Funeral Night seems to be a tiger dormant in the dark, and it is a very persistent tiger, he only has the prey in his eyes, and no interference will change his original intention.

When the second man in black fell, his eyes fell on the man in front.

He was strong, stronger than the two who fell in front of him.

From the beginning of the battle, he was in command, and it can be said that he was the backbone of this team.

Funeral Night is not aimed at anyone, nor is it bloodthirsty, he just wants to live, and the only condition for survival is to kill the enemy.

And the person in front of him seems to be the biggest obstacle to his survival, he is not afraid of death, so the people under him will not be afraid of death.

The funeral night is afraid of this style, so you must go all out and frustrate the other party's sharpness first.

Only in this way will he have more space and more hope to live!

Hiss......

The man felt that the temperature had suddenly dropped so much, and he felt a little trembling involuntarily, and even his mouth and legs didn't seem to be so neat.

"Kill!"

The lips are cold and the teeth are dead, one is prosperous, and the other is lost.

This is a simple truth, and it is also a necessary cultivation for this organization.

The six swordsmen took the lead in initiating light skills, and the tactics were the same as before, not much new, but the speed was significantly faster.

But it's still not enough, and the funeral night can still find a flaw in it, because he can guess the enemy's actions in advance!

It's like a few people with a golden flower, with a perspective mirror on the night of the funeral, all the cards can be seen clearly, and he knows when he can win!

How to play?

I don't have to play at all!

Sou!

Teleport Start!

The funeral night slid past with a steel knife, rushed out of the encirclement in a blink of an eye, and came in front of the leader again in a blink of an eye.

Black smoke was emitted, lime powder popped out of the fingernails, blinding effects appeared, and even the slashing technique fell.

Break the defense!

Broken meat!

Crit!

Seriously injured!

Funeral Night has a little more virtue in mastering this technique, he likes the process of pondering, and he also likes to enjoy the joy of success!

The great monk is still fighting with the man in black, or he is fleeing.

Against one can, at least draw, but more or more, he has that confidence.

But with two equal opponents, the great monk was discouraged, it was not a matter of a draw, nor was it an illusion of victory.

Instead, you should think about how to escape!

His cultivation is profound, and his true qi is not fake, but his attack method is single, and it is easy to be eaten through.

So the more you get to the end, the more obvious the disadvantage of the great monk.

Burst!

The demon robe was picked open again, and the steel knife glistened with cold light, and it followed closely behind.

Very suddenly, the great monk didn't even have time to defend, and a hole was opened in his stomach, and blood trickled out.

"Amitabha meat, the poor monk is about to open the killing ring!" The great monk ignored the wound and blood on his stomach, he put his hands together, recited Sanskrit sounds, and his whole body flashed with golden light.

Behind him, a golden, angry-eyed vanity appeared.

Vajra Phase!

This is the great monk's real trick to press the bottom of the box, but it is not pure, and the price is extremely high after being used!

It is no less than performing "One Finger to the Sky" on the night of the funeral.

"Robes!"

The Great Monk pointed at the void, and the Demon Robe immediately circled, and it was also shining with golden light, and the enveloped area was also larger than before!

"Demon Suppression!"

The great monk made a palm in the void, and the palm print also flashed with golden light, which was also larger than the normal handprint!

Burst!

Bang!

The sound of an air explosion sounded, the dust was flying, and the yellow sand was all over the sky.

The man in black was blown out, fell to the ground and vomited blood, and it was difficult to even stand up, which was a state of near death.

The demon robe floated to the side, and there was a palm-shaped hole in it, which could not be healed!

"Amitabha meat, the robe is ruined!" The great monk had a mouthful of blood protruding, and he didn't know if it was caused by anger or backlash.

His blood trough and true qi were also almost bottomed out, and like the two opposites, they were temporarily out of action.

This is a style of play that injures 10,000 enemies and loses 8,000 yourself.

The stock of true qi is not enough, and it is more borrowed from the power of the demon robe, but in this way, the robe's solidity value will be reduced.

Before, the great monk was not worried about gambling, for fear of waving his robe!

But since he knew that the funeral night would be repaired, there were not so many scruples, it was broken, repaired!

No money anyway!

Burst!

The fourth man in black fell, he could have lived, but at the critical moment, he used his body to block in front of the team leader, exchanging his life for his life!

He was faithful, so he died!

The leader is retreating, he is afraid, he doesn't want to die, because death means losing too many things, maybe fame, maybe profit, maybe something else.

In short, he didn't want to die, because he knew that forces don't feed idlers!

On the night of the funeral, he dragged his knife and stood with a cold and arrogant face.

No matter how many enemies there were, no matter how strong the enemy was, he did not retreat and was not afraid.

Even...... Is he pushing back the enemy?

The great monk would love to say "fuck me", or applaud and cheer!

But he held back, fearing that pride would attract enemies and set himself on fire.

The man in black, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath like him, was also paying attention and being shocked.

They knew from the intelligence that this man was very strong, very weird, he knew how to form formations, and he had buried many of his compatriots.

Without exception, those who were reincarnated from the formation had lost their powers, which was more cruel and terrifying than death!

Although they didn't take this person seriously, they didn't even have information about him on the intelligence.

But he is not a stranger, because some time ago the forum was still boiling, and the root came from him.

Someone has made a simple summary of the means at hand, and in terms of combat, there are three that are the most despicable.

But this statement is not necessarily true, perhaps, those three methods are the most feared!

"Kill him!"

The vocal cords of the man in black are blurred, like a person walking on the desert after the water is cut off, there is no moisture in the mouth, and the vocal cords are severely cracked, which is why the statement is so vague.

Similarly, he didn't wait for death, he was still taking the pill violently, and he had to reply before the great monk.

That's the best time to turn things around!

"Kill!" After receiving the order, the leader of the squad was also afraid, but he did not dare not rush!

His vocal cords are also blurred, the same as the commander lying on the ground!

Whoosh!

The lime powder popped out of the fingernails, and the body turned into an afterimage, passing through the layers of knife nets, and when it turned into substance, it had already landed in front of the leader.

It's just that there are still a few people in front of him, inseparable, they are moving meat shields, ready to sacrifice at any time.

The night of the funeral was also the end of the strong crossbow, and the high-intensity wear and tear made him unable to do anything.

But he didn't dare to show it, and he didn't dare to show weakness, because the situation is like a dam, once the flood is discharged, it may be out of control!

Put away the knife on the night of the funeral and face it with your bare hands.

Bondage!

Guidance!

Funeral Night gave up his strength and increased his speed as much as he could, which was a double burst, twice as fast as before!

He shot very suddenly, so suddenly that the other party didn't have time to react, so fast that the other party couldn't see the trajectory clearly.

Five clusters of strange cold energy spread around the body, then converged, and finally formed a whole, and then exploded.

That's still an iceberg!

Bondage attack, success!

(End of chapter)