The assassin is not dead!

Although his body was horrible, so broken that he could barely see his human appearance, he really didn't die!

The rotten flesh on the body trembled, the flesh wriggled around like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, it became a human figure, and then a tentacle-like strip of flesh spawned around, searching for the blown up scraps and the messy debris around it and dragging it back into the body, and soon, an eight-foot-tall behemoth appeared in front of him.

Like Gou Anjie, the Assassin was completely transformed into a monster, larger and more terrifying, with only the head and limbs on his body, and the rest of the organs that could no longer be identified as human, not even the skin, and looked like an oversized corpse that had been skinned.

The head without facial features and hair is like a piece of sarcoma and a piece of meat tendon entangled and piled up, and if you look closely, you can see that there are two gaps on both sides of the position where it should be the mouth, one horizontal and one vertical, and the faint reflection inside is its eyes.

Niu Chunhan's stomach churned, and he almost threw up.

He knows a lot of torture, and he has peeled no less than two hands of skin with his own hands, but no matter how much wind and waves he has seen, he has never seen such a disgusting thing, if there is really a hell in the world, he believes that this thing should definitely be locked up at the bottom of hell, and should not appear in the world.

Other than that, he was puzzled.

"Did you really become a demon?" Niu Chunhan muttered to himself, his eyes trembling.

As we all know, demons have some physical forms that can change their physical form, but people definitely don't.

Even if the martial soul with the power of the heavens, its physical body is as tough as a demon, it can regenerate flesh and blood, and its self-healing power is so strong that it is almost immortal, and it can also inhibit aging to the greatest extent and keep the body in the strongest period of life for a long time, Shouyuan is far beyond ordinary people, up to more than a thousand years, even so, they still can't let their bodies change at will like some demon clans.

Only illusion can create a similar effect, but it is only an illusion, and in itself, it is still the same.

He was surprised when he saw the bodies of the assassins who ambushed him before, but the changes in those people were not great, and he thought that the secret medicine was caused by the expansion of the muscles, which was still within the acceptable range, so he didn't think about it.

When he arrived here, the acquired realm that had become a monster before had already been broken into pieces by Feng Zhiping and scattered around, and he only saw one innate realm assassin, because he had never seen what it looked like before the change, so he subconsciously thought that the other party was like this.

It was only now that he finally discovered that his doubts were not suspicious, but true.

These Huangquan assassins didn't know what means they used, but they actually obtained the ability of demons!

Why?

Why is this happening?

The bloodlines of humans and demons cannot be combined, just like the two races cannot coexist peacefully, how did Huang Quan do it, could it be that they have some kind of immortal art in their hands?

No wonder Niu Chunhan thinks so, it's really too unbelievable.

In the world's cognition, only the legendary immortals can do whatever they want, and people are absolutely impossible!

"Let's go!" Feng Zhiping drank lowly, turned around and left.

Niu Chunhan followed, glanced back and asked, "Young Master, why didn't you kill him with such a good opportunity?"

Feng Zhiping said solemnly: "Look at his chest!"

"Chest?"

Niu Chunhan looked back, and his pupils shrank sharply after seeing it clearly.

I saw that there was something standing in the hole in the monster's chest that had not yet been fully closed, and it was the other party's sword!

The sword had reached him at some point, a shimmering green glow like a breath, and gradually disappeared from view as the wound healed.

"I see!"

Niu Chunhan finally understood what Feng Zhiping meant by "swallowing" before, to be precise, this was not swallowing at all, but inlaying, this guy directly buried his blade in his body!

What is this?

Imitating the Divine Treasure Blade into the body?

Joke!

Shenzang is so good at "repairing" the street for a long time, this is completely nonsense!

Feng Zhiping glanced at Niu Chunhan's expression, and said coldly: "Don't be careless, he is not on the right path, but the result is not much different from the right path, hurry up!"

Niu Chunhan didn't know how powerful, he had seen it.

At the beginning, Gou Anjie forced him and Zhan Qianwu to be disgraced after a change in the acquired realm, this guy's own foundation is the late stage of spiritual consciousness, he couldn't beat half of the changes before, and now he is all alive, do you still need to think about the result?

Niu Chunhan was still a little unconvinced, and looked back again, only to find that the person was gone!

"What about people?!"

"Hide!"

Two exclamations sounded at the same time, Feng Zhiping kicked Niu Chunhan's body and slid to the side, and as soon as he moved away, a hole passed through the original position, and flew away with his head through the house, and the two of them saw the terrifying fist clearly.

Niu Chunhan was shocked into a cold sweat, and looked in the direction where the fist was flying for the first time, but he didn't see anyone, so he hurriedly released his spiritual sense and looked around, but still didn't find the enemy.

"Upper!"

Feng Zhiping shouted, stopped and jumped, and the next moment a behemoth smashed into the position where he jumped away, and the giant got up and pulled out his fist from the ground, it was the assassin after the mutation.

"Young Master!"

Niu Chunhan was about to pass with his sword, but Feng Zhiping waved his hand to stop while retreating.

"Don't come here, hurry up, go separately!"

As he spoke, he saw that the monster shook its body and disappeared again, leaving only the flying stone dust that exploded in its place, Niu Chunhan immediately concentrated on tracking it with his spiritual sense, but still found nothing.

This time, he was really shocked.

A living person of this size disappeared under his nose, and if he wasn't convinced that the other party was a living thing, he would really think that he had seen a ghost.

"Illusion, he uses the sword of the illusion spirit!" The old cow finally had an extraordinary experience, and after a short period of surprise, he guessed the truth.

"There is also wood spirituality!" Feng Zhiping recalled the other party's incredible recovery power, and his spiritual sense sensed the residual breath in the disappeared place, and said in a loud voice, "Wood Phantom Twin Spirituality! Don't track it with spiritual sense, concentrate on mental sensing airflow changes, his sword can confuse the facial features and spiritual sense Chinese!"

He has encountered this situation, Gou Anjie took a phantom short knife that can affect perception, the opponent's sword is obviously stronger than Gou Anjie's knife, and the phantom spirit is more prominent, this time he can't even catch the shadow of the other party, and can only analyze a little clue through the feeling of air flowing through the skin.

Niu Chunhan had to give the opportunity to do so, and immediately gathered his spiritual sense around Xu Fangyuan, stopped and closed his eyes slightly, and concentrated on feeling the flow of air.

Feng Zhiping didn't dare to stop, his intuition told him that the other party had been staring at him, he tried to slow down, and the sense of crisis immediately intensified, he hurriedly accelerated his pace and hid around irregularly, full of doubts in his heart.

It is not strange that the other party is staring at him, he was originally the target of assassination, and what is strange is the rhythm of the other party's shot.

It is said that with the opponent's current state, he can't last long with all his strength to chase and beat himself, but the other party doesn't, and the pace of the attack is very slow, as if he is playing with his prey.

This behavior is understandable if the other party is not an assassin, but the other party is an assassin, and he is an assassin of Huangquan.

Judging from the previous encounters, this guy doesn't have those stinky problems that he shouldn't have as an assassin, could it be that people have become monsters and their thinking patterns have become beasts?

That's not supposed to be!

Beasts are more particular than humans, and the more powerful the beasts, the more they know how to distribute their physical strength most effectively, and the cruel living environment makes them rarely do superfluous things, which is completely different from this guy.

If not a joke, then why?

Dodging a heavy punch that cracked the ground, looking at the figure of the monster pausing for a moment before slowly disappearing, Feng Zhiping's eyes lit up.

Adapt!

That's right, adaptation!

This guy's strength has increased too fast, and the span is too large, just like a person who can't hold up the sick couch bowl one day, all of a sudden illness is gone, and he also has a strange power like Lao Dong, and suddenly he can't control it, and it must take a while to adapt!

The span of the improvement of the spiritual consciousness into the divine treasure is far larger than the span of the sick ghost becoming an old Dong, even if this guy is the first genius in the world, it is impossible to master it at that time, not to mention that there is not much left of his spiritual wisdom now, and his thinking cannot be as alert and flexible as normal, so he needs to spend more time to adapt!

Not by the brain, but by the body to practice, little by little the surge of power into instinct!

Sensing the changes in the airflow around him, Feng Zhiping became more and more sure that he had guessed correctly.

The other party scurried back and forth around him, seemingly joking, but in fact, he couldn't control his speed and ran too much, which is why he was able to dodge every time he attacked.

Silently calculating the changes in the rhythm of the attack, Feng Zhiping calculated that he could still last a lot of time without accidents, so he said loudly: "You go first, go home and call someone!"

Where is Niu Chunhan willing to do it!

"Young Master...!"

"This is an order!" Feng Zhiping shouted, "The military order of the Feng family army is like a mountain order and prohibitions, do you want to disobey the order?"

"I..."

Niu Chunhan was very entangled, gritted his teeth and ran to Feng Zhiping: "I'll drag him, you go first!"

"Don't come here!"

The sense of crisis disappeared suddenly, Feng Zhiping instantly understood, and warned urgently, but it was too late.

Niu Chunhan only felt that there was a black shadow in front of him, his huge fists hugged together and smashed his head, and he hurriedly raised his arms and crossed them above his head in a hurry, and the dagger in his right hand was held with the tip of the knife facing outward, and the next moment he was empowered by a huge force, and the huge shock of his arms instantly lost his senses, and then his brain turned black and his vision turned black, and the person was smashed into the ground.

The sword species suppressed most of Feng Zhiping's emotions, but seeing this scene, anger still couldn't stop rising from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that the monster was unforgiving, he picked up his fist and smashed it violently, smashing the ground and smashing it continuously, and the suppressed emotions overwhelmed reason in an instant, let go of restraint, and the sword dragged behind him and swept out.

"Stop!"

In the burst of cheers, the person killed in front of him, and the monster swept sideways with his arm, and what swept was a phantom, and the person jumped high in the air first.

"Die!"

The body of the sword is bright, pointing in front of it, as if it has not moved, but it has five flowers, dazzling.

Five five-leaf clovers fell on top of the monster's head slowly, disappearing when it was touched, and reappeared a moment later, leaving only one.

Leaf petals, seven pieces!

The six-leaf sword flower Feng Zhiping had never been used, let alone the seven leaves, at this time, the two extreme emotions of mania and calmness were blended together, and he unconsciously skipped the six leaves and directly bloomed the seven leaves.

The seven-leaf sword flower has taken the form of a lotus flower, and can no longer be called "grass", and its power is very different from that of the five-leaf flower.

I saw that the seven-leaf lotus petal fell on the top of the monster's head, disappeared, only a sword and a hole, and the next moment, the monster's head suddenly shot out seven blood arrows, looking like a seven-petal blood lotus from the front.

Feng Zhiping hated it in his heart, did not put away the sword, struggled to raise his injured left arm and pressed his left hand against the hilt of the sword, and pressed down with all his strength with the weight of his body and the momentum of the fall, until the entire sword was pressed down to only the gauntlet.

Afraid that the monster would not die, he screamed wildly and poured Yuan Force, and wisps of sword qi spread from the sword body to wreak havoc back and forth in the monster's body.

The monster was from head to abdomen, and blood holes continued to appear on the surface of the body, and it took five breaths before it stopped, and after Feng Zhiping stepped on his shoulder and pulled out the long sword, he stiffened for a moment, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

Feng Zhiping then fell to the ground, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and struggled to crawl to the place where Niu Chunhan disappeared, looking at the center of the depression, bare eyes and speechless.

After a few moments, he sniffed hard and slapped his face hard.

"No, Lao Niu must not be dead! I am also a spiritual sense, I am not dead, how could he die! Congenital is not so easy to die, he must have fainted and buried underneath! Yes, it must be!"

Feng Zhiping muttered to himself and climbed to the center, digging with his sword and hand, he didn't believe that Niu Chunhan would die here.

As the saying goes, bad people live for thousands of years, and Lao Niu is definitely not a good person, how can he be so short-lived!

His son hasn't grown up yet, his daughter hasn't married yet, how can he be willing to die!

Young Master Ben was so kind to him and valued him so much, how dare he die!

Unconsciously separated from the sword species, Feng Zhiping gradually went crazy, and there was only one thought left in his mind to dig out Niu Chunhan, and he didn't find the corpse behind him and sat up.

As a matter of common sense, any creature with its head smashed is bound to die, but monsters are not among them.

After a short period of fainting, he got up quietly, his only remaining eyeballs turned twice to look at Feng Zhiping, clenched his right fist and slowly raised it, aimed at the back of Feng Zhiping's head, and smashed it violently!