Seeing Pan Long slowly approaching the stone bridge, the "Thor God Thor" standing like a mountain on the bridge did not move at all, but those dry corpses moved one after another.

Their perception range seems to be much farther than that of the stronger "Thor God".

Pan Long was a little surprised, according to the common sense he knew, even if the strong were not strong in all aspects, at least the perception should not be worse than that of the weak - otherwise, wouldn't it be easy to be plotted?

But at least that's not the case in this world.

Seeing at least fifty or sixty dried corpses slowly crawling over, he was not afraid, after a little consideration, he took out the revenge knife, and with a shock of internal force, he broke the flesh on his arm, and a wisp of blood with a slight blue and yellow color overflowed, which he carefully smeared on the knife.

In an instant, the sword of revenge was shining brightly, and the word "hatred" on the knife became bright red, but there was a faint blue and yellow color around it, making it not look hideous, but revealing a wonderful sense of sacredness.

The corpses approached, and after a while, they suddenly jumped up one after another, like arrows off the string, and like a black turbid current in the moonlight, rushing towards Pan Long.

Pan Long sneered disdainfully, and with a wave of the Severed Sword, the sword light flowed, as if mercury was pouring on the ground, and in turn rushed towards the black turbid current composed of dried corpses.

The sound of breaking and shattering was continuous, and after more than ten seconds, he gathered his knife and stood solemnly, surrounded by dried corpses that had become fragments, one by one, rapidly weathering and turning into ashes.

The fully armored "Thor God" was still motionless.

Pan Long walked towards the bridge with a knife, his toes had just touched the bridge deck, and his heart was full of warnings.

A black shadow teleported in front of him, and the halberd swept in with an explosive sound.

Pan Long swung his knife to block hard, and the sword of revenge after the blood opened the front was as iron as clay, but when he met the long halberd, instead of being able to cut it off, he felt a mountain of power rushing over, forcing him to retreat.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, he took five or six steps back in succession, each step shattering the stone pavement under his feet.

"Good kung fu!" he couldn't help but praise.

This "Thor God" is indeed worthy of being a majestic figure after decades of death, and there are still people who remember him. Just now, even in the Kyushu world, it was also extremely powerful.

At least, Pan Long has never seen a character who can use a long weapon so badly over the years!

There are also masters in Dingfeng Town who are good at using guns and halberds, but compared to this person, those can only be regarded as primary school students.

As for Pan Long himself...... With marksmanship alone, he is no better than a schoolboy in front of this person.

The ingenuity of this halberd is simply incredible. The power condensed on the halberd's body was like wrapping the halberd with a solid carapace, and even the Broken Enemy Sword couldn't help it.

Pan Long had heard of this skill, it was very famous, but it was mainly used in swords, and it could be used to destroy gold and jade, called "cutting iron".

But he'd never heard of someone who could use a halberd to "cut iron"!

In the face of such a master, he not only did not frighten, but became excited.

It is to fight against such a master in order to sharpen yourself. No matter how much you abuse vegetables, it won't help you much to grow your strength.

"Come again!"

Pan Long shouted loudly and swung his knife towards the "Thor God" who was standing motionless on the edge of the bridge after knocking him back.

When the halberd waved, it brought up the black qi, and the sword light flew in it like a white horse.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Pan Long only felt that the opponent's halberd method was unpredictable, as if every move would change the weight and length, often he met it with a knife, but when the halberd met, Qing Piaopiao did not receive any strength at all, and then when his old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not born, the halberd smashed over, so that he had to grit his teeth and try his best to block it.

Fighting against this person, he relied on the extraordinary power of the Nine Transformations Xuangong Heavenly Gang Demonic Body, and he was almost completely unable to display it.

If it weren't for the fact that he had practiced the basic skills under the guidance of the old ancestor Ren Changsheng some time ago, and his control of force was much more accurate, he might have been broken by the halberd, and he would have been poked through the heart.

After more than a dozen moves, he really couldn't resist it, so he had to retreat for the time being.

The "Thor" did not chase after him, but stood on the edge of the bridge, motionless.

I don't know why, although he has become a monster, he is not very aggressive. As long as you don't step on this bridge, he doesn't exist when you don't exist.

If you find a group of people and shoot them with rockets, you might be able to burn him alive.

But Pan Long didn't plan to do this, such an opponent was so rare, he should seize the opportunity to hone his martial arts.

If he can hone his sword technique to the same level as this person's halberd technique, his strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. If you encounter a master in the world of Kyushu, you don't have to smash and fight with invulnerability and play wild boar tactics.

Who doesn't want to be as bright as snow and cut down their opponents with a single sword, and even have no blood on their bodies?

That's called master's bearing!

Pan Long had already made up his mind that no matter how much time it took, he would fight this monster master to the end.

Either his martial arts finally surpassed his opponent, or this monster was consumed by him until the oil ran out, or the fragments of the Shan Hai Jing Spiritual Qi were exhausted and had to leave...... Anyway, he's on it here!

After resting for a while and adjusting his breath, he rushed forward again.

In the moonlight, the two figures brandished their weapons and fought together.

I don't know how long it took, seeing that the moon was in the west, Pan Long turned around and left.

The Colin family was about to get out of bed, and he didn't plan to show his stuff yet.

If they don't go back now, if they are discovered, they may think that they are also "calamity" - for example, the monster "Scarecrow" of the novice village in an old game.

He can't explode an ebony sword!

Back at camp, the Colin family was still sleeping. He bypassed the two dozing women on the vigil and crept back into his sleeping bag.

The next day, after breakfast, Colin led the team to continue looking for the small gate of the rich area.

This time they were lucky enough to finally find the humble door before lunch.

The door had already been sealed by countless vines, and there was a tree growing in the doorway, and the branches and foliage were quite thick. If it weren't for Pan Long's sharp feeling, I'm afraid that even if Colin was close, they wouldn't have been able to see that this was once a door.

Cutting down the tree, cutting down the vines, they walked along the stone path into the rich area.

After only a few steps, Pan Long, who was taking the lead, stopped.

Inside the houses on the left and right, the sound of dried corpses crawling can be heard.

"It seems that this is really a treasure place. He couldn't help but say, "There's monsters in every room!"

Colin and his son were nervous and happy - monsters were dangerous, of course, but having monsters meant that they had not been explored, and that the wealth that the rich men had not had time to take away was still hidden in the house.

"Wealth is in danger, fight!" Colin widened his eyes and said viciously, pointing to the side with a long knife in his hand, choosing a villa at random, and taking the lead in walking inside.