puff!

It seemed like a knife was stabbed in the heart.

Because you are the weakest...

This sentence is really heartbreaking...

Sure enough, in front of the strong, there is no reason for the weak.

The middle-aged scholar who was heartbroken was silent.

Because he could not find any rebuttal.

"Besides, I can't remove the coffin of the White Tiger King, so I can only remove yours. This is called knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger!"

"Since I refuse to let me carry the coffin away, I will smash the door! Beat my mother's family!"

puff!

The middle-aged scribe was heartbroken again.

He felt that he was completely suffering from unrestrained disasters.

Even if you lie down, you will be shot.

The middle-aged scholar who became more and more frustrated the more he thought about it, suppressed his anger and roared: "What are you waiting for? Are you afraid that the underworld will come back to take revenge again? This kid has come to the door today! Are you still worried about gains and losses!"

"Zhenshan King, you are the king of the seventy-two Gate of Hell! Save me!"

The middle-aged scholar who roared angryly suddenly turned into a pale face with red cheeks, and the paper-like appearance of an ancient scholar!

This is the strongest state of the gravekeeper!

But before the scholar could be beaten to pieces by the paper, he hid back into the darkness again...the vortex of true energy!

A force of absorbing the sucking.

A sudden pull.

The scholar's paper-killer had just broken free from the sucking force of the vortex of the true qi, and he was delayed for a moment. Fang Zheng, who was holding the cold light in his mouth, had already arrived.

"madness!"

"I thought I would give you another chance this time?"

The scribe who had become a stick looked like a paper-like man. Looking at Fang Zheng who was close to him, a flash of fear flashed through his eyes, as if he was not a ghost, Fang Zheng was the most terrifying ghost!

The scribe with no arms looked like a paper-like man. He kicked his feet on the spot, turned into sharp paper, kicked towards Fang Zheng's chest, and planned to escape with the help of the countershock.

"I care whether you are a tomb guard or not, let me lie down!"

Fang Zheng held the tiger's claws in his left hand, and pressed hard towards the direction of paper-killing people.

The whirlpool of true energy pierced the human body with paper and smashed hard to the ground.

Bang!

The scribe looked like a paper-like man and was in a mess.

Puff! Puff!

The paper-breaking man's legs were also removed by the ghost-headed knife.

However, he was just a paper-made person and did not feel any pain. He looked at Fang Zheng with resentment.

There is still a hint of horror hidden in the resentment.

"You can't kill me! We tomb guards from generation to generation cannot leave the seventy-two gates of hell! It's also because we tomb guards must keep the biggest secrets in the seventy-two gates of hell!"

"If you kill me, no one will protect the tomb of the mountain gods in the aftermath of death here. By then, even the underworld will not be able to protect you!"

The paper-making threat of Fang Zheng is half true and half false.

"Don't worry, you've died, there are three gravekeepers left here. You are just the weakest one that is dispensable here." Fang Zheng was not intimidated by paper-breaking people on the ground.

The scribe looks like a paper-like person who is so frustrated that he is almost vomiting blood and dies.

He is a late night tour envoy at least.

It also requires face.

It’s not that I’m too weak! It’s that you kid is too perverted! After three months of not seeing each other, you have grown into the late stage of night tours, and you are not even as fast as you can even take the Rockets!

Do you need to humiliate me if you are too weak?

Frustrated! Shame! Shame and anger!

As soon as the sword light moved, he was about to take action, so he recruited!

A terrifying cold air came from behind with a fierce pressure.

This breath came from the direction of one of the two darkest coffins in the pile of corpse caves.

But it was not from the White Tiger King's coffin.

A paper-made ghost hand.

It transforms into more than ten meters long.

Across the darkness.

Instantly pierce the darkness.

Grab the right direction.

The paper-piercing ghost hand was green and bright.

With ancient meaning.

It seems to be tempered by time.

The breath is ancient and simplistic.

Such a powerful aura! Fang Zheng has only felt it in one person!

That is the strange corpse Dharma King who traveled to Siam!

Feeling the threat, Fang Zheng's face finally changed slightly!

He no longer cares about the paper-breaking people at his feet. Facing the ghost claws he had caught for more than ten meters long, he burst out with his maximum combat power without thinking!

Qi and blood sacrifice!

The Great Dragon Elephant!

Dragon and tiger double-shaped golden bell cover! Hardened!

Then, there was no exaggerated sword move, only a simple sword that could be used to cut Huashan with all its strength!

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The ghost howled on the ghost-headed sword, rolled up a dark storm, and one hundred and nine headless ghosts appeared on the blade, and then temporarily hid in Fangzheng's right arm holding the knife.

The muscles of the right arm swelled in circles, and the ferocious veins and blood vessels that were as ferocious as dragons burst out!

The right arm bursts out with stronger power!

The sword moves that were already powerful and powerful were immediately faster! They were even more powerful! The blade was sharper!

boom!

Because the blade tear the air so quickly, even the air was blown out and it was soaring!

The wind is howling around!

The sharp blade is like countless silk threads to cut the surrounding air!

finally!

The two broke out in the strongest head-on collision!

Boom!

The corpse cave was like a thunderbolt, and a big explosion occurred.

This is the strongest collision made by a day trip.

The huge corpse mountain that has not changed for thousands of years cannot withstand the collision of these two forces, which directly triggered a large-scale avalanche.

The most unlucky thing is the scribe on the ground who looks like a paper-like person.

He was directly pushed out by the aftermath of the battle and finally hit the mountain wall heavily, breaking out a big hole, deeply embedded in the hard mountain wall.

But at this moment, he did not care about his injuries at all, but was shocked and stormy waves rose deep in his heart. He looked at the huge battle momentum in front of him in shock.

Because as the dust dissipated, he saw Fang Zheng standing in place without any damage, covering Fang Zheng's entire body with a golden bell, blocking all the dust and impact aftermath for him.

he!

He actually caught that move!

The King of Zhenshan has always been the strongest king in the seventy-two gates of hell!

In ancient times!
To be continued...