Grave Robbery starts with the three-legged Golden Crow bloodline

There was no extra movement, not even the slightest fluctuation in the little brother's eyes.

Still looking coldly at the figure standing up from the coffin.

The upper body of the figure was wearing a chain mail made of gold armor pieces connected in series, and the chain mail was lined with a brocade robe that was tight at the top and loose at the bottom.

He was a burly figure about two meters high, and through the gaps in the armor, he could see the already solid skin with long, thin black hairs on it.

It was a big black-haired rice dumpling, with black air coming out of its mouth and nose that could not be closed anymore, and it was holding a mountain axe in its hand.

Zongzi's burly figure suddenly jumped up high, and the force under his feet seemed to smash the coffin, and with the momentum of thunder, he smashed Huashan towards the little brother's head with one stroke.

The little brother calmly looked at the big black-haired rice dumpling that was already on top of his head, his feet were stepping on the ground as steady as Mount Tai, and the black gold in his hand struck out the moment the rice dumpling fell, hitting the weakest part of the rice dumpling's hand with a knife.

The huge force deflected the mountain ax that was slashed down at the head, and the rice dumpling had no time to stop the force, and the ax actually split the ground with cracks like spider webs.

Before Zongzi had time to slow down, the little brother Hei Jin had already chopped down the top of Zongzi's head.

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The black gold ancient knife split open the bronze helmet that Zongzi was wearing, but when it hit the top of Zongzi's head, there was the sound of gold and spear clashing.

The helmet that was split in two fell to the ground with a strand of long hair, and only a white mark was left on the top of Zongzi's head.

It can be seen that the physical strength of the black-haired rice dumpling is terrifying!
But Zongzi was enraged by the knife that the younger brother slashed at the head, and he swung the ax in his hand again and again, dancing vigorously for a while.

In the bottle-shaped room, there were also constant sounds of metal collisions. If someone observed carefully at this time, they would find that Qi Ling's ancient black gold knife was chopping at the same point on the mountain axe every time.

After a few more rounds, Qi Ling seized the opportunity and split the fragile mountain ax in Zongzi's hand into two halves.

And taking advantage of the moment Zongzi's weapon was damaged, he held a knife in his left hand and pointed like a sword with his right hand, and stabbed Zongzi's weak throat.

But because Zongzi should have been a general before his death, Zongzi directly discarded the weapon in his hand, and raised his left arm to block the little brother's stabbing finger.

At the same time, the right hand turned into a claw, and grabbed the little brother's chest. The sharp black nails were shining with luster, obviously possessing a strong corpse poison.

Although the spirit is invulnerable to all poisons, the feeling of being caught must be uncomfortable. In a hurry, the little brother quickly retracted the finger that had been stabbed.

While waving the knife to resist, he took advantage of the situation and retreated. However, the black-haired rice dumpling without the mountain ax appeared to be even more powerful, and the attack was fast and ruthless.

The afterimage of the sharp claw flashed several times in a row, and the little brother also retreated to the edge of the room while blocking and retreating.

The power under his feet exploded, and he pulled a short distance away from the zongzi. The little brother kicked two feet on the wall one after another, and then completed the position change with the zongzi in a backflip in the air. Zongzi kicked hard on the back.

If it wasn't for the lack of strength, the little brother really wanted to kick the black hairy rice dumpling to the wall and couldn't pick it off.

Because at this time, the black top that the little brother was wearing had been torn to pieces by the claws of the rice dumpling, hanging on his body like rags.

But there is no way, through the battle just now, neither the younger brother nor the zongzi took any advantage, and the zongzi's physical body is far more resistant to beating than the younger brother.

There are white marks cut out by the younger brother all over the arms, and it is obvious that the defense has not been broken.

Amid the roar of Zongzi, the little brother swung the knife to pull the flowers, and the fingers of his left hand slashed straight across the blade. Immediately, a trace of blood flowed along the black gold blade, and there was a faint red glow in it.

Once again wielding a knife and fighting with the zongzi, it has to be said that Heijin, blessed with the blood of the unicorn, was already chopping the black hairy zongzi with a knife to the flesh.

After a while, dense wounds were drawn on the two arms of the zongzi, but the injured zongzi became even more angry.

The rotten mouth roared again and again, and black air began to emerge from the whole body, and the eyes that had some white eyes also became pitch black at this time.

The most intuitive feeling is that the speed and strength of the zongzi have increased significantly. The little brother was accidentally hit by the crazy big zongzi and flew backwards, and did not stop until his body hit the wall.

The little brother leaned on the ground with a black gold ancient knife, and bowed to look at the zongzi roaring up to the sky, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

The right hand without the knife was placed directly on the tattered clothes on his chest, and then he pulled it lightly, and the black top fell to the side as if he had completed his mission of sealing something.

The white but firm skin of the upper body of the younger brother is exposed, without exaggerated muscle mass, but it can reflect the terrifying power hidden under the skin.

However, something familiar was forming on the little brother's fair skin. A tattoo in the shape of an auspicious animal started from his back and stretched to his left chest.

It was a unicorn tattoo, and it was moving with the little brother's breathing, as if it was alive.

However, the little brother's hands kept moving, a pair of bloody fingers precisely tapped on his chest, and tapped twice.

The position where the finger pointed was exactly the position of the unicorn's eyes, and the red blood seemed to have become the unicorn's eyes. In the next second, a terrifying aura broke out from the little brother's body, and pressed straight towards the arrogant black-haired rice dumpling. go.

"Did this Qilin open his eyes? What happened to Qilin?"

Luo Chen, who was walking in the darkness on the other side, seemed to feel this terrifying aura, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

In the bottle room, the roaring zongzi felt the oppression of the Qilin's aura, and finally showed a panicked look, without the previous arrogance at all.

If the little brother is willing to give him a chance, then this zongzi will obediently run back into the coffin by himself, and will not come out even if he is killed.

But there is no if in this world.

The little brother had already moved the moment his aura reached its peak, the speed was so fast that only an afterimage remained in the air, even if the black-haired rice dumpling was not careless, it couldn't be dodged.

The kick full of violent aesthetics directly kicked Zongzi's jaw, and lifted Zongzi's burly two-meter-high body into the air.

Then the little brother flicked the black gold in his hand and shot straight at the rice dumpling in the air. Before the rice dumpling reached the commanding height, the black gold had already penetrated the rice dumpling's chest.

But the little brother didn't stop, exerting force under his feet, a big hole was stepped on the floor, his figure instantly rose, and he came first to the sky above the zongzi.

Adjusting his figure in the air, his two knees directly touched Zongzi's shoulders, but the little brother locked Zongzi's head with his hands.