Xing Bing deliberately chose a place where no one was around.

This is a dark forest, looking around, Fan Liu's forehead suddenly oozed cold sweat, and the hand holding the corpse pot involuntarily tightened.

"Fan Liu, you are a smart person, hand over the corpse pot!"

Seeing that Fan Liu was scared, Xing Bing's face shook slightly, and he laughed twice, his tone was unquestionable.

"Senior Brother Xing, can you leave some for me, I only need this pot to make up enough sect contribution points..."Speaking of this, Fan Liu suddenly stopped, because he saw a cold light in Xing Bing's eyes.

Fan Liu secretly regretted that he really shouldn't have told the truth.

Inside the corpse gate, there are no particularly rigid door rules, and even cannibalism with the door is tacitly allowed. As long as you are strong enough, you can kill, but only if you can guarantee that you can continue to survive after killing. The disciples in the Earth Corpse Gate are all supernatural and weird, and no one knows who the next person to die in the Dao will be.

This time, if Fan Liu succeeds in collecting the contribution points, then he can get the opportunity to enter the Ten Thousand Corpses Cave, and after he comes out, his supernatural powers will naturally increase greatly, this Xing Bing bullies Fan Liu and the others a lot on weekdays, so naturally he will not hope that Fan Liu will have a bright day.

This is the wicked man, and he is very jealous.

"Bring them all!"

Xing Bing's eyes were like knives and he threatened.

Fan Liu didn't move for a long time, but his heart was at war with heaven and man, and if he handed over the corpse pot, the task would naturally not be completed, and he would probably be pushed out to feed the living corpse. If you don't pay it, this Xing Bing is definitely not a good type, and eighty percent will rob it.

Death left and right!

A hint of determination flashed in Fan Liu's eyes!

Taking advantage of Xing Bing's inattention, he opened his mouth and spit out a black bone knife, which shot directly into Xing Bing's throat.

Fan Liu's fight is luck, but also his own life! If he wins, he will have a smooth road in the future, and if he loses, he will die.

However, after all, Fan Liu's strength is only the eighth order of the Fan Gang Realm, and there is too much gap between him and Xing Bing, who is the tenth order of the Fan Gang Realm and has a natal corpse at the same time.

Xing Bing didn't expect Fan Liu to make a sudden move, because he decided that Fan Liu wouldn't dare.

However, even if the bone knife entered his throat, Xing Bing's eyes did not blink, he just looked at Fan Liu with a murderous expression, and reached out to pull out the bone knife that had pierced his throat little by little.

"The knife is good, but it's a pity that you can't kill me!"

The bone knife was pulled out. Moreover, the hole in the neck is there, but there is no blood coming out of the wound, and it is still healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This..."

Fan Liu was a little shocked, obviously he didn't expect such a situation.

"Could it be a natal corpse?"

Xing Bingha laughed, with a fierce look on his face, with a strong hand in his hand, the bone knife was broken by a huge force with a "click", and Fan Liu, who had a trace of mental connection with the bone knife, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You've guessed right, my natal corpse is a half-life demon corpse of a mysterious product. You want to kill me, hehe, it's not that easy!"

The blow failed, Fan Liu seemed to have accepted his fate, but the desire to survive was still there, and he begged: "Senior brother, please, let me go once!"

Fan Liu thought that his strength was not good, and he was not Xing Bing's opponent at all, so in order to survive, he could only beg again. However, in the corpse gate, weakness means being bullied and being exploited even more.

Xing Bing smiled, and the smile was very evil and ferocious.

He enjoyed the feeling, the pleasure of manipulating the life and death of others, making them beg for their own pleasure.

"Next time you are reincarnated, remember not to enter this door, you have the ruthlessness, but it is not cruel enough!" As he spoke, Xing Bing's right arm instantly turned black, and in Fan Liu's horrified gaze, it changed into a hand full of scales, and after it quickly lengthened and became larger, it turned into a super big claw with a strange shape, and grabbed Fan Liu's head like an overwhelming one.

"Scaly Claws!"

With this claw, Xing Bing was bound to win, but he obviously underestimated Fan Liu's desire to survive, and in a desperate situation, Fan Liuyi was ruthless and directly threw the corpse pot he was holding in his hand towards Xing Bing.

With a "bang", the corpse pot shattered when it touched the corpse scale claw.

The thick black gas flashed, and the more than 300 corpses contained in the pot, like a small hill, appeared out of thin air, pressing Xing Bing into the pile of corpses. At the same time, Fan Liu did not retreat, but advanced, picked up the bone knife on the ground, rushed forward directly, and slashed down towards Xing Bing's position in the corpse pile.

Knife after knife, Fan Liu used all his strength, all his Xuan Qi, he didn't know if he was chopping a corpse or Xing Bing, anyway, if he wanted to live, he had to chop all this in front of him into meat sauce!

Only when this Xing Bing dies can he have a chance to live!

Blood and sweat were intertwined on Fan Liu's face, and the hand holding the broken knife was cracked.

Countless severed limbs and remnants of flesh flew up, and the sky was full of blood.

Fan Liu was also covered in blood.

Finally, with a "click", the knife got stuck in the bone. Immediately followed by a low roar, the pile of flesh and bones was torn apart and flown out, and Xing Bing walked out of the pile of corpses with scars.

Xing Bing didn't die, but his image was much more terrifying.

Even, half of his head was almost cut off by the bone knife, and the broken bone knife was stuck on his skull, but even so, he still did not die.

Fan Liu is desperate!

The Xuan Qi is exhausted, and the means are exhausted, but Xing Bing is still alive!

Watching Xing Bing walk towards him step by step, Fan Liu finally collapsed to the ground weakly.

He could imagine how painful it was when the latter reached out to wring off his head, and even, Xing Bing, who was crazy, was likely to eat himself raw to make up for the physical trauma...

"Little bastard, you damn it!"

Xing Bing was really crazy, he didn't expect to be forced to this by this Fan Liu, if it weren't for the extraordinary power of the natal corpse, he would have died twice now.

Raising the corpse scale claw, he pinched Fan Liu's head, lifted it up, and carried it in front of him.

Xing Bing laughed wildly.

"Little bastard, you still have to die in my hands!"

After speaking, Xing Bing's hand slammed into force.

But at the moment when Xing Bing was proud and Fan Liu closed his eyes in despair, a very small black snake burrowed into the back of Xing Bing's cracked head.

Xing Bing only felt a pain in his head, and he completely lost consciousness.

The hand that pinched Fan Liu's head stopped in the air.

For a long time, Fan Liu, who didn't feel pain, opened his eyes blankly, and glanced at Xing Bing, whose eyes were wide open, suspiciously, not knowing what happened to Lu Dao.

"Could it be that you are saved, and you don't have to die?"

But just when Fan Liu secretly pinched a cold sweat for himself, he was suddenly shocked to find that Xing Bing's eyes, which were originally dim, suddenly turned twice, and locked his gaze on himself again.

"Gollum!~"

At this moment, Fan Liu's heart hung again.