"You have lost all your internal strength and self-protection is a problem. How can you deal with them? I'd better stay!" The man in white robe was thinking in his mind how to calm down the incident that offended him just now, so as to save himself from having to suffer later.
The Blackwood Cliff that he worked so hard to build has been leveled. How can he be willing to leave? Although he was a little confused and asked Tian Yu what he just said in shock about the Soul-Chasing Evil Corpse, the four people gave him the impression that they were only at the master level, so they did not
Don't care.
"I really don't have a winning rate. You should be careful and don't believe what you see in front of you and be careless." He nodded and asked Wen Tianyu to remind him.
"Haha, don't waste time anymore. Have you finished explaining your last words? Let's do it." Seemingly impatient, the man in black robe said with a sinister smile.
But at this time, the four soul-chasing evil corpses roared in unison, their ferocious faces were extremely terrifying, and they rushed towards Wentian Yu at the same time.
"Whizzing!"
Several embroidery needles shot out from the hands of the white-robed man and shot towards the four phantoms rushing towards Wentian Yu.
"Bang! Bang!"
When the embroidery needle hit the four phantoms, there were several sounds of metal colliding. It did not have any impact on the four phantoms, but their bodies slowed down a lot. This time was just enough for Wen Tianyu to have any effect.
A breather.
Wen Tianyu, who had no internal strength at all, threw out a punch at this time. The sound of the punch piercing the air and the strength was as strong as a thousand pieces of gold. He hit the figure in front of him hard, and the phantom in front of him was punched.
Flying, he happened to collide with the three phantoms behind him.
His punch did not cause any damage to the four of them. After the four phantoms stood firm, they suddenly dispersed, and two of them attacked the man in white robe.
"How... is it possible that a person who has been possessed by Tianxiang can still exert such strength?" The man in black robes standing aside to watch the battle had a trace of shock in his eyes. He didn't understand why Wentian Yu was poisoned and his martial arts were exhausted.
Even though he was defeated, he could still fight against four dead soldiers that he was afraid of.
"You are very strong now, why is that? Did you hide your strength before?" The man in white robe who was fighting against the dead soldiers said in disbelief when he saw Tian Yu knocking off four dead soldiers with one punch.
"Haha! Do you really think I only have this little strength? What does Ququ Poison count for? It allows me to use all my strength, and it can be regarded as a respect for you." The corner of his mouth curled up, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, asking Tian Yu Lan
arrogant way.
Why is this happening? Did the prince lie to me? This is impossible. Several thoughts flashed through his mind. The man in black robe remembered that the information about Wentian Yu that the prince gave him was different from what he saw.
There was a blur in front of his eyes, and the two dead soldiers instantly flashed in front of Wentian Yu, punched out four times, and moved their bodies to the side at an extremely fast speed, dodging two of the punches, and then punched out with another one.
The fists of the dead soldiers faced each other, but these dead soldiers were not living people. They had no thoughts and only knew how to attack and did not know how to defend at all.
On the side of the man in white robe, he saw that the man in white robe was being attacked by two dead soldiers and was at a disadvantage. He was struggling to fight against the dead soldiers. He was secretly surprised in his heart. What on earth was this? He didn't know the pain at all. He was completely beaten.
They are immortal, and if you want to attack them, you have to use the method of being beaten.
At this time, Wentian Yu was not as relaxed as before. After more than two hundred moves with the two dead soldiers, he did not want to fight anymore. This kind of fighting would not end even if it lasted for ten or eight days. They
It’s a style of play that is not afraid of death at all.