There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 931: Crazier than a three-eye person
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Fang Zheng is not at all shocked by the strength of the Sanmuren.
He also said in a strong cold voice: "Then what the **** are you?"
"Wet garbage or dry garbage?!"
Fang Zheng's answer was that the ground collapsed. The Ghost General Pu Dao, one of the three-eyed men's weapons, fell from the sky and landed on Fang Zheng's side.
Appeared momentarily.
A quick shot.
The knife is clean and sharp, and the speed is too fast to see the shadow of the knife. Even the air is torn apart by the sharp blade, and the sharp screaming wind is blown. The huge body of four or five meters high, holding a simple knife, swept across the square head.
This is the direct opponent who hit the dead hand.
Clang!
The two swords fought against each other, making a loud noise.
Like a wild lake exploding, there are terrorist shock waves swaying all around, flying sand and rocks, and the ground is plowed to one floor.
In this shock wave, there was also a burst of scorching fire waves.
It was the flame explosion on the ghost sword.
The energy emitted is already so terrifying.
Unimaginable.
How terrifying is the power on the blade.
This is the late game of the Night Tour Operator!
The sword moves of the ghost general followed one after another. His four-to-five-meter-high giant body was like a siege beast, with a heavy simple sword on his arm, which revolved and chopped down one by one.
Dozens of dollars a second.
The whirl of the storm slashed down.
Fang Zheng's figure is as thin as a worm shaking a tree in front of him.
"Too light, too light, too light, too light."
"Are you capable of this?"
Nevertheless, a calm voice sounded gently in the flying sand and rocks in the sky rolled up by the knife wind.
Not even panting at all.
It's the voice of Founder!
Fang Zheng easily accepted the storm-like attack from the Ghost General Pu Dao.
In the distance, other people are shocked, how powerful is this person in front of you?
They are naturally aware of the strength of the ghost generals. If they are replaced, they may have been chopped into meat sauce in the first place.
"Get in the way!"
"Get out of here!"
Check the enemy with true spirit!
Fire Duluo Sword Technique!
Fang Zheng's breath rose sharply, and the blade was blazing and burning. It was the pure yang zhenqi and masculine blood qi in his body, pouring out together, at the same time pouring into the ghost head knife in his hand.
Tear!
Boom!
The special green spirit from the ghost general +1.
From the fragments of the body that the ghost will be smashed and exploded by the ghost head knife, the human skin scripture **** and captures a special spirit.
The whole space is silent, everyone's mouth is open, and their hearts are numb looking at the ghost body that was split and exploded.
A face-to-face!
Successfully kills in one face!
An unbelievable line of sight, looking at the mysterious young man who completely blasted the ghost commander with one shot.
This is not a heavyweight opponent at all!
Is this guy a human? ! !
They all have a lively ghost expression, and Fang Zheng has become a fierce ghost a hundred times more brutal than a ghost general in their eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the faces of all the people who had been forced into desperation showed joy.
They were saved this time.
But just then.
There was another surprise in the field.
There are five phantoms that can't see what is true or false. I don't know when they approached Fangzheng. It is the luck of the five ghosts. The five plague gods stared at the sharp ghost knife in Fang Zheng's hand that could smash ghost generals.
"Despicable!"
"Shameless!"
The people who originally thought they would be saved were angry.
The only people who can carry the five ghosts are the three-eyed people who carry the incense of the five ghosts.
The three-eyed man, half of his face covered by a ghost king mask, stood indifferently. He is not a pedantic person, and he is not moved at all.
From top to bottom, he has that invincible aura all over his body.
The real strong.
Never put the ant's anger in his eyes.
Just like an elephant never looks down at the ants under his feet.
At this time, other people wanted to remind Founder that it was too late.
The five ghosts are already close.
They couldn't help but think of the scene that just happened before. When the ancient painting of the mountain **** was carried away by the five ghosts, none of them who were present reacted.
Just when everyone thought that the ghost knife in Fang Zheng's hand was missing, Fang Zheng shouted: "Do you think you have five ghosts to carry incense!"
Fang Zheng has long been wary of the ghost incense in the hands of the Sanmuren.
On the way he came, he had heard Gao Shu's painting mention the words "five ghosts carrying incense". As soon as he entered this space, he noticed the ghost incense in the hands of Sanmuren the first time.
He came prepared!
Everyone's voice just fell, bang!
One of the five ghosts of Fortune actually lifted a rock and hit him in the foot. Why should I move a rock without stealing a knife? He also gave them a vivid lesson of an idiom, "lifting a rock and hitting oneself in the foot".
Everyone was stunned by this unexpected scene.
"What's the matter?"
"Huh?" From appearing to the present, the three-eyed man's face was always indifferent and arrogant, and finally changed for the first time.
"It's kind of a doorway."
The third eye of the third eye of the trinocular person's eyebrows erected, twisting evilly, blinking, and saw Fangzheng standing on the ground in the gap of the knife box, inserting a flaming incense with smoke and firework.
It's fortune incense.
"I heard that a person appeared in the Gao family with a fake fortune incense, but anyone who is disrespectful will be countered by the fake fortune incense?"
"It seems that the person who held the fake fortune incense and killed the Wu family is you."
Crack! Click!
The joints and bones of the three-eye man began to make a crisp sound of muscles and bones. Wearing a half of the ghost king mask, he smiled at Fang Zheng's cold and emotionless indifference.
"This is finally getting a bit interesting."
"The entire Gao family finally appeared a little toy worthy of death in my hands. Wouldn't it be too boring if you killed you directly."
"But you still can't do it. You deserve to be compared with me? It's far worse!"
Finally, the Sanmuren will do it himself.
Others in the rear heard the words of the three-eyed man, and their hearts throbbed, and they were very disturbed. They suddenly realized that they and the others were actually a little afraid to see the three-eyed man make a move.
Afraid of the third eye.
Because, from the very beginning, the invisible oppression that the Sanmu people brought to them was too great, and they had lost all the courage to resist the Sanmu people.
"Go."
"Prove it to me, "The Seventy-two Fragrant Fragrance of the Devil" will not be worse than a fake fortune incense."
The three-headed man has moved his muscles and bones, and throws away the incense stick in his hand.
He was talking to the Five Ghosts of Fortune.
Boom!
The two incense sticks collided in the air, as if a thunderbolt blasted in place. There were two majestic smoke in the void, like living creatures that came alive, fighting each other in the air, not giving way to each other.
Fortune incense and five ghosts carry incense, and temporarily restrain each other, and temporarily have no time to take care of Fangzheng and Sanmuren.
Fang Zheng responded without fear, "It's very interesting. When I kill you, I will trample you under your feet, and use the soles of my shoes to leave big footprints on your face, crushing your arrogance little by little! Dumb girls, little boys, innocent conjoined men, dancing girls...all the deadly dead who are made into a ghost weapon by you, they can get their grievances! Jiuquan is stunned!"
In the distance, the senior officials and guests of the Gao family all heard the scalp numb.
Sanmuren is already crazy.
This one is more mad.
Compared to the trinocular people who gave them a sense of oppression, there was nothing worse than that.
The blood sacrifice!
Great Dragon Elephant!
"Kill!"
Fang Zheng's momentum is rising steadily, and he can't help but want to kill Sanmuren on the spot.
Stride out with a ghost knife!