In the darkness, Wang Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly.

He patted the knife lightly, staring at the half-cut corpse of Xue Jianniang and Lin Yu'e who fought alone under the ghost array, and his heart burned with high fighting intent.

"Whoosh!"

A reed crossed the river, dragging the prince silently to rise from the ground, like two hot wheels, flashing and extinguishing. It is like stepping on the surface of the river swaying with the light of the lighthouse, rippling with waves.

But I saw Wang Zimo holding Pingyou high above the top with both hands, and slowly lying down in mid-air, his legs slightly apart, and he spun up.

Suddenly, in the deep darkness of the night, a bright spinning top spun rapidly, roaring with surging rage, rushing towards the half-cut corpse.

On that day, although he was hung and beaten by half of the corpse, he figured out the characteristics of the other party. Almost all spells are futile for half of the corpse, and the only way to defeat him is to be like Daji, with real knives and guns, and hand-to-hand combat!

The invincible half-cut corpse suddenly became alert.

Since experiencing the Apocalypse, he is almost immune to spell attacks, unless the opponent's spell can conjure up entities. But you must be extra careful when it comes to a real close-fitting hit.

"This son crossed the catastrophe with me at the same time that day, and he also carried two-thirds of it for me, so it can be inferred that this son's physical strength is not much weaker than mine. ”

The half-cut corpse couldn't help but clench its fists and concentrate on guard.

What it was worried about was not wrong, after experiencing the baptism of the Heavenly Tribulation, Wang Zimo's physical strength was indeed stronger than him, and besides, the Great Yan Quenching Body was not a joke.

But he is a living being, and his defense against spells is far less than that of half a corpse. So the last time I fought Jiang Chengzi, I was pierced by a spell arrow through my entire left shoulder.

The two looked at each other.

Wang Zimo was like a god of war wrapped in raging fire, and he was furious.

"It's him! It's him who killed Bai Su's brother! And Bai Su's brother died for me, and now Bai Su is watching from behind, and she must avenge her brother!"

The prince threw up his head in silence and shouted furiously, and rushed madly towards the half of the corpse.

Time seems to stand still.

Half of the corpse was allowed to roar with the flag, and the Linglong Pagoda suppressed the top of his head, he was not afraid, but he retreated again and again under Wang Zimo's attack.

Xue Jiaoniang seemed to understand something, and raised her hand to stop Lin Yu'e from continuing to waste time here, it was better to hand over the battlefield to Wang Zimo, and the two of them rose at the same time, and entered the ghost shadow array to fight with the five ghosts.

"Yu'e, how is it, I guessed right!"

Xue Jiaoniang was triumphant, "Mo'er's second spirit bead is really a fire spirit bead! This is really rare before earth, and the third one is a golden spirit bead?"

"If it's Jin Lingzhu, then Mo'er really responds to that sentence, isn't mother-in-law afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of! It's you, it's not too much trouble to hand over Pingyou to him!"

After Xue Jiaoniang finished speaking, the Linglong Pagoda waved her hand casually, breaking through the ghost shadow array and confronting the ghost face.

"My mother-in-law is not afraid, what else am I worried about?"

Lin Yu'e pursed her lips and chuckled, she slowly opened her arms, and her plain clothes suddenly turned into ethereal.

The two of them were restrained everywhere when they fought with the half-cut corpse, but they were at ease among the five ghosts.

Below, the prince silently left the Qianzhong body, and after opening the fire spirit bead, he felt that some kind of subtle change seemed to have taken place in the outer layer of the Qianzhong, and this change could not be said for a while, but as the fire continued to burn, he would definitely find clues.

New method of gyro.

This is an upgraded version of the Elbow Fist Whirling Storm, which was taught to Wang Zimo by Mi Rentian.

He said that when the two sides are fighting, the weapons must be switched freely, and the ruler must be long and short, so that the enemy can not guess what you want to do.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two of them were getting closer and closer, the pupils of the illusory upper body of the half-cut corpse constricted, and he didn't dare to resist Wang Zimo's blow, and kept retreating to dodge, thinking of a way to resolve it. But he never thought that the kid in front of him would let go of his hand, and gently pushed forward, and Ping You suddenly turned into an ink-colored dragon and pounced on him.

"I thought I had a lot of ability, it turned out that it was the same as those two girls, and it was also a spell. Hmph, spells are almost like illusions in front of Lao Tzu!"

After speaking, the half-cut corpse stopped its figure, and the illusory upper body actually smiled slyly, jumped with his legs apart, and slapped the dragon head with his conjured hands.

"Bang!"

Changlong pointed out, and the upper half of the corpse's energy illusion suddenly fell apart.

He opened his mouth wide in disbelief, trying to condense his upper body, but for some reason, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't condense.

"Damn! dare to cheat Lao Tzu!"

The half-corpse roared angrily, completely giving up and recondensing the upper body. Almost at the same time, Wang Zimo stepped on the five-square array and teleported behind the half-cut corpse, and opened his claws to slap the half-corpse's flat waist.

"Boom!"

As if knocking on a hard-skinned drum, a roaring echo came from the abdominal cavity of the half-cut corpse, which shocked Wang Zimo's hands numb, and it took several shakes before turning from pain to swelling.

saw that the two calves of the half-cut corpse were directly slapped into the dirt by Wang Zimo.

While the iron was hot, Wang Zimo hurriedly jumped up, put his feet together, and stomped on the waist of the half-corpse.

"Boom!"

"Knock!

"Knock knock, knock knock!"

One after another, it became more and more urgent, like a drum beating along the Yellow River.

Wang Zimo stepped on the elastic half of the corpse's waist and abdomen, like jumping on a trampoline, constantly bouncing up, falling, bounceing up again, falling.

"What a skin!"

After a while, Wang Zimo kicked half of the corpse into the ground. Xiong Huan stared at Bai Su with big eyes and looked at each other.

They looked at the crazy prince Mo from afar, how much he wanted to play happily like him. Bai Su was also a little star popping out of his eyes, two fists clenched to his chest, and asked Xiong Huo vigorously: "Little meow, can't I really go over?"

Considering one of his organs, Xiong Huao endured.

One person and one bear, chatting and watching the prince jump around silently. On the surface, it seems to be happy, but the bitterness in it is only clear to the prince.

The waist of the half-cut corpse is very hard, but it is very elastic.

Every time the prince stepped silently, it was like stepping on an iron brush full of needles, and his feet were sore and painful like an electric shock.

But Wang Zimo didn't dare to stop, for fear that if he stopped, he would give half of the corpse time to breathe, and it would be difficult to find an opportunity to gain the upper hand again.

Wang Zimo jumped and thought about what to do next.

Slowly, the repetitive movements became boring, and Bai Su and Xiong Huan also sat on the ground and frolicked, no longer paying attention to Wang Zimo.

"Hee-hee...... It's so much fun!"

Bai Su was only four or five years old, and she was amused by Xiong Huan to giggle, and the child's innocence and simplicity quickly made her come out of her grief and fully integrate into the small group of Wang Zimo and Xiong Huan.

Xiong Huan pouted his buttocks, shaking his round fluffy bear tail, and suddenly farted at Wang Zimo, which made Bai Su laugh, and imitated Xiong's hustle and pouted his ass with both hands on the ground to make a fart look.

The prince was silent, waved his hand, and flew over peacefully rubbing the bear's ass. Xiong Huan felt that a certain organ was cold, wiped it with the bear's paws, immediately grabbed a handful of bear hair, quickly and honestly carried Bai Su, and continued to watch the circus seriously.

Suddenly, Wang Zimo had a flash of inspiration, and his feet stepped the waist of the half-cut corpse, and suddenly the dirt around him flew, and a large pit with a radius of three feet appeared on the street.

The prince stepped on it silently.

Without the upper body, the half-cut corpse is inconvenient to move, and the prince who is equal to the physical strength of the prince is silently beaten, which is simply abused.

Suddenly, Wang Zimo directly nailed half of the corpse into the ground.

He soared into the air, suddenly reversed direction, and swooped down with his head and feet in his hands.

This time, there are no flashy touch-ups.

Pingyou changed to a fighting state again, and in an instant, he was connected with Prince Mo's flesh and blood. One person and one blade, the human blade is one, like a meteor quietly passing in the dark, and the bright light illuminates the entire Yin Capital City.

However, there was no movement in all this, just like the quiet aurora wandering under the cracks in the sky, silently piercing into half of the corpse.

Time seems to stand still.

Under Wang Zimo's warning, Xiong Huan hurriedly covered Bai Su's eyes, for fear that the bloody scene would pollute the child's white and flawless heart. As everyone knows, its unattachable bear claws just reveal Bai Su's right eye, and the prince who will be splashed with demonic blood can see it clearly.

"Brother has taken revenge!"

Bai Su muttered to himself, hot tears flowing from his eyes.

She is not afraid, she is not afraid of Wang Zimo, who is splashed with demon blood.

Because she knows that this big brother is kind and pure, like the moon in the sky.