Chapter 472

Convenient with people

"Metamorphosis, cold blood!" At this time, Cong Xiaofei only felt his mind rippling and his body was unconscious.

No! Cong Xiaofei's body hasn't solidified yet, so he quickly sacrificed the skills of Xiao Si and lion dragon.

"Armed lion dragon ink worm! Unlimited reproduction

From Cong Xiaofei's whole body, there is a black area. After the emergence of these armed lion dragon ink insects, they quickly disperse into the whole space and use their hiding function to disappear immediately.

"Ah Cong Xiaofei is a scream.

Just now Cong Xiaofei released this method at a price. At the critical moment, if he didn't do something, he would really die here. Therefore, Cong Xiaofei would rather let the cold-blooded blade hit him than release the armed lion dragon ink worm!

"Hiss!" Just listen to a tear, even if you have the body of the lion dragon valiant, the long blade still slowly pierced in. Soon, the whole lion dragon valiant and his whole body were rendered by a piece of green.

Just now Cong Xiaofei released an armed lion dragon ink worm. Of course, the cold-blooded ghost has seen it. He knows that as long as he controls the black faced boy in front of him, everything else is not important. When a man dies, the Dharma will disappear.

Before hitting his body, Cong Xiaofei's mind was turbulent, and his body gradually lost its intuition. But now, it is a feeling of extreme paralysis. This kind of pain is really unbearable!

"Boy, you are not only in my cold blood, but also in the poison of my cold-blooded blade. To tell you the truth, no friar can move after these two moves. You can die at ease!" Although the cold-blooded ghost said arrogant, but the tone is very calm, which is also a quality of the killer.

Cong Xiaofei tries his best to make himself calm. The other party's words are obviously exaggerated. If no one can escape, why are you here?

Once you appear here, it means that you have been a loser. Your so-called limit can still be broken!

Although Cong Xiaofei's cultivation is not as high as yours, I heard that your cultivation is similar to my master Fengning's

You don't have much advantage, so you rely on your combat experience and this strange trick!

So you don't want to delay time. The reason why killers want to end the battle quickly is that they don't want others to explore their own weaknesses!

Cong Xiaofei's face of pain, straight Leng Leng floating in the air, eyes full of anger.

"Boy, it's over. Thank you for coming. Otherwise, I'm afraid my cold-blooded blade will rust. Alas, I've said too much this time. Goodbye! Oh no, never

The cold-blooded blade stabbed Cong Xiaofei again.

That is at this time, one of the armed lion dragon ink insect has come to the news, has found the place where the cold-blooded ghost exists; At this time, the positive force in the body has completely removed the toxin; Cong Xiaofei concentrates, the dragon's eyes are wide open, and the scattered Yuanshen are gathering little by little.

Although this kind of process is very painful, Cong Xiaofei on the line of life and death, where there is a painful feeling, just at the moment when the cold-blooded blade is about to pierce his body, the young man yells, holding the apocalypse, "the power of emotion, sunspot!"

Instantly, the power of the cold-blooded blade has been absorbed by the sunspot.

"The power of emotion, the power of killing! The serial skill of assassination This is Cong Xiaofei's new insight. If you only use the serial skill of assassination, it will be difficult to subdue the opponent. But if you infuse the killing intention in the emotional power, the power will be increased by more than ten times! In this space, Cong Xiaofei comes to a friar in black tights. The blue soul is full of the power of killing. It has completely transformed the red city. The flame of killing is burning. Cong Xiaofei stabs into the throat of the opposite party without hesitation!

This is a young monk in his thirties. His face is ferocious, but his eyes are full of fear and disbelief. Although it's only a trace of the cold-blooded ghost's cultivation, but he already has the wisdom, he doesn't want to die, at least, he doesn't want to die so unknowingly.

His blank eyes seemed to ask, how did the black faced boy crack the cold-blooded technique, and the poison of the cold-blooded blade? Ordinary friars can't get rid of it!

But the cold-blooded ghost never had a chance to know.

Of course, the release of emotional power, the ingenious use of serial assassination techniques

It's something that the cold-blooded ghost never thought of. As a killer, belittling the enemy is not allowed, but it does exist.

Soon, Cong Xiaofei returned to the huge stone statue.

The young man breathed a long breath. Although the battle lasted for a short time, it was really shocking step by step. As long as he didn't do well, I'm afraid he would be doomed!

"Boom!" The young man turned around, and the huge stone statue behind him began to collapse. The cold-blooded ghost was dead, and the stone statue no longer existed.

Sometimes, to be convenient with others is to be convenient for oneself. If the cold-blooded ghost had been able to communicate with Fengning, it would not have died out.

Cong Xiaofei takes a long breath and returns to the master Fengning's area again.

Fengning didn't expect Cong Xiaofei to come back so soon, but looking at each other's weariness and the murderous spirit, he knew that a battle was over. It is conceivable how fierce the battle is.

"The cold-blooded ghost is a killer in ancient times,

I didn't expect you to solve it so soon. " Fengning's tone was greatly appreciated.

Cong Xiaofei sat down cross legged. "Master, Cong Xiaofei actually escaped from death this time. If it wasn't for the positive power in my body, I'm afraid that the poison of the cold-blooded blade could not be solved at all. Besides, at the beginning, I deliberately concealed my strength, which made the other side belittle the enemy. This battle is really not easy!"

"Ha ha! It's not easy to win. I'm afraid I've got a lot of feelings when I fight with that kind of master. " Fengning looks relaxed.

Cong Xiaofei nodded. If it wasn't for the critical time, he would not have thought of the way to assassinate the serial skill. It can be seen that the cultivation in the battle is really very practical.

"Well, master, just a moment. I have to digest this." Cong Xiaofei has just experienced such a battle. It's necessary for him to get hurt. Besides, it's necessary to digest that experience, and consume a lot of five elements aura and vital qi, which also needs to be supplemented.

Fengning nodded, Moyan pen gently waved, a big "back" word appeared, floating in Cong Xiaofei's head immediately burst, soon became a small "back" word, spread.