e-booksonline Chapter 251 Explosive Equipment
Chapter 251 Explosive Equipment
Bang!
With the right arm of the Ghost head knife in his hand, he fell to the ground,
The headless corpse fell straight back to the ground.
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up.
Is this the solution to a century-old demon?
He was about to relax with the increasingly fierce and intimidating momentum of the war, but he immediately realized something was wrong.
No soul!
The ghost in front of us hasn't been solved yet!
Human Skin scriptures are the best way to identify!
Fang Zheng looked at the headless body on the ground with missing arms and legs, then at the Ghost head knife that fell to the side, and a smile that all men knew was on his face.
"Oh, is it over so soon?"
"What a weak chicken."
"I tell you, if it weren't for the traditional chinese virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, I would have suppressed my own strength all the time. For a hundred year old thing like this, I could have used a dozen hundred... Well, I could have used a dozen ten. Do you believe it?"
Looking at Fang Zheng standing beside the headless body with a smug smile on his face, and how everyone looked at him and felt that he was cheap, this guy's tail was going up in the air, making people feel the urge to hit people.
But when she thought about it, she couldn't fight again and could only sigh.
"Do you not believe that I have killed this hundred-year-old thing?"
"Do you all think I'm bragging?"
"Heartbroken, what about the trust between people we agreed on? Is that how our friendship boat flipped over?"
"Come on, in order to prove that I'm not a cow blower, I'll prove it to you. I put the Ghost head knife back on the ground to the left hand of the headless corpse on the ground. The century-old ghost must have died. Only the dead will not react."
Fang Zheng bent over to pick up the Ghost head knife on the ground.
Looking at the serious expression on his face, it really didn't seem like he was joking.
"Don't die!"
"No! Zuo! No! Die!"
The suit thug Guo Dasen, the witch and the others paled in fear and stopped them.
But it was too late.
Fang Zheng had already touched the handle of the Ghost head knife knife on the ground.
"Look, I told you I was fine."
"Now I'm going to put the knife in the hand of this corpse on the ground. Watch it. I'm going to hand the knife to..."
Fang Zheng's eyes were smiling, as if he was completely unprepared. He was just halfway through the conversation, so it was a good idea!
Fang Zheng exploded without warning.
Sun god fire! Left hand fist seal, surging masculine blood, coupled with the pure sun god fire, double yang qi superimposed, a punch fiercely cut the ghost head sandwiched under the left arm armpit of the headless corpse.
It was as if a pile-driving machine had been hammered violently, with great force running through the ground.
The punch contained Fang Zheng's greatest strength and was not a small one.
In an instant, the raging golden flame of the sun god ignited the entire ghost head.
Roar!
A headless ghost in a prison uniform with thick iron chains and thick handcuffs was burning with a raging yang huo. He roared to break free from the ghost head, but the burning heat and the burning yang huo on the ghost head seemed to bind the ghost to death.
The shock came too fast.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time! Die this time!"
Fire Intensity Broadsword Techniques!
Throwing away the Ghost head knife in his hand, the knife in his right hand, which was ready to be launched, suddenly cracked and fell like a storm.
He wasn't stupid enough to use the Ghost head knife at this time.
Ten knives!
Twenty knives!
Thirty knives!
The cicada film on the surface of the handkerchief, a faint golden light with a red as burnt wrought iron, the air was getting hotter and hotter, it was the rising sun breath, but also the extreme high temperature caused by high-speed friction, specializing in yin and evil things, the more fierce the damage.
Ninety-one hundred and ninety-one!
This was the only time Fang Zheng had ever made a complete knife move in a row, poof!
The phantom exploded in the air, but the phantom was like a tentacle black gas, trying to stick together again, but at this time, Fang Zheng said, "Hei!"
The Cat Shadow on the wall appeared again, expanding, growing and devouring the ghost.
Fang Zheng's hands were clenched, and the Voldemort King Kong Seal helped kill the ghosts.
Until...
Special spirit + 1.
The rest of them were already stunned by the rapid change in the succession of god reversals.
They looked at each other.
There were suspicions and suspicions... Did we just be fooled as retarded children?
"Fang Zheng, are you okay, your hand?!"
Guo Dasen and the others, who had been worried and concerned about Fang Zheng, saw that Fang Zheng's right hand was bleeding profusely, and the flesh was torn apart, and a large tear was seen deep in the bone.
Even Fang Zheng knew better than others that part of his right hand had been injured and that part of it had cracked.
That was because he had used too much force and hurt the bone.
"It's okay. It's all minor injuries. Look, it's stopped bleeding." At this moment, Fang Zheng was truly relaxed. The coldness in his eyes during the battle gradually faded. He greeted everyone with a smile and thanked them for their concern.
He used pure air to seal the blood vessels near the wound.
"This time, is he really dead?"
There were still some lingering fears. After all, this was a century-old demon that made life irresistible.
Fang Zheng: "Well, this time I confirmed the look in my eyes. It's completely dead."
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief first, then looked at Fang Zheng, who was talking and laughing to them with a complicated expression. They did not feel the tension of having just experienced a battle of life and death.
Fierce man!
Monster!
There must be a tyrannosaurus living inside this guy! Yes, that's right, this is a tyrannosaurus personae, otherwise how could it be so ferocious!
"How did you find out that weakness is the head?" The witch was like a curious baby.
Fang Zheng: "I'm just taking a gamble."
"I saw that after he cut off his head, he became even more terrifying, so I just made a wild guess. I didn't know he really won the prize."
The words were understated, but everyone understood how dangerous it was.
"Brother chen... Brother chen, are you a Shi Jia disciple?" At this time, the blind monk had an excited and surprised look of worship.
"Your fighting style is very similar to that of a Shi Jia disciple. Brother chen is already so powerful and powerful at the same age as me. Brother chen must have come from the buddhist Secret sect, right?"
"It seems that I have to change my address and call brother chen senior brother."
A godly senior.
"No." With a dark face, Fang Zheng turned around and picked up the Ghost head knife that had been left on the ground.
His hands were cold and hard as if he were holding ice under nine feet.
It's so cold.
This is the result of years of nourishment by yin qi.
For example, when a common blade rubs against a magnet, it can produce magnetism in the same way.
By this time, Fang Zheng was already laughing with joy.
A great harvest!
How rich!
No wonder everyone likes to work as a boss. They can blow up special spirits and advanced equipment.
Looking at Fang Zheng, who looked like a miser, everyone wanted to hold their foreheads and be speechless.
Is this still a tough character with a fierce fighting style and a hundred-year-old fierce ghost?
Why is it that the style of painting has changed so much?
Guo Dasen, the suit thug, had to interrupt Fang Zheng, "There's too much fighting going on here. I think we should get out of here as soon as possible."
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