Chapter 88: Unfortunately, this seat is shameless!
"Also ask the seniors to indicate the way of life." The altar is hard-headed and asks.
"After taking an attack on this seat, of course, this seat will not be fully shot. As long as you can survive under the attack of this seat, this seat will put you a way of life." Song Shuhang extended a finger, said.
Shame, once this thing reaches the critical point, it will completely collapse like the three views.
After the book was in one seat, it felt less shameful, and the words were also shunned.
The head of the altar is white and black, and the inscrutable predecessor’s blow, even if the other party will not try his best, but even if he just throws a sword, he can cut his half life!
However, he has no choice.
Subject to an attack, you may die, but there is still a chance.
If you do not accept the conditions of the predecessors, then the other party only needs to sacrifice the flying sword, and he can cut his head into the chamber pot in minutes.
And... he also has a card. As a wicked ghost repair, he has a strange life-saving method, perhaps at the expense of ‘death’, to bear the other side’s blow.
Thinking of this, the altar master bit his teeth: "Is this predecessor really serious?"
"This seat is also a person with a head in the monk world, you will marry your junior." Song Shuhang cold and cold, continue to look at the altar with the eyes of the ants.
There is a head and a face, and the book can not lie. Because as long as it is a normal person, there are heads and faces. Don't you have a head and face?
"Also ask the seniors to be merciful." The altar smiled bitterly, and his bitter smile made people feel that even if they were thousands of miles apart, they were still very bitter.
In the dark, there is a pure ghost in the main body of the altar that breaks out and quietly wraps the body of the altar.
Pure ghosts are ghosts without resentment, so they are not afraid of general exorcism spells.
Of course, it is not easy for this pure ghost to be born. It is necessary to know that the birth of ghosts is often due to resentment. A pure ghost must be a good person who is rotten into the bones, because the things that are very wrong are hanged. But he is so bad that he doesn't care about that point of grievance, and the organic rate becomes a pure ghost...
"That is a sword!" Song Shuhang looked indifferent, his fingers turned, and a piece of paper appeared at his fingertips.
The ‘Swords’ given by the Seventh Fufu Lord is a kind of attack. When you use it, you only need to activate Fubao and drink the word “sword”. Once the application is carried out, it can be used to create a sword attack on the level of the three warriors. Ordinary two-class true-level monk, if there is no special defense means, a sword will not lose half life.
When I saw this Fubao, the altar of the altar was biting his teeth at the bottom... As a bitter, low-level small mess, the most annoying thing is this kind of local tyrant who has cursed the curse!
"Stand up, junior. Pray for your own luck." Song Shuhang pinched Fubao, magnificent, excited in his heart: "Sword!"
There is an illusory figure in the vagueness that emerges behind the book.
The figure refers to the sword and goes to the altar.
The sly sword light was inspired by the sword charm, and the sword light came out, and no other things were seen in the carriage, as if only the sword light remained between heaven and earth!
This sword light is a wonderful sword!
In an instant, the altar master locked by Jianguang felt that his body was imprisoned and it was difficult to move.
Even avoiding is a luxury. He can only stand still and watch the sword on him!
humiliation? hate? fear?
The heart of the altar is like a tipping of the seasoning, the five flavors are mixed, and there is no taste.
The sword came to the body, but only a slight contact sound of ‘滋～’.
The body of the altar, like tofu, was easily cut into two halves and crashed into the ground.
There is no trace of blood in the wound...
The foreign monk licked his mouth and ended up like this? A terrible and powerful second-class master-level monk, so died?
There was silence in the carriage.
Song Shuhang did not relax his vigilance. He held a ‘Yi Fu’ in his left hand and the other hand grabbed two ‘Swords’ and stared at the body of the altar.
The other party is a monk who was active in the Ghost Light Temple in the city of May or 60 years ago. As long as it is not too miserable, there will always be one or two life-saving things.
Thinking of this, Song Shuhang squinted his face and said: "It's still a bit of a skill. Since you took the sword, let's put you in a way. Get up and roll away from your seat! Remember, don't let See you in this seat! Forever!"
The skill of scams, Song Shuhang has become familiar with it.
A foreign monk - under such a terrible sword, the second product ghost repair is still alive?
impossible? So a horrible sword!
However, Song Shuhang’s voice fell, and the body of the altar, which was cut in half on the ground, slowly turned into black smoke and floated in the air.
Then, the altar owner appeared in the face with a pale face, and he had a deep sword mark on his forehead. At the crucial time, although he saved his life by means of life-saving means, the sword was too overbearing, and he was left with a deep sword wound. The residual sword gas is in the forehead wound, which makes him unhappy.
"Thanks to the predecessors not to kill the grace." The altar bears the painful voice: "The younger will leave immediately."
Since it has been discovered by this predecessor that he is not dead, it does not make sense to hide it.
The other side seems to be a slogan, to let him live a path. If he couldn't hide, if he annoyed the predecessor and found him an excuse for another sword, he would really have to rush.
In the end, the ghost who was equally seriously injured after the altar of the altar would drift away and bring a black suitcase.
This box contains the important family of the altar. Some things are too precious, he did not dare to stay in the Luoxin Street District of J City. Therefore, these things are carried in black boxes.
"Is it really alive?" The foreign monk did not believe it.
Looking at the pale face in front of him, Song Shuhang also sighed in his heart. This goods are really alive.
In order to be alive, this guy is also very hard.
It’s a pity that if you really care about your face and your predecessors, you might be able to let him go.
However, this seat is simply not ready to face! I want to kill you!
Do not kill you, this seat is not fragrant, sleep uneasy. I will not be alive in the days to come!
Therefore, just when the altar owner lifted the black box and turned hard to leave, Song Shuhang shot again!
"Sword! Sword!" He held a "sword" on each of his left and right hands and activated them at the same time.
Who knows that there is no means to save the life of the altar, so one breath and two swords together! If it is not a person who has only two hands, only two swords can be used. Song Shuhang can't wait to use the remaining swordsman's breath!
The sly sword light was once again excited from the sword charm, and the two sword lights were x-shaped on the altar.
The altar still remained vigilant before leaving, but there was no egg.
The two swords are too fast, and once locked, they also have the ability to imprison the enemy.
After the swordsmanship, the body of the altar was cut into four pieces and fell to the ground again. But this time, he did not have the means to save his life.
The body of the second-class monk is extremely strong, and even if it is cut, the altar has not immediately rushed to the street. His head is staring at Song Shuhang. There are countless sentences in his heart that he wants to curse, but in the end it can only be turned into two resentful words: "Nothing... shame!"
Although I knew that the other party was good at using poison, the character was sure to be capricious, but the other party was shameless to this extent, and there was no bottom line.
"Oh, what do you say." Song Shuhang quickly grabbed a piece of Fubao, but it was a ‘breaking evil character’.
The altar has already rushed to the streets, but his grievances are still alive.
Scribbled to remove the roots, so as not to suffer!
If Song Shuhang is a lonely man, you don't have to worry about any troubles. But unfortunately, he is not.
"Breaking!" The spirit of breaking the evil spirits revived, hitting two cars.
‘吱...’ The ghost will scream and scream, and the weak and incomprehensible will not even have the chance to escape. It will be directly purified by the spiritual power of the evil spirit.
咚 The black suitcase fell to the ground.
The body of the dying altar was also cleaned once by the spiritual power of the evil spirit. The power to let him fight back and fight is lost.
When I thought that I was going to die, the head of the altar was blank, and the mouth was interrupted and shouted: "Don't...face! A word... Jiuding, I... Hey!"