Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A dull hammering sound sounded on the streets of this northern city, which seemed particularly abrupt.
The door of a luxurious mansion creaked open a crack, and the servants rubbed their sleepy eyes and cursed, trying to see who this blind person dared to make trouble here in the middle of the night.
But as soon as he stuck his head out, he saw a scene he would never forget.
It was a mighty giant man, who seemed to be at least over a foot tall. In the moonlight, you could see the strange vermilion tattoos on his body. The same tattoos also appeared on his resolute and cold face.
And that dull loud noise was because he used a chain to trap an extremely thick white stone pillar, and he seemed to be running effortlessly on his shoulders.
The servant rubbed his eyes repeatedly to make sure he had seen correctly, then quickly closed the door of the mansion and pretended not to see it. Wushuang Ghost ignored him and just moved forward unswervingly towards his goal.
Finally, he saw his target and lifted the stone pillar on his shoulder in his hand. The end of the stone pillar dragged on the ground, making a heavy friction sound and dragging a long white scratch on the street.
"drink!"
A loud shout came from the throat of Wushuang Ghost, and the white stone pillar was lifted high with the speed of running, and smashed against the door of the mansion in front of him.
At the same time, on the courtyard wall, men in black raised their small crossbows one after another, and the crossbow arrows that were ready to go finally came out of the bow. The arrows rained all over the sky like locusts flying in the night, flying towards Wushuang. ghost.
But Wushuang Ghost didn't seem to bother dodging or blocking at all, letting the sharp arrows fall on him and then bounce away easily.
Even the killers in the net couldn't help but be stunned. The rain of arrows in the sky not only failed to nail the Wushuang ghost into a hornet's nest, but didn't even scratch a layer of skin.
But the stone pillar in Wushuang Ghost's hand fell high, revealing his ruthless eyes and smashing the door heavily.
For a moment, the killers in Luowang couldn't help but be a little confused.
What killers like them are most afraid of meeting are guys with copper skin and iron bones, such as the Armored Sect disciples of the Wei Kingdom, and the physical strength of the person in front of them is definitely the best even among the Armored Sect.
"Everyone, take the antidote!"
"Teams 1 and 2 go up and delay! Teams 3, 4 and 5 are ready to throw poison!"
As the leader of this team and a net-level killer, his reactions are relatively quick.
He didn't know where Wushuang Ghost was from, but he should be similar to a disciple of the Armored Sect. What the Armored Sect disciples fear most is poison. He is not sure whether poison will have any effect if it is stained on Wushuang Ghost's skin, but their poison is not pure venom, but poisonous gas.
Even if you are one of the best in the armored sect, the inside of your body is still fragile. Unless they can't stop breathing for a long time, once the poison gas enters the body, no matter how strong the Armored Sect disciple is, he will be poisoned.
Under the command of the snare leader, everyone immediately took a pill, and then the killers of the two teams put on their long swords and rushed towards the Wushuang Ghost. Wushuang Ghost did not wait for them to take action first, but launched the offensive first. He grabbed the stone pillar with one hand and seemed to just push it forward gently. The snare killer who bore the brunt was hit with severe heart and lungs and vomited blood towards him. Then flew out.
The blood spat out by the Snare Killer splashed onto Wushuang Ghost's face, as if stimulating the beast's bloody nature. He took a step forward again, sweeping the stone pillar in his hand swiftly and blasting several Snake Killers away in one breath. , the minced flesh and blood sprayed on the white stone pillars, dyeing them a sad and bright red.
Not just the white stone pillar, Wushuang Ghost's left hand was not idle either. His casserole-sized fist kept hitting the snare killer who tried to block his progress, just like a tiger preying on a lamb.
"Team 1, Team 2, retreat!"
"Team three, team four, team five, throw!"
Small bottles made of crystal were thrown out by the snare killers, drawing a perfect arc.
And just when these crystal bottles filled with poisonous gas were about to hit the ground, a hissing sound came from all directions, and the poisonous snakes spitting out snake letters suddenly opened their mouths and swallowed the crystal bottles one by one!
An old man with messy white hair, leaning on a cane, slowly walked through the door of the mansion that had a big hole in it. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking the group of people in front of him. Use poison in general.
"Everyone stand back!"
With a loud shout, Zhang Ji's figure appeared in front of the Wushuang Ghost. The long sword as black as ink was filled with a black inner force and rushed towards the Wushuang Ghost who was far taller than him.
The Zhanlu Sword, which had no murderous intent, turned into a sharp afterimage. The black afterimage hit Wushuang Ghost's neck, but Wushuang Ghost suddenly raised his right hand and grasped the sword tightly.
"ah!"
Although Wushuang Ghost, who had grasped the Zhanlu Sword, had guarded Zhang Ji's sword, he could not block the astonishing momentum. Using momentum as force, Zhang Ji's body, which was far smaller than Wushuang Ghost, exploded with extremely powerful energy. The fierce momentum knocked Wushuang Guisheng away and fell into the ruins at the gate of the mansion. His generous back still didn't leave any white marks on the ruins.
Zhang Ji's eyes narrowed. Although Wushuang Ghost was only in the second-rate realm, his body of copper skin and iron bones was really difficult to deal with. Coupled with his extraordinary reaction speed, if he hadn't had a backup just now, the first one would have been You will also suffer some losses if you meet face to face.
The Wushuang Ghost who fell in the ruins slowly got up. Although the skin on his body was intact, the pain was still there. Feeling the pain, he was like an increasingly ferocious beast, running toward Zhang Ji. The extremely heavy fist, packed with indomitable momentum, smashed at Zhang Ji angrily.
Lightning flashed across Zhang Ji's feet, and the God of Lightning moved around, easily dodging the fist of the Wushuang Ghost. Seeing the embarrassment of the Snare Killers facing the Hundred Poison King, Zhang Ji no longer held back and launched a swift and violent offensive.
Mozi's Sword Technique·Two Mozi are connected!
This is the sword technique most suitable for combos among Mozi's sword techniques. Without giving the opponent the slightest chance to breathe, the seven consecutive swords carry a massive amount of black internal energy and strike at the Wushuang Ghost with almost no gap.
This time the extremely sharp sword light was unable to keep up with even the Wushuang Ghost, whose reaction was naturally superhuman. He couldn't even see the dark afterimage clearly, and could only let Zhan Lu's sword fall one after another. On one's own body.
Following a loud and clear sound, Wushuang Ghost suddenly groaned in pain, his huge body swayed, his left leg went weak, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.
His kneecaps were shattered and his ribs were broken in many places. Even though the recovery power of the man with bronze skin and iron bones was far superior to ordinary people, he would not be able to participate in the battle again in a short time.
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PS: I'm really sorry, there is really only one update. This is the result of the author's five hours.
It has been more than twenty-four hours since I found that the temperature exceeded 38 degrees. The fever has not gone down. I am in a daze. I have slept all day. I have taken both Chinese and Western medicines, but my body temperature has only stabilized at 38 degrees. Can't go down.
And it hurts so much. I want to code words phonetically, but my throat hurts so much that I can't speak. I want to type, but all the joints in my body hurt terribly. My head is still swelling and hurting. Writing these two thousand words is really my limit.
I really hope everyone can understand the author's difficulties and don't choose to keep the book instead of reading it. Thank you!
