Chapter 608

Is this a joke!!

Both games are lost Ghost King alone, against all opponents?

Gu fan's words made the Red Dragon King freeze in place. First he was stunned, and then the anger in his eyes almost gushed out like a volcanic eruption.

Insult.

It's an insult to chiguoguo.

Pop.

Gu fan snapped his fingers: "fog, King Kong, come back."

The wind is blowing.

Diffuse hazy dust in the constant dissipation.

The particles in the fog passed through everyone's fingers, and they finally converged in the direction behind Gu fan, until a human female figure slowly appeared.

07, fog.

She still has the appearance of human beings, but her figure looks more ethereal and unpredictable, and even more weak and vulnerable, as if the wind will disperse.

The structure is different.

07 fog and ordinary people's physiological structure is not the same, completed only belongs to her unique transformation.

Bang!!

With a heavy sound, the Immortal King Kong was thrown out again, leaving a deep pit on the ground.

At this moment, the body cast by refined steel magic iron is steaming hot. The two meter tall giant is as red as a brand iron. Sweat flows on his muscles as if it were dripping on an iron plate, making a "zizizi" sound and changing into a stream of white smoke.

He didn't know how many blows he got The boxing strength of the ascetic almost tempered his whole body. If he continued to fight, I'm afraid that it would be like "steelmaking" that would really be beaten into molten iron magma.

The Immortal King Kong had some difficulty climbing out of the pit, and did not rush up to continue the fight.

He listened to Gu fan's arrangement and went back to his back. He sat on the ground and made the floor under his buttocks hot. Then he closed his eyes and began to savor the battle carefully and realized the residual strength in his body.

Not bad.

This is a steady increase in the combat effectiveness of the two subordinates.

On the other side.

There are many cuts and scratches on Qingyu.

Most of the wounds are very shallow. With Qingyu's strength, they can avoid most of the attacks of the 07 fog. However, in some places, the wounds are very deep, and you can even see the bloody bones. It's hard to bear to look directly at them.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, you can't get wet shoes.

Qingyu's speed is still above the 07 fog, but after thousands of sneak attacks, even the saints will make mistakes one by one, and these wounds are the witness of every mistake.

As for the ascetic, the state is much better.

He was still the old man as thin as firewood, with his dog around his back. He didn't consume much physical strength after a long fight, and he wanted to continue playing with the tough young man.

But Gu fan's insults made the ascetic monk angry.

One against three, are you kidding??

And not Gu fan himself, but sent another subordinate.

It's arrogant.

Gu fan's casual appearance, his contemptuous and superior eyes make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Young people, self-confidence is a good thing."

"But overconfidence is arrogance and will suffer."

The ascetic patted the dust on his body, and there was a feeling of "not listening to the old man and suffering in front of him".

"Ghost king, let's go."

Without too much explanation, Gu fan gave a simple order.

Then, the corpse eating ghost king in the blood robe disappeared in the same place, and the ordinary people around saw the so-called instant movement again.

Actually From the perspective of ordinary people, there is no difference in speed to a certain extent.

Ordinary people's naked eyes are limited. The fog body method disappears instantly in their eyes, and the faster Qingyu also disappears instantly, which is also unrecognizable.

But the ghost king is different.

It has almost no sign. When the speed reaches the extreme, it should have a piercing sound, but it is still like a pool of stagnant water.

"No way."

This is the only word in Qingyu's mind.

As a saint, her naked eye can't keep up with the speed of the ghost king. Her brain just has a little reaction, and the other person has disappeared in front of her eyes.

Danger!!

When you see the enemy disappear in front of you, the danger must have come

Ding.

As expected, the figure of flying feather in his short sword came out of his body, and the sound of chopping blood came out.

At the same time, Qingyu also flew backwards more than ten meters away, and a wound between the clavicle and abdomen was cut, and the whole person was rifled.

The skin was cut open.

The muscle was cut open.The bone was cut open.

Almost, the viscera will also be torn by the claws of the ghost king. As long as you just slow down by one point, both the heart and other organs will be cut to pieces.

As a saint, Qingyu's physical quality naturally surpasses that of ordinary human beings countless times. Even if he is cut open, he doesn't die immediately. Instead, his brain is analyzing the claw of the ghost king just now.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Qingyu feels the pain of the wound.

Toxic!!

The king's claws were poisonous, and the cut was quickly corroded. A long lost sense of fear enveloped her.

It's just like a virus of the last time!!

Ordinary viruses are no longer useful for hunters, but even saints can be contaminated by the viruses that the ghost king himself infected.

That's right.

Gu fan's previous roles, such as "thousand needles", have been turned into his own ghostly subordinates by the ghost king, preparing to build an army of ghouls.

This kind of poison in the ghost King's body can be eroded not only by hunters, but also by weaker saints

"No How could this be... "

Terror has fully explained that Yu's heart is occupied. She is just like an ordinary person in the last days. The virus infection makes her feel helpless.

On this day, she finally recalled the fear of the end of the world!!

Solve one person.

The actual use time is less than 3 seconds.

The figure of the ghost king is another flash, but the ascetic can barely see the track of its action, and its strength is obviously better.

"Drink!"

Under the crisis, the monks had to use their skills.

A violent drink, thin as firewood fists, the surrounding air and sound were stripped layer upon layer, rushed to the ghost King's body.

The ghost king didn't use the claw to attack, but also made a punch.

Bang!!

The two fists intersect, but the power from the ghost king is as heavy as a mountain.

It's not the same.

It's totally different.

The power of the ghost king is much greater than that of the Immortal King Kong.

The ascetic monk wanted to use the force to fight, or other ways to bounce this blow away, but the power of the ghost king was too heavy. He couldn't breathe. The ground under his feet cracked and burst, and it was deep below ten meters, but he still couldn't resist the ghost King's fist.

It's the so-called "one effort, ten meetings.".

In front of absolute power Skill is useless!!