Chapter 166
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Water of Hatred's last finger had already landed on Zhen Xiaoxiao!
But where his eyes were focused, the slender girl was not like the countless ants that had died under his hands. She was crying, trembling, begging for mercy, and acting like a clown.
Her expression was awe-inspiring, and her back was ramrod straight.
She took out all the magical treasures in her storage pouch, holding the beast tooth in her hand, and laughably rushed towards him!
You are a mantis trying to stop a chariot. You also know that all this is a pointless struggle. Why bother acting?
Water of Hatred's mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh, but no sound came out, because his heart had already been touched.
Countless burly men were not so fearless and brave before they died.
He saw an aura of power in this girl.
A force that, once it had the chance to grow, would definitely overturn the heavens!
This will not only touched Water of Hatred's heartstrings, but also caused the two black flying blades that had clearly flown over the white spring behind the clouds in the sky to tremble violently.
The two blades were originally traveling together, but in that instant, the blades faced each other and fought with all their might!
Ping ping ping ping!
After ten moves, the slightly red blade kicked the weaker one far away, and then excitedly turned around and ran towards the dense forest!
Why rush to kill each other?
Why rush to kill each other!
The defeated black blade jumped up and down in anger. It was no longer in a hurry to move, and like death, it floated in the sky.
The fierce battle in the forest had already been decided.
The power of the Enlightened Demonic Cultivator was terrifying.
Although Zhen Xiaoxiao poured out all the random items in the silver boat's storage pouch to block the finger wind, after the stone table and the jade pot broke one by one, the power of the black finger light did not diminish at all.
Death was coming.
Now, between Zhen Xiaoxiao and the finger wind, there was only a very heavy walnut cabinet left.
After it broke, the next second should be the scene of Zhen Xiaoxiao falling to the ground and dying.
But at this moment, a long black blade with a hint of red fell from the sky!
Its speed was extremely fast, leaving a faint afterimage in the air. Before the black finger wind, it slashed at Zhen Xiaoxiao's chest with a bang!
Bang!
The strong repulsive force, even after the blade pierced through her chest, still dragged her slender body back a hundred meters, and with a bang, she was nailed to a tree! Clean and efficient.
F * ck!
Why would someone steal a person's life?
Looking at Zhen Xiaoxiao's corpse hanging on the tree, she felt like she was about to vomit blood … She felt as though there was a huge weight weighing down on her heart, and she couldn't even spit it out smoothly.
Damn it all! Which idiot is the one who made a move? Come out and let me have a good look at him!
His bony fingers cracked, but he didn't know that at this moment, an old and dignified voice echoed in Zhen Xiaoxiao's ears.
"My orthodoxy can only be obtained by those with a firm will. Be ambitious and courageous, press forward with an indomitable will. Wield the blade and become a demon, seal the blade and become a saint!"
Boom boom boom boom!
Feeling as though there was a furious bolt of lightning coursing through his consciousness, countless pinnacle Qi Condensation mantras, body tempering secret manuals, saber shadows, sword flashes, Legacy Arts … All of them surged into his mind like a tidal wave.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes were empty and gray, but every cell in his body was screaming in pain and excitement!
Cool, cool, cool!
A peerless opportunity!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. When Zhen Xiaoxiao was trying his best to absorb the power of the black blade, the sure-kill finger wind of the Water of Hatred had just broken the heavy cabinet that was tumbling in the wind.
Along with the sound of wood chips flying in the air, a strange item suddenly flew out from the shattered cabinet …
A fair and round fatty rolled out from the cabinet, holding a ten-thousand-year-old Ice Soul.
The black finger wind hit his buttocks.
He didn't know what the meat ball was made of, but at this moment, it should have been torn apart, but it was strangely as firm as a shield and as smooth as fat.
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