Er's body lit up, the tip of his toes pulled the bow, and at the moment when the strange man rushed in, he burst into a nest with his strength.

"Resurgence!!" , Zhang Er had to do it, and just when the kick arrived, he had a premonition of death!

It's this position again, and Zhang Er chose to draw his sword to fight back, but the cold sweat on his head flowed down.

"Resurgence!!" , tried a few more times, Zhang Er was already horrified.

Every attack is the price of death, and that kind of perception from Harlan let him know that an ordinary counterattack is simply impossible!

At another resurgence time, Zhang Er obviously noticed that his physical strength was losing rapidly, and there was only one chance.

Squatting sideways, putting away Ling Tian's sword light, clenching the hilt of the sword, Zhang Erdi gritted his teeth, and could see that at this moment, the corners of his mouth spewed out a scorching airflow.

"Bamboo Drunk Nine Swords"

"First type! Smash the Sky Slash! ”

The body was like thunder, disappearing in an instant, and the sword that exceeded the speed of light was drawn and slashed away.

Only behind him, the cracks in the shattered space were left, devouring all the surrounding creatures.

All this happened extremely quickly, coupled with Zhang Er's resurgence dozens of times, which had already made the surrounding time and space tremble and slacken, and in an instant, he had already pulled out the first sword in less than a breath.

The sword light has no shadow, and the shadow is light.

The tiny wound slowly unfolded on the strange man's chest, and he lowered his head in disbelief, stretched out his finger and pointed it at the blood.

The violent spatial cracks around the body can't hurt the skin, but this sword can.

"Disciple of the old man of the lonely shadow? ... It's a pity that the wine didn't enter his throat, and he couldn't draw his sword", the strange man laughed, not angry but reminiscing about his memory.

"Interesting, interesting, it seems to be mixed with Evenki things"

The strange man shook his head and put the only drop of blood that came out of his mouth.

Ahem, ahem...

Zhang Er's repeated feeling of pressing his chest, this swordsmanship is indeed fierce, but now his physical strength has been lost by half, and with such a sword, he will be completely hollowed out.

Seeing that this strange man had not been significantly harmed, Zhang Er grinned and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

"Fuck you, every time you do this, you can't let me stop for a few days"

The strange man turned around, looked at Zhang Er suspiciously, and instead of continuing to attack, he reached out and grabbed it, only to see his fingers clasped hard.

The originally small spatial crack trembled instantly, and with another beat, it was back to its original state.

It can be held in the hand, and the crack torn in the calm space.

Zhang and the others are numb, what the is this, how can one be more evil than the other, the last demon lord is already strong enough, look at this again.

That's still a thing, it's not bullshit.

"Trialists, it's thanks to you that I was able to get rid of the dirt on my body."

He said to himself, and walked towards Zhang Er step by step, this time it was different.

The battle just now seemed to be a joke, but this time Zhang Er obviously sensed the coercion from the gods, like a mountain slamming down on his body.

It's not breathable at all, let alone moving or resisting, this mountain alone is enough.

"But why did you steal my things?" , just squatted in front of Zhang Er seemingly casually, looking at him with a smile.

"Do you mean the Divine Seal Fragment?" , Zhang Er lay on the ground with difficulty and spit out this sentence.

"You're still playing dumb with me, aren't you? My god-level puppet."

He grabbed Zhang Er's face and asked with a smile, "Little ghost, do you know what the price of stealing the things of the gods is?" ”

"The price?" , Zhang Er was stunned and didn't understand.

The ugly face leaned into Zhang Er's ear with a little ridicule and said, "I'll rip you up."

"Chop off your limbs, gouge out your eyes, put copper into your ears, cut off your tongue, and your little nose"

"Finally put you in a small jar for me to see", these vicious words are hard to imagine the words of a god.

Ahem...

Zhang Er looked at his unusually ugly face and asked, "Are you really a god?" ”

Because in his impression, not only the story books but also those documents, the gods are great, and the light is sprinkled all over the world.

They are selfless and do their best to do everything for the people.

They are bright and stand in the light of holiness.

But this person has subverted Zhang Er's perception of those gods.

"Oh... I see", Zhang Er looked at his smiling face and shook his head mockingly.

Just like the miscellaneous things that exist in the crowd, it turns out that there is also this kind of existence among the gods, but Zhang Er has always been unlucky, and it is not surprising that he can meet it.