Guardian Chapter 85: Silver Corpse Beats Gambler

Chen Feng rushed into the main building, grabbed the ordinary guy in the gambling house, and asked: "Where are the people? Where are the people from the soul ambassador?"

The ordinary guy was frightened by the monsters and grievances. Without Chen Fengshi's means, he pointed out the place where the Soul Surgeon was being held.

Chen Feng slammed people down the ground and swiftly tried to save them.

There were two trembling in front of the prisoner’s room, not knowing whether they were running or not running or not.

Chen Feng punched one, and slammed two punches like a chicken, knocking people out.

Now it's okay, the gambling house thugs don't know that they are scared anymore, their body is not shaking anymore, and they sleep soundly.

Kicked open the door and imprisoned half of the room with the restrained spirit ambassador.

Chen Feng suppressed the doubts about how the soul-suppressant would plant in the hands of the gambling house thugs, and untied everyone's noose, except that Cao Guangxiao was not seen.

"Where is Uncle Cao?"

"Master Tomb, in order to save my life, was taken by Nandouke's soul master to gamble on my life."

"Called a Soul Master? Nan Dou Ke?" Chen Feng was shocked again, and said to his heart, Nan Dou Ke and Bei Dou Ke were not his own family members? What about setting up such a closely related yamen?

Thinking in my heart, the people didn't stop, and ran directly in the direction of the gambling room.

A group of thugs in the gambling house rushed out of the way. Chen Feng was about to start the murder. The killing shouts screamed from behind, and the free spirit calmer rushed over.

Although the two sides are not on the same level.

But at this moment in time, no one really can eat anyone.

Chen Feng was not here to waste time, turned around and hit the wall violently, slamming his side to open a new path.

Only about to break through a few rooms, I saw Cao Guangxiao fighting with two gambling house buddies who were not very well-coordinated.

Looking at the subtle haze exuding from that guy, Chen Fengmenqing said that the familiar smell on the soul master.

Cao Guangxiao's single-handed soul-killing finger makes him look like a Six-Medition Excalibur, with a coquettish position, and two seven kills called soul masters.

One of the seven kills, Xu was possessed of a dead body, his body was slightly stiff, and he was yelled by Cao Guangxiao's instructions.

The other seven killers, although possessing a fresh corpse, the methods of the underworld are also greatly discounted. He just forced enough to shout out "Nan Dou Li Soul, Reincarnation Flower Thanks."

I was hit in the forehead by a black weight.

There was a muffled sound, the head of the "singing" seven kills blossomed, and the **** red and white stuff splashed all over the place.

The bells and whistles, the exquisite labor-management scale specializes in Xiu'er...Chen Feng complained in his heart, carrying the heavy weight that can turn the black rock into a mountain scale and smashed it on this babbled seven bead head like a slab.

Light as a feather, heavy as a mountain, a person is inherently dead, and even the incarnation of the son and the empress can't stand it, let alone the seven kills in this area called the soul master.

However, Chen Feng is not mindless. As one of his biggest trump cards, Linglong scales cannot be easily revealed in front of people, not to mention turning the black rocks out, smashing a heavy weight like a mountain as a weight. , Which not only conforms to the image of a soul master, but also does not give people a sudden feeling.

As soon as the weighing mound rang, the soul of the seven killers was on the Yin and Yang book.

However, Chen Feng wouldn't have time to see the rewards now. He lifted the palm of his hand, weighed in his hand, and looked at the back of the head of another seven killer.

"Don't come here." The seven kills were forced to the corner by Cao Guangxiao, and he saw Chen Feng weighing a man, and his companion's soul was strange and lost, scaring his soul from the dead body.

"Don't let him run away, this is Nandouke's seven-kill soul master." Cao Guangxiao touched his waist pocket, and realized that the waist pocket containing the soul nail was taken away.

"Understood." Chen Feng yelled, holding the weighing mound, and superimposing the killing and cutting technique to attack the sky, and the man and the weighing mound rammed into the arms of the seven killers.

Boom, boom, boom... the wall panel collapsed, the body fell apart, the soul dissipated, the yin and yang ringing, and the blink of an eye.

Cao Guangxiao blinked, staring at Chen Feng in amazement, "I asked you to catch alive."

"You only said don't let him run, you didn't say you should die or live." Chen Feng looked innocent, and scratched his head and muttered: "What is this, so weak, how could you fall into their hands? Inside."

Hearing this, Cao Guangxiao was so angry that he couldn't fight, and a chill came out of poker's cold face.

"We wouldn't be in an ambush if it hadn't been for the third son of Quan to use Wangye's waist card to confuse me."

"An Wang, which An Wang?"

"Which King An in the Dashun Dynasty?"

Suddenly, Chen Feng, when he was eating melons in the Yin-Yang Booklet, he did see this filial third prince who tried Ji Ji as his father. Later, the younger sister of the Yang family saw that Huang Laocai used the middleman gambling shop owner, that is Third Master Quan, I sold my sister to the nobleman, that is, Wang An. She eventually died in his house. I should have thought that he must have a share in the business of the casino. These three things are connected, Chen Feng Silently reserved a good place for him in the book of Yin and Yang in his heart.

"It shouldn't be too late, the soul of resentment turns evil, no matter how soulful it is, it will be too late." As soon as Cao Guangxiao finished saying this, a rotten eyeball full of blood blisters stared down from the open roof.

"Why is there a difference?"

The voice of gambling ghosts and substance questioning came, and there was a cold laughter.

There was a loud bang.

Cao Guangxiao and Chen Feng were shocked by the aftermath of the collapse of their rotten thighs and hurriedly jumped out of the main building.

"This is not a ghost, it's not in my control, I'll go to the soul." Cao Guangxiao looked serious and spoke righteously. Before Chen Feng could reply, he turned and ran in the direction of resentment.

Hey hey hey, what is your throat squirming, you hate it, don't I hate it... Chen Feng is incessantly vomiting in his heart, Si Ming's face is blue and want to vomit on this cold face, but he is still stern The face is pretending to be serious.

The gambling ghost monster stepped on the main building, dangling the corrupt parts and stuff, and stepped down towards Chen Feng.

"Grass, are you still enthusiastic." Chen Feng lay on his side and rolled over, avoiding the gambling ghost monster, shaking his weight, and tried several times, but he didn't get out.

He also disgusted.

Chen Feng stretched out his hand, and a silver corpse kneeling in front of him fell out of the void.

"Da Mao, I found you a hand-practice thing, come on." Chen Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the silver corpse with signs of stiffening, with **** teeth and cracked mouth, a low growl from his throat, turning his arms down, one leg Push the ground and sway from side to side.

Chen Feng, "..."

Come on, what are you shaking? You are a silver corpse with no spiritual sense and disgusting?

"Let's go." Chen Feng, the bad corpse refiner, kicked Da Mao's ass, Da Mao, like an arrow from the string, ejected into the gambler monster's arms... ankle.

Gambling ghost monsters are three feet tall, and Da Mao is only five and a half feet tall, which is not on the same level.

But in terms of fierceness, the big silver corpse body has iron wires buried in the joints, and there are colored glaze finishing touches. The level of violence is not too much.

Da Mao's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty rays, the blue veins turned black, and various negative emotions of violence, killing, and mania appeared at the same time.

He fisted to the flesh, and violently confronted the ghost gambler.

There is no bells and whistles between the two, it is a contest of strength and strength.

How can there be so many temptations to come and go?

Placing a silver corpse with no spiritual sense and a monster with disordered spiritual sense, it manifested a single sentence, a force of ten will be reduced.

Either I killed you today, or I was killed by you.

Boom boom boom boom... Fists to the flesh, fists to blood.

The two big guys took apart the gambling house.

Big Hairy Bloodfang soars, tearing and biting.

Looking at Da Mao swallowing the flesh and blood of the monster, he hummed contentedly.

Chen Feng said that he was a little autistic.