The country romantic little doctor king

The beauty in leather clothes slashed hard with her sword, creating a flaming sword that was ten feet long.

The flaming sword was as solid as a substance, and it looked as if the blade had enlarged and become longer. Wherever it passed, the earth was split. A crack in the earth that was half a foot wide and one meter deep started from the feet of the leather-clad beauty. , spreading rapidly in the direction of the evil tornado.

The edge of the crack in the earth was even burned to form a thin layer of colored glaze.

Compared with the huge evil spirit tornado as big as a house, this foot-long flame sword is extremely small, just like the candlelight to the bright moon, but as soon as the two touched, the evil spirit tornado was broken directly, and Like a hot knife cutting into butter, it makes a sizzling sound, invincible and unstoppable.

Not only did it break open, but the terrifying flames on the blade also crazily burned the dissipated Yin evil energy, like flames burning the sky, and finally purified the Yin evil energy.

The leather-clothed beauty gritted her teeth, her face showing a hint of victory-like joy, confident that her Fentian sword would be able to break this bullshit evil tornado.

But suddenly, her pupils shrank and she realized something was wrong.

At the end of the chop, when the evil spirit tornado was about to be completely broken, the sword suddenly stopped, as if it was blocked by something.

The leather-clad beauty clearly felt a resistance, a strong resistance.

Through the cracks opened by the red sword in the evil tornado, she actually saw two eyes, two big scarlet copper bell eyes, like two lighted blood lamps, exuding an extremely evil aura. Staring at her.

Under those eyes was a huge figure four to five meters tall, with a green face and fangs, wearing black armor that seemed to be made of dark iron, and carrying a huge scythe on his shoulders, as if he was the god of death.

The flaming sword struck by the Red Lian Dao was held by this tall figure with one hand, so it could no longer be struck in the end.

"Ghost King?" The leather-clad beauty's heart skipped a beat, and a sudden fear surged into her heart.

With just one look, she could sense the difference in their fighting power.

This is definitely a ghost king, she can be % sure!

The body of the ghost general is half empty and half solid, but the body of the ghost king has completely turned into substance. His tall body is like an ancient god and demon. The blood in his scarlet eyes is jumping. He has awakened part of his spiritual intelligence and possesses a trace of it. The human mind is daunting.

Click!

The next second, her blazing sword was crushed to pieces by the Ghost King, just like crushing a piece of glass. It was washed away by the waves of evil energy, and all the flames were extinguished.

Immediately afterwards, the Ghost King moved, making a hoarse and sonorous sound like two iron plates rubbing against each other in his mouth. He was accompanied by a terrifying evil spirit tornado, striding towards her. The sickle on his shoulder was raised with one hand, dancing in the sky, and was cruel to her. Cut it hard.

Chi Chi Chi!

This knife seemed to split the sky, spreading scarlet blood all the way, like a river of blood across the sky, accompanied by the cry of thousands of ghosts, as if a knife was swung out from hell, straight into the human world, making people's scalp tingle. numb.

"Seeking death! Even if you are the King of Ghosts, I will kill you too."

The beauty in leather clothes yelled, but instead of running away, she bravely came up to him and waved the red sword in her hand.

when!

The violent collision echoed between the heaven and the earth, like an explosion of thunder, shocking the earth.

There was a surge of energy and blood in the leather-clad beauty's body, and she felt as if she was wrestling with a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex, and her power level was completely different. The tiger's mouth burst open, splattering a bunch of blood.

Click!

The red sword was like paper, and it shattered directly. The beauty in leather clothes rose up from the ground with the sword, and flew out more than ten feet away, and plunged into the soft soil.

The tragedy was that he hit the ground head first, half of his body was stuck in the soil, and only his two slender legs remained outside.

The Red Lian Dao even flew out of his hand, flew more than twenty feet, and fell into a puddle.

Rumble!

The earth shook, and the ghost king's body moved. Carrying a scythe of death, he stepped out into a huge pit with footprints, as if a giant elephant was trampling to harvest the life of the leather-clad beauty.

Seeing this, Chen Yang felt that he could go on stage. Who would have thought that the beauty in leather clothes would pull herself out of the soil with both hands, like pulling out a carrot. She became stubborn and not only did she not run away, but she took the initiative to charge at the Ghost King. go.

call!

Taking a deep breath, he stepped hard on the ground with his right foot. There was a loud bang, and a big hole was made directly on the ground.

Under the force of the explosive rebound of the cannonball, her body flew out like a predatory female leopard, her speed reached the extreme. Moreover, there is a certain method of moving around under the feet. It is not a simple and rough forward motion, but a mysterious footwork.

With this kind of footwork, her body actually nimbly avoided the attack of the Ghost King's sickle. She rushed under the Ghost King, aimed at a pillar-like iron leg, and punched out hard.

Rumble!

The fist was not big, but it was like a cannonball being discharged from the barrel, tearing the air and making a sound like thunderous explosion.

The speed of this punch was close to the speed of sound, and an inconspicuous air wave cloud ring exploded at the tip of the fist.

Even a punch with subsonic speed is far beyond the reaction speed of ordinary people. Even the master of internal martial arts is unable to do anything in the face of such a punch. Let alone parry or dodge, he may not even be able to see the fist. Get clear.

The power of this punch, relying on the inertia of the body's forward motion, made the beauty in leather confident that she could fly away a car weighing several tons with one punch and explode into a fist of iron.

Bang!

Amidst the dull impact, her punch, which was enough to blow away a car weighing several tons, hit the ghost king's pillar-like iron legs firmly. As a result, the ghost king was still standing there, not throwing away as she thought. Fly out, or have a leg blown to pieces.

The Ghost King's body only shook a little, and the amplitude was so small that it could be ignored.

Instead, the ground beneath her feet suddenly sank, and dirt flew out in all directions, as if it had been hit by a cannonball.

"How is this possible?" The beauty in leather clothes could hardly believe her eyes.

"Come again!"

But she was not discouraged. She stamped her feet on the ground again, her body jumped a foot into the air, twisted her slim waist, and swept out one long leg, heading straight for the Ghost King's face.

In her opinion, the Ghost King's face should be his weakness.

This kick blasted the air, with almost overwhelming power.

Hey!

The Ghost King let out a shrill roar, and like lightning, stretched out a dry palm the size of a millstone, as black as ink, and grabbed her long legs with a snap.

The ghost king's huge palm was like holding a ham sausage, and he was holding it firmly. No matter how powerful the leg of the leather-clothed beauty was, she couldn't escape.