Da Bong fights more people

"Third-rank warriors can be reborn with severed limbs. They are extremely difficult to kill, and they have cultivated to the highest level. They are said to be immortal. The poor monk was lucky enough to reach this level."

Xu Qi'an's heart moved, and he heard Monk Shenshu say: "Before you die, I will snatch your last ray of vitality and keep it. I will use your body to warm and nourish the crippled body, and I can also give you feedback. The poor monk will give you a drop of blood essence." , you refine it, and you can bring the dead back to life."

Is that ray of life the current me...so I appear here?Xu Qi'an asked: "Thank you, master, when will I wake up?"

"This is a long process." Monk Shenshu said.

Fortunately, there is no cremation in this world, otherwise my uncle and aunt would be in vain... No wonder Master Shenshu didn't take action to save me. It turns out that this is what it means to live to death... You said it earlier, I was You can shout a few more slogans and pretend to be sober... After confirming that he can be resurrected, Xu Qi'an brightened up and complained happily.

.........

out of town!

The vulgar warrior rushed towards him, and the dream witch was suffocated, as if he was facing the slope of the mountain and the tsunami.

At this moment, confusion and regret are useless emotions, and killing the enemy is his only way out.

Meng Wu squeezed his hands together and muttered something, his body burst into a dazzling blood, and his aura rose steadily.

Blood Spirit Art, at the cost of burning essence and blood, temporarily increases combat power.

Jiang Lvzhong's Wushuang fist has arrived.

The dream witch attacked with fists.

When the two fists collided, there was no sound at the first moment, but after a few seconds, the rumbling sound was like a Jiao Lei explosion.

The ground under the two of them sank at the same time, and the dust instantly rose up, covering a radius of several hundred meters.

Yang Qianhuan was not in a hurry to dodge, he stomped his foot on the ground hastily, and formation patterns lit up, turning into barriers, but they shattered one after another in the next moment.

Bi Wang felt that someone had hit the back of the head with a sap, and his back was hit hard by a carriage. He almost cried out in pain, but held back because he didn't meet his status.

bang bang...

Two more punches followed, the blood on Meng Wu's body surface burst and the black smoke exploded above his head, he flew out like a cannonball.

Jiang Lvzhong's reason has been overwhelmed by anger, but now he is incomparably in line with the state of mind of a warrior, fighting against heaven and earth, fearless.

Suddenly, Jiang Luzhong's brain seemed to be pierced by a steel nail, and his heart seemed to be cut in half by a knife blade. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sudden change made him unable to continue chasing.

Curse killing technique!

At that moment just now, the Dream Witch stole a corner of his clothes, and used the close-fitting thing to activate the killing spell.

If it was a low-grade warrior, he would have died on the spot at this time.

In the battle between high-grade powerhouses, this kind of interference can almost win the victory, and the chance of victory is in an instant, but the dream witch resolutely gave up this opportunity because the opponent is a warrior.

Bronze iron bone.

The major systems hate warriors very much, thinking that they are rough, except for the monotonous methods of warriors, they can only use violence.There is another reason: Wu Fu is very difficult to kill.

They can make mistakes ten times, twenty times or even more. You can't kill them, you can only grind them slowly.

And if you make a mistake once, they'll blow your brains out.

Maybe even lift your hood, take a look at your brain, and walk away disappointed.

Bah, vulgar warrior.

After the killing spell took effect, the dream witch quickly retreated and fled into the distance.

"Bang!" He then hit the invisible wall.

"Yang Qianhuan!!" The dream witch roared angrily.

"Among the formations I'm proficient in, six of them are techniques for trapping the enemy. Hurry up and break the formation, there are still five formations waiting." Yang Qianhuan appeared not far away, with his back facing the Dream Witch.

In this situation, just looking at the back view, anyone would sigh with emotion: a master outside the world!

Mengwu has no chance to break the formation, he is not a warrior, and the fault tolerance rate is too low.Jiang Lvzhong killed, and the fighting spirit collapsed in the three punches just now. At this time, Meng Wu is no longer a "warrior".

As we all know, when it comes to melee combat, the major systems are younger brothers in front of warriors.

"puff!"

Jiang Lvzhong punched Meng Wu in the face, his head exploded, red and white, and shattered bones shot out everywhere.

The headless corpse froze for a moment, then slowly withered.

"Asshole, asshole..."

An illusory figure appeared in the air, overlooking Jiang Lvzhong and Yang Qianhuan, with distorted faces.

That is the primordial spirit of the dream witch. After the death of a high-grade powerhouse, the primordial spirit can stay for a few days, not to mention that in the realm of the primordial spirit, wizards are second only to Taoists.

"What should I do with this guy?" Yang Qianhuan asked. ,

Jiang Luzhong shook his head: "I have nothing to do with Yuanshen. I can't kill him. I can't trap him."

If it is a physical body, it can be killed with a punch, but the soul is special and immune to fist attacks.The oscillating air mechanism can indeed cause damage to the primordial spirit, but the effect is limited. At this time, if the dream witch's primordial spirit wants to escape, Jiang Lvzhong has nothing to do.

Yang Qianhuan said proudly: "I can trap him! There is a girl in the city who belongs to Tianzong, and she has a way to refine this ghost."

After finishing speaking, he said leisurely: "Hold the moon and pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world..."

boom!

The power of the primordial spirit surged wantonly, and the dream witch blew himself up.

Jiang Luzhong turned his head slowly, stared at the warlock in white, and said word by word: "He destroyed himself."

"...I'm so impatient." Yang Qianhuan said depressedly.

"Isn't the point of the question not that you waste too much time by talking too much nonsense?"

"Farewell!"

"Yang Qianhuan..." Jiang Luzhong yelled, but the white-clothed warlock had disappeared, and he didn't say the last half of the sentence.

Xu Qi'an died.

........

In the middle of the night, the inn was filled with a sad atmosphere. The bright candlelight dispelled the darkness, but could not penetrate the haze in people's hearts.

It is now three quarters, and the seriously injured Tonggongs stay at the station.The governor is not here, and neither is Yang Chuannan, because he was released.