Chapter 624

Boom!

After exerting his unique skill, Zheng Feiyue's momentum soared and rushed to the dry land.

Other brothers also showed their unique skills and rushed to the dryland with the mentality of becoming benevolent if they failed.

"Kill!"

His fist and weapons hit him and burst into flames.

Zheng Feiyue's face sank.

Can't break the defense!

With a loud roar, the drought owl crossed a circle in front of him with both hands.

Clank clank!

The long weapons in their hands were suddenly broken.

Powerful forces swept through, and no one could bear this fierce force and flew back one after another.

Only Zheng Feiyue escaped the attack.

Who knows, seeing this, the dry dog puffed up his mouth and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of black gas.

"Be careful, it's corpse poison!"

"Don't touch!"

"Back off!"

Li xiner and others exclaimed.

Zheng Feiyue hurriedly retreated and gathered his body in a hurry. The drought's attack had come in front of him.

Collapse!

Zheng Feiyue felt that he was hit by a heavy hammer, sprayed blood, and shot backward.

Zhao Yun came forward to catch the boss's body.

The two retreated wildly together.

Bang!

Zhao Yun in the rear hit the wall, and the blood flowed out along his mouth and nose. He smiled bitterly and said, "boss, there's no other way. You use the transmission symbol to go first, and we'll find a way to get out."

"Go!"

"Cough, let's go, boss. Don't care about us anymore."

"Drag it down and everyone will die!"

Zheng Feiyue slipped from Zhao Yun's arms and coughed up blood. He said, "it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I still have a way, I still have a way."

He half knelt on the ground and pulled out a knife with difficulty.

Ambush knife!

Lv Bu and others suddenly changed color.

"No!"

"It can't be used. It's a magic knife!"

"It's dead to use it. You can't use it, boss!"

Zheng Feiyue gasped and said with a smile, "although I am afraid of death, I often run with you, but I always believe that there are things more important than life and death, such as friendship and oath!"

With that, Zheng Feiyue put his hand on the blade.

"No!"

Chang Yuchun beat the ground hard and roared with despair.

Han Shizhong trembled and couldn't hold the knife. He murmured, "put down the knife, please put down the knife, let the brothers try again, let the brothers try again!"

Zheng Feiyue shook his head slowly.

At the moment when the blood was about to catch the magic knife.

A warm big hand held Zheng Feiyue's palm and pulled out the magic knife.

Zheng Feiyue looked in surprise.

Wang was not easy to show a smiling face. He could vaguely see the handsome trace of his youth. He said, "since it's a magic knife, don't use it again. You haven't reached a dead end yet."

Zheng Feiyue said with a wry smile: "senior, I know you are strong, but your fists are hard to beat your four hands. The other party still has drought, which exists against the sky. You'd better leave this place of right and wrong."

"You don't believe me because you don't understand the true meaning of the eight poles." Wang Buyi said.

Zheng Feiyue suddenly stared.

This

What is the deployment method?

Wang Bu Yi smiled and stretched out his old right hand with a powerful rune on it.

Zheng Feiyue said in horror, "this is an eight pole rune. Why do you have it?"

"See clearly."

Wang Buyi gently shook his right hand, and the rune instantly turned into five small parts and threw into Wang Buyi's eyebrows and limbs.

The evil spirit rose into the sky.

Click, click, click.

The trees in the yard were broken by the amazing momentum, and the trunk cracks appeared.

The crowd was appalled.

Corpse Wuhai and old ghost looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The former waved his hand and the drought shrieked, turning into a black wind and rushing towards Wang Buyi.

The latter is not idle. He raises his hand to condense a green ghost, which is very fast and surpasses the Dryland in the blink of an eye.

Wang is not easy to take care of himself and said, "the first word is town!"

The green ghost roared.

It was not easy for Wang to raise his hand, and the magic pattern in the palm flickered violently, so he grabbed the ferocious ghost head.

"Die!"

The old ghost often sneers.

His ghost head is a supreme supernatural power. Who dares to grasp it with his hand?

The ghost's hair gave a strange smile, grew up and swallowed Wang's hard palm.

Mao is not easy to shake his head slightly, his five fingers buckle back, and the magic gas explodes. He grabs the ghost head in his hand, and the rune explodes.

The ghost's hair gave a sad cry, and its volume shrank rapidly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Impossible!"

The old ghost is often frightened.

How is it possible to suppress his fame with a backhand?

Zheng Feiyue showed thoughtful reflection.

The button just now seems simple, but in fact it is mysterious and unusual. It is worth pondering carefully.

"Ganyu, kill him!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of corpse Wuhai.

The drought suddenly accelerated and rushed with strong wind in both hands.

Wang Buyi was still calm and said, "level 8 profound meaning, the second word: shake!"

Two magic patterns flicker together, one on the shoulder and one on the waist.

Wang is not easy to short, wring his waist, shoulders with a large amount of magic gas, and suddenly flings out.

Air explosion!

The shrill sound of breaking the air sounded.

This shoulder, strong and solid, bumped into the coming dry dog.

Bang!

After the collision, Wang Buyi's body remained motionless.

The body shape of the dryland beetle retreats, and its feet pull out a deep pit on the ground, with black hair falling off.

Click, click, click.

Where he was thrown by his shoulder, his bones broke, his body broke the courtyard wall and disappeared in the distance.

Smoke everywhere.

Zheng Feiyue stared at Wang Buyi standing calmly, and there was a word in his mind.

Strong!

There was silence.

Li xiner and others feel that the brain is blank.

A pitchman thrown out by one arm... Is it still called a pitchman?

Where on earth is the old man sacred?

After being injured, the corpse felt the deepest. He suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood and exclaimed, "who are you?"

Wang Bu Yi shook his head and said, "your dryland is not hot enough, and you don't hide your bones deeply. You should learn more from your martial uncle in this regard. The fire he keeps is fierce and tight."

There was a look of horror in the eyes of corpse Wuhai.

His martial uncle was a great friar ten thousand years ago. The man in front of him can say that the fire dog raised by martial uncle must exist for ten thousand years.

Thinking of this, Shi Wuhai said to the old ghost around him, "this is an old guy. It's difficult today."

The duck in the mouth flew.

The old ghost looked unwilling and said, "Damn it, it's one step away. Where did the old guy come from?"

"Haven't you seen that this boy has the same skill as the old guy, and it may be his disciple." corpse Wuhai said calmly.

"This..."

Old ghost Chang was still unwilling. He gritted his teeth and said, "elder, I admit your strength is strong. It's wrong to rashly intervene in the affairs of our five ghost gate?"

His confidence comes from that the five ghost sect is also dominated by a ten thousand year old monk.

A sect is not afraid of a scattered repair!

Wang Buyi turned back to Zheng Feiyue and said, "next, I'll show you the third word of the eight pole mystery: death."

"Wait!"

"Don't be angry, sir. We don't mean to offend."

"Let's go, let's go!"

When the two guys heard the word "death", they felt their scalp numb. They quickly confessed and apologized, and then ran away without looking back.

A group of people left in a daze.

Zheng Feiyue first reacted and knelt down to the big man on the spot.

"Father Baji is on the, please accept the disciple's worship!"

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A little late, as usual, the day before.

The fifth watch continues.

Liver explosion to death.

Ho ho!