readx; Zhao Zheng screamed heartbreakingly, the blood veins in his whole body expanded rapidly, wandering uncertainly, impacting the blocked meridians in his body, his legs that were buried below his waist suddenly felt extremely hot, he involuntarily slammed his feet, and then, his whole body actually rushed away from the loess around him, jumped up in the pit, the loess was sprinkled everywhere, Zhao Zheng's body jumped back and forth in the pit two or three times, and finally, he jumped out of the pit. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's more than six feet tall.

This sight stunned everyone, the goatee was dumbfounded, and the arm of the shortbeard that had lost its strength after throwing the sword seemed to be stunned by surprise and no longer trembled.

Zhao Zheng's only feeling at this time was pain, desperate pain, he grinned and screamed, but his limbs were restless and swaying, he was scurrying rapidly, the pain had made him unable to settle down, he jumped from here to there, and from that side to this side, there was only one word of pain left in his belief, his body shook, and there was an inexplicable ignorant huge force in his body, forcing him to run to relieve some pain.

But there was no blood overflowing from his shoulders and back, and the blood overflowed where the sword was inserted, as if he was imprisoned by an invisible qi, but it could not be spilled at all.

Zhao Zheng's figure swayed, interspersing in and out of the demon group at will, and when a demon wanted to touch him, Zhao Zheng's figure had slipped from between their claws.

His speed was just too fast.

Zhao Zheng scurried back and forth in the demon group outside the pit for more than a dozen times, and the pain seemed to have weakened a little, but it was still hot, as if the wind that ran up and fanned him could give him a little comfort.

The face of the demon was close to him, but Zhao Zheng couldn't help himself, it was too painful, and this feeling of pain could even make him ignore everything else, and turn a blind eye to everything else.

When his speed slowed down a little, the Minotaur struck.

He thought that he was really blind, and in the future, he must be very convinced of the old proverb "those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come".

He was dazzled by Zhao Zheng's speed just now, let alone attack.

Now Zhao Zheng's speed has finally slowed down a little,

The minotaur saw that Zhao Zheng was running in the opposite direction, his cold and stiff weapon attacked again, and when Zhao Zheng got closer, the black long and thin rope-like thing pounced on Zhao Zheng, to be exact, it pounced on the shoulder on Zhao Zheng's shoulder, it wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and then pulled the sword out of Zhao Zheng's shoulder with lightning speed.

Attacking the enemy's vital points is a surprising and winning move.

The sword detached from Zhao Zheng's body with a long stream of blood droplets.

At the same time, Zhao Zheng's hair rose up, facing the blood that had left his body, but when he met the blood, his hair could not stick, and the long string of blood droplets did not fall to the ground, still returning to Zhao Zheng's wound intact, and when the hair met his wound again, his wound healed rapidly and inappropriately in an instant.

The hair lingered on Zhao Zheng's shoulders for a moment, and there was nowhere to stay, so he returned to the top of his head and curled up.

But the pain can't be dissipated quickly.

This taste is really no less than the taste when the sword is inserted into Zhao Zheng's body.

Pain, pain, pain, severe pain!!

Zhao Zheng let out a long, miserable scream like a madness, and he had the pain of bursting his throat.

The minotaur is really vicious, born as a demon, but has a vicious heart like a human.

Zhao Zheng had a crazy pain at the moment, his hands and feet were clawed, and he suddenly pounced on the nearest minotaur, and he desperately grabbed the double horns on the minotaur's head.

The two-horned skaters and was cold, but Zhao Zheng held on to it, and the coldness seemed to be transmitted to his back as well, making his pain lessen.

The minotaur couldn't imagine that the person was so brave, he shook his horns violently, threw Zhao Zheng's body over a heel, and threw Zhao Zheng from his front to his back, although Zhao Zheng's body changed position, but his hands grabbed the bullman's horns to death, which seemed to have become his life-saving grass, and he couldn't let go until he died.

The minotaur was about to go crazy, and the one who couldn't shake it off, his hard long weapon attacked again, and this time it was also aimed at Zhao Zheng's vital point, the neck.

Zhao Zheng's neck was densely wrapped around more than a dozen times, and then Zhao Zheng felt suffocation, but what he felt even more was the discomfort between his lips, and there was nowhere to vent.

So, he lowered his head and bit the minotaur's back indiscriminately.

He was a little delirious by this time, and he was guided by his own feelings, step by step, step by step.

The throat is so suffocating, I have to vent, there is nowhere to vent, bite down, so that it can be better.

But the Minotaur had thick skin and thick flesh, and when Zhao Zheng bit down on his two rows of teeth, he first encountered a thick stiff block, and then, he heard a miserable scream of the Minotaur, just like the scream he had just touched, and then, his bite was soft, and then, a salty thick liquid overflowed his entire mouth, and the liquid also had a thick smell.

Zhao Zheng only felt a vomit in his throat, he immediately opened his mouth and vomited, the thick liquid in his mouth flowed all over the ground, in addition, Zhao Zheng couldn't spit out anything, he retched in his throat for a while, and then his hair seemed to smell blood, and he lost no time in meeting the Minotaur's wound.

It's a pity that the Minotaur's wound can't heal as quickly as Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng's hair gathers towards the Minotaur's wound like a stitch, and it burrows densely into his wound.

The pain of ** that has never been felt before.

The minotaur did not forget to shout in the midst of the severe pain: "Demon ...... Blame!"

Yes, who but youkai can perform such a terrible thing.

The hair wandered arbitrarily in the body of the minotaur, and the minotaur had fallen to the ground and rolled in pain, and even the weapon that strangled Zhao Zheng's neck was softened, Zhao Zheng also happened to vent the pain at this time, and the shoulder and back no longer hurt badly, and the body fell to the ground with the minotaur with the hair.

This is something that happened in the delicate middle of time.

When the demons came over, the body of the minotaur was already soft and difficult to move, and when they gathered over, it was when Zhao Zheng's hair sucked the blood, jet black luster, and then, they saw Zhao Zheng's hair flicked at them, and the hair was like a needle piercing the little demons, and the nearest few little demons suffered immediately, only feeling that the blood in their bodies was rapidly spreading to the hair, and when they wanted to break free, the whole body was weak.

When the rest of the little demons saw this, they immediately dispersed.

The little demons fled for a while and were nowhere to be found.

It didn't take time, and the crazy night was immediately quiet.

Zhao Zheng gasped heavily, a thin layer of sweat secreted from all over his body, and he felt a trace of coolness from time to time, the injury on his back was completely gone, it seemed to be better, and it seemed to be numb, was what happened in a dream just now really happening?

His hair was scattered, and he looked like he was crazy.

At his feet, the Minotaur's body was stiffly prone on his stomach, and the two curved horns were left to the side alone, and he didn't know when Zhao Zheng broke off the Minotaur's head, and the horns were still bruised, black and fishy.

He's dead.