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"The six realms" boom and boom. "

The scream just passed.

The sound of several explosions came from the air. For a moment, the blood fog was misty and the human limbs were flying around.

It was only at this time that I found out.

All around the young man, there were eight figures in the air, but at the moment, there was a blood hole about the size of a washbasin on each of them. All of them had an incredible and incredible expression.

Everything seemed to be in the expectation of the young man.

At the moment of the explosion, his whole body was covered with a layer of white fog. It's not so much fog, it's some kind of small field shield to stop the blood fog pollution from the explosion.

And then.

Eight bodies fell from the air.

The young man waved his hand, wiped the dust off his body with a fan, and snorted coldly: "the strong men of the corpse witch clan really want to be as powerful as an elephant. Just relying on a dozen strong saints, they want to capture me alive? Are you a little too complacent

In the middle of a conversation.

Four throwing knives have appeared in his palm once again. Without a word, he waved one hand. The four throwing knives have already galloped towards the place where the old man in black is.

The old man in black didn't care at all, but there was a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows.

"Respect the strong?"

The information he got.

However, it occurred to him that the master of the holy Valley had not brought the medicine to the empty valley?

"It's just one person. Let me meet you for a while."

A glimmer of expectation emerged from the old man in black.

Although he is one of the three strong men who can control the living leader of the corpse witch clan, he has never been out of North Vietnam. Naturally, I have never dealt with the top Chinese, so this time I will inevitably have some expectations.

It's just that I heard that the top of China is very strong.

Now there is a chance to encounter, he naturally will not let go.

In the middle of a conversation.

The middle finger of his right hand jumped suddenly, and a thread shot out of his fingertip.

Right side of his body.

The strong man, who had not borrowed his black robe, quickly lifted up his black robe and exposed the dark coffin on his back. The silk thread passed through the heavy coffin and went straight into the coffin.

There was a dull noise.

The coffin board burst, the dark inside of the coffin was brilliant.

This time.

Inside the coffin was a tall, thin man. His whole body was still wrapped in white, but this time the skull on his head was not an ox's head, but a leopard's head. Two canines, the size of a fist, are horrifying.

With the black robed old man stirring his fingers.

The smell of the leopard's head writhing in the air.

"Good."

"It depends on whether you have this ability."

The young man opened the paper fan in his hand, revealing a smiling face.

He looked at the monster with a leopard face, and there was a trace of expectation on his face.

Although he knows more or less the northern witch's information, it is also mysterious.

With the living man as the carrier, refining the Kui for fighting.

Kui is divided into dead Kui and living Kui.

The death chief is concise, that is to keep only the body of the person being refined, or even some ability. Basically, as long as the people of the necromancer clan, they all have this ability. The only difference is the strength they can achieve by refining the dead leader. Generally speaking, the dead leader's best strength can reach one or two stars of the venerable. This is the peak.

But huokui is different.

They refine the living into Kui, but can retain the life of the living people, even consciousness. In addition to being unable to act autonomously and without the general physical functions of a living person, others are undoubtedly related to human beings, and they can even use all their abilities in life.

There are only three corpse refiners in the whole corpse witch clan who can refine the living chief.

Peak period.

It is said that one of these three people refined a dying five-star venerable into a living Kui. No one can prove whether it is true or not.

"The five-star master, the strength is comparable to Xu Baiqing of the medicine God valley. I don't know how many stars you have."

Young men have some expectations.

He is now the strength of Samsung, and has never played with a strong player above Samsung. Originally, I had the chance to go to liaobian to fight with those overseas bloodthirsty strongmen, but I could only sit in the rear and not go to the front. But if you can meet a living Kui who is comparable to the five-star worshipper here, it would be a great pleasure to have a big war.

"It seems that you know very well about the corpse witch clan. But this time you are going to be disappointed, I these two live chief, although there is no five-star strength. But it is also a two-star, a three-star, two against you, one is enoughThe old man chuckled.

"Well, you can try."

Young men don't think so.

In the middle of a conversation.

The gap between the hands, once again condensed full of Throwing Knife. But this time, there are three times as many throwing knives between each gap as before. There are twenty-four.

"Go."

The old man's eyebrows coagulated and drank.

Suddenly.

The body leopard head, the human body ox head two living Kui then toward the young man attack.

Niutou huokui's speed is higher. He dodges the attack of the young man's throwing knife. He dodges and comes to the young man's body. The double arm bone knife rotates quickly.

In the face of the bull head living Kui's close combat, the young man is not afraid at all. A paper fan in his hand is as sharp as a dagger.

The next second.

Listen to a burst of sonorous crisp sound, the two sides quickly fight.

The broken fan is flying and the bone knife is sharp. For a time, the strength of the two is equal.

"It's interesting that I can keep up with my strength. Huaxia children have some skills. What about that?"

Niutou huokui finished speaking, the whole person would quickly spin up, like a whirlwind again toward the young man gallop away.

The young man had to speed up the fan swing, and fight and retreat. Every time the fan collided with the whirlwind, it was like hitting a bone knife, making a loud clang sound.

At this time.

When you see the whirlwind, you can only see the whirlwind, and then you can see it.

"Stab, stab."

One time.

The air flow was like a sharp blade. The paper fan in the young man's hand began to be damaged after several waves, and soon only a bare pillar was left.

"It's not good for you to destroy one of my favorite fans."

The young man's tongue twitched, as if he were a little upset.

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