Vol 2 Chapter 500: Play a big sword in front of the square

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Chapter 500
The tendons were cut, and the corpse king's right hand was long and unstable.
Fire degree swordsmanship!
call! call!
The wind of the sword screamed like the shadow of Wan Chongshan, and it was covered by the meteorites of Ten Thousand Heavens. When it was cut to the ninety-eighth sword, bang!
The long knife in the left hand of the corpse king finally could not bear the same point of attack again and again, the blade was shattered, and countless cold light blades exploded at such a close distance, directly blowing the left hand tentacle hand into flesh and blood.
The corpse king was in pain.
The screaming sound at this moment was deafening, forming a sound wave visible to the naked eye, like a magic sound, and all the obstacles around it were torn apart.
He was difficult to accept, and would end up so embarrassed.
He was the eighth man who traveled a hundred years ago!
Nowadays, he was beaten by the fledgling Maotou to no avail.
It's really powerless.
Even if he practiced the sword in his mother's womb, he would have practiced the sword for at most two decades now, but he lost no strength to such a hairy kid who was initially looked down upon by him.
His arrogance made him unable to withstand the embarrassment and self-esteem trampled at this moment, like a mad roar.
The scream of the corpse king is like a magic sound, and it is really terrifying. With him as the center, the sound wave has exploded everywhere. It is conceivable how terrifying the strength of the corpse king is. Unless he has been hit hard one after another, this former Japanese traveler will make the eighth person absolutely impossible.
The corpse king roared wildly, and the Founder who was near was even more inevitable.
It was too late for him to retreat, and his eyes were hard to resist.
Longhu double-shaped golden bell jar!
Roar! Yin! A tiger and a dragon roar, a golden clock of ancient temples, with the recklessness of the ancient years and the sense of history, covering the Founder.
Boom! Boom!
The sound waves visible to the naked eye hit the golden bell jar, oscillating like the sound of a grand ancient bell in the ancient temple of the deep mountain.
The corpse king's right hand had his ribs cut off, and his left hand was also blown into blood and flesh by the blade.
To fight for wound healing.
He swears!
He will never play a big sword in front of the square!
because! he wants! Found the Founder alive!
However, the corpse king next discovered that Founder was unharmed.
However, it was not easy for Fangzheng to resist. The magic sound wave of the corpse king was full of unwillingness and anger, and the momentum was too loud.
Even if he had a golden bell to counteract the sonic attack, it was a bit difficult.
When the sound wave disappeared, he was a little exhausted and walked a little vainly. Although he resisted the sound wave, he continued to consume a lot of his physical strength.
But he looked indifferent.
His eyes are firm and firm.
Carrying a long knife, the mighty killing corpse king originally fell to the ground, however, when Fangzheng was killed, the corpse king disappeared again.
Not in place.
exhausted!
Still unwilling! And anger!
The corpse king felt unprecedented fatigue at this moment. He secretly looked at the black figure walking back and forth in the mist not far away through the wall of the ruins.
This young man.
Let him unprecedented embarrassment.
The right hand with the tendon cut off can still feel the hot burning and hot feeling at the wound. It was not simply a burning sensation of the flesh, but a burning sensation that reached the soul, which was a kind of soul injury.
The heavy killing on the Ghost Head Sword, as well as the fiery true energy, are burning his soul to prevent the wound from healing.
"Damn, if my lower body is not destroyed, why is it so embarrassing ..."
"And the insidious goat! If it were n’t for being attacked first ... how could my strength be so bad ..."
"If, his attainments of knife skills are not so high ..."
"If, the long swords of the two substitutes can be harder ..."
"If ... why ... why ..."
The corpse king looked at the black figure in the mist that was not far away. He was unwilling. He naturally knew where there were so many people in the world, but he was extremely unwilling.
Obviously he is the most fierce lion.
He almost died in the hands of the weaker calf.
"Corpse! Where are you ... didn't you mean to kill me ..."
"Come on, I will stand here, come and kill me, kill me, you can get Dragon Ball ..."
"Don't you say that today the two of us can only go out alive ... Isn't that the person who went out alive is you ... why, the corpse king becomes the king of the turtle, is it going to learn from the king to hold Chitose ..."
boom! boom!
Rumble!
A broken wall reached him, pieces of earth and stone were broken with a knife, and Fang was wandering back and forth in the ruins.
The black figure walked around in the fog, with a kind of hazy sense of vagueness, just like the evil spirits wandering, feeding on fear, and searching for fear and scared humans in the ruins.
"Actually ... I hate playing hide and seek most ..."
Founder's left palm smashed a broken marble column with only half left after it had broken.
As a result, there was nothing behind the stone pillar.
Find a space.
The corpse king is still hiding ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He is trying to suppress his breathing, lest Fangzheng will hear his breathing.
Wait!
As long as I recover, I will tear you apart this time!
The corpse hides behind the broken wall, reveals one eye, dare not to gasp and stare back and forth in the fog, looking for black and white figures from time to time.
Suddenly, there was a cracking sound above the head and flew at speed.
The corpse king just wanted to look at his eyes. The reason why he was hiding was that he had no idea of ​​killing with a knife, but it turned out ... Bang!
A corpse that fell from the sky was directly hit by Founder with a punch.
More and more corpses were attracted by the fighting momentum here, and all of them were hit by a punch.
Click! Click! Click!
Around, there are more spider-man corpses with their hands and feet bent in the opposite direction. They are attracted by the movement here and come round.
however!
The corpse king couldn't believe it, and found that the Founder was all one punch, and it was easily eliminated.
He thinks that the most difficult to deal with is the corpse in the ruins of the ruins, but he can't resist a punch, even he is not as good as ... wrong!
"If he is so strong, it is already a day trip to the realm ... the most difficult thing for these corpses and spiders is that after killing one or two, they will gather together in a big piece ..."
"He has no fear of these, and he should be stronger than me ..."
The corpse king looked around the misty world around him, revealing the color of thought in his eyes, as well as a sudden emergence.
Ghost covering eyes! !
For such a moment of distraction, the corpse king hiding behind the broken wall subconsciously looked in the direction of Founder.
As a result, the black figure in the mist disappeared somehow, and he lost Founder!
"where are you?!"
The bottom of the corpse's heart sank slightly, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, fearing that he would be found by Founder.
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