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Zhao Hong's hair is flying, and his eyes are as sharp as Fujian's.

PA!!!

Zhao Hong flies backward and bumps heavily on the low mountain in the distance. He is almost swept into the formation by the rolling black fog. His head is dizzy and confused. He covers his red and swollen face and looks at Qin Sheng who is walking by.

"You slap me in the face?"

Zhao Hong was shocked by the waves in his heart, and his face was all unbelievable. He just felt dizzy suddenly, and he was slapped by Qin Sheng.

Does he even feel that he hasn't escaped from the big formation and fell into a magic formation, all of which are illusions?

I'm a master of tongmingjing. How could I be slapped by two lower martial artists of tonghunjing. Who would believe it?

However, the burning pain on his face made Zhao Hong know that it was not an illusion, but a real existence.

"Little beast, I want you to die!"

Zhao Hong directly offered the ghost of war. It was a virtual shadow of a black cane, floating behind it. It was also a three stripe ghost of war. It took a lot of effort to find a black vine in the magic dragon wasteland.

As soon as the soul of the war came out, Zhao Hong's body poured out a large number of black rattan transformed by Yuan Li.

The black rattan braved the halo, and some extremely thin runes were flickering, especially at the wound of the broken arm, which turned into a rattan arm and rushed to Qin Sheng like lightning.

Qin Sheng stood quietly on the ground, and his face had recovered some color of blood.

"Shua!!!"

When heiteng was about to pierce Qin Sheng's body, Qin Sheng moved. His feet were twined with a layer of purple lightning. He stepped out a hundred meters away and even Zhao Hong was frightened.

Such a speed, though not as strong as the one who has passed through the storm and thunder, can definitely surpass most of the martial artists who have passed through the sky.

Qin Sheng dodged the black rattan, which turned into black lightning. The purple feather, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, flickered a few times. It was a ghost that appeared in front of Zhao Hong. Zhao Hong's face was terrible. He wanted to dodge, but suddenly found that his hands and feet were not very flexible. He couldn't walk at all.

"Pa!!!"

Qin Sheng slaps Zhao Hong again, and Zhao Hong flies away. He is disheartened and embarrassed to the extreme.

"You..."

Zhao Hong is going crazy. His face is red and swollen on both sides. His face is splitting. If the first slap just happened to be an illusion, what about this one?

"Pa!!"

Zhao Hong did not stand up, covered with a layer of silver runes and pulled out the palm, Zhao Hong got another slap.

"What are you!"

Qin Sheng trampled Zhao Hong on the bottom of his foot with great strength, just like a god devil trampling on the earth. Zhao Hong's chest collapsed and his sternum didn't know how many heels had been broken.

"Mi Mi ~ ~"

Zhao Hong wanted to say something, but his mouth kept bleeding. His face was full of suffocation. The master of Zhao family, who only covered the sky in Dayan City, ended up in such a miserable situation and was so humiliated by a low-level warrior who connected the soul.

Qin Sheng stepped on his feet again, Zhao Hong spat out blood again, and his face was as white as paper.

"Are you stupid?" Qin Sheng scoffed and said, "knowing that he was poisoned by ghouls, he dared to sacrifice the spirits of war."

Ghouls feed on corpses, which are extremely poisonous. They don't know how many times more poisonous than the king's poison.

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