Chapter 737

"Who!" The cold light in the black eyes suddenly appeared, and Pu Zheng jumped towards the back immediately, and just landed on the ground, but the moment he looked up, the figure in front had arrived, and he didn't even have time to dodge. No, I watched helplessly as the man stretched out his fist and smashed it hard on his left cheek.

His whole body was about to shatter, and Pu Zheng's face changed greatly. He couldn't take it any longer when he bumped into this hard, hard tunnel. He opened his eyes and looked at the man in black in front of him. The black clothes were very simple, the scarf around his neck fluttered in the wind, his long black hair was draped over his shoulders, but he wore a mask on his face, so he couldn't see his face at all.

"Who are you? Luo Xing, where is he!" Gritting his teeth, Pu Zheng stood up against Shanyan. Here, his sensing ability is much stronger than in the outside world, but what is terrifying is that no matter how he senses, he cannot sense the existence of the person in front of him. As long as it is a human being or a creature, it will have its own breath, and everyone's is different.

However, only the person in front of him didn't have the slightest breath. If I hadn't seen it with my eyes, I would have thought that there was no one here at all. This also made Pu Zheng depressed. He never thought that someone would hide it so perfectly that he didn't even have a breath.

You must know that even if you are a strong person, no matter how you hide your aura, you still have a touch of human aura, but this person, just like a dead person, has no anger at all.

The cold light in the black eyes suddenly appeared, and Pu Zheng understood it instantly. Those eyes stared at the person in front of him, and said coldly: "Are you, a living dead?"

No, the living dead have always been controlled by people, and they have never had their own subjective consciousness. The person in front of him looks like an ordinary person no matter what, but he doesn't have any breath.

The man standing looked at the child opposite him coldly. He stood coldly without saying a word. The aura alone was enough to make people tremble. But Pu Zheng never thought that there would still be such a person in the cloud country.

He has been in Yun Country for so long, someone must know, but there has never been such a master. This person is definitely not from Yun Country. So, is it foreign?

"You, who are you?" Pu Zheng clenched his teeth, his hands clasped in front of him quickly, all the star power in the whole body worked, and Sanhua's pupils locked tightly on the person in front of him, slowly moving towards both sides Separated, the flashing light was separated in his hands, and the sharp gun appeared from it and appeared in his hands.

The person on the opposite side just stretched out his right hand, and the black double sword appeared in his hand. He held the handle of the sword in the middle, and stood up straight. His voice was like a saw sharpening a book and a tree, and it was extremely unpleasant, "I am the one who took your life."

"Did you take Luo Xing away? Where are the others? Tell me and I'll let you die!" Pu Zheng said angrily, taking a step forward. After turning around, he fell toward the surrounding space.

The hard, hard rock was cracked by this stroke, just like tofu.

The cold light in his eyes suddenly appeared, and the standing man smiled coldly, stretched out his hand to hold the scarf around his neck, pulled it up slightly, and subconsciously covered his face with the mask on.

Just this action, Pu Zheng's pupils tightened even more, the whole person took a step back, and even his voice trembled, "You, you are Sister Qingge's friend, Han Bing?"

"No, I'm the guardian of the Ghost Star Sect." The hoarse voice came from his throat, a little helpless and bitter, but this emotion was fleeting, he still stood there coldly, and said coldly: "Ghost The star is not here."

"No, then where is he, what do you want to do here?" Pu Zheng's voice became even colder, his eyes were firmly locked on the person in front of him, no, even Han Bing has a breath, and , Han Bing's weapon is not such a blade at all, just an ordinary dagger. If one's weapon can be replaced, it is impossible to erase one's own breath.

Who is it, the guardian of the Ghost Star Sect, has Luo Xing already gone to the Ghost Star Sect? No, his breath is still here, he is still there. But where, where exactly?

"Take your life." The hoarse voice, at the moment of falling, the person standing in front suddenly rushed out, the two knives in his hand were driven by his arms, and fell suddenly towards the front.

Pu Zheng's pupils tightened even more, the small figure was stunted, and the whole body was like noodles, twisting to the side at will, allowing the blade to pass by against his body.

Just when he thought he had escaped, another sword light had arrived behind him. The lightning-like light of the knife shot out like an arrow from the string, and slashed out of it.

This is what Pu Zheng never thought of, the person in front of him is only moving in his direction, why is there another sword light in the opposite direction.

Sanhua's pupils shrank, and the tongue in Pu Zheng's mouth immediately rolled out towards the front, and the white snake hidden in his sleeve quickly rushed out, blocking Pu Zheng's body.

The white snake under the light of the sword turned into several segments, and Pu Zheng also found the opportunity, immediately pulled out the magic spear, and moved aside. He was fast, the black figure was even faster, almost following him, and the knife light came out against his body.

He was able to block the sword light that was drawn out, but he couldn't stop the other sword lights that shot out from all sides. Pu Zheng is only a thirteen-year-old child now. Even if he has the blood of a snake, he has just recovered his identity as a snake, and his cultivation is incomplete. How can he be the opponent of the guardian of the ghost star sect. It can block a few moves, and the others behind are all beaten.

Those small pranks can be used in other areas, but facing the masters in front of him, he doesn't even have the chance to perform them.

"Sleep." The icy voice seemed to be in his ears, and before Pu Zheng had regained his senses, the icy back of the knife had already pressed against his temple and hit him hard. The temple on the other side also seemed to be hit by the back of the knife, and the whole person's brain shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, the cold blade was already attached to his abdomen, and he only felt his internal organs, as if it was about to be sprayed out of his mouth, completely displaced, his eyes darkened, and Pu Zheng hit him hard and hard behind him. On the rock, unconscious.

The approaching figure stood in front, looking down at Pu Zheng, he just reached out his hand coldly, stroked Pu Zheng's small head, and said coldly, "You shouldn't have known, you should forget it, child. You are still young, and you don’t know what Gui Xing is going to do. He is not a loyal and kind person, he is just a man who loves himself too much. As for Luo Xing, it is just a small thing that came back from Yunguo, don’t do it anymore I've found it, that Luo Xing, I can't go back."

Standing up slowly, the black figure straightened his back and swept his cold eyes forward.