Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng looked at the Paper pricking man and frowned.

Although it was a Paper pricking, the joints of the four limbs could bend freely.

He was no different from a normal person.

If it wasn't for the sticky paper and the thick blush and the strange facial features, it would have been a Paper pricking. I'm afraid that if I didn't look at the face, I would have thought it was a person just by looking at the flexibility of the body.

One by one, these ghosts were even weirder.

Saving lives is important.

Fang Zheng's eyes were like those of king kong with a cold glint in them.

Voldemort King Kong Seal!

His body was filled with blood, and his body was filled with the sound of tidal waves. His masculinity was so strong that three fires were ignited like a divine furnace shining on the flesh. Fang Zheng's fists were clenched, and he was as powerful as a stone mill, directly killing the Paper pricking man in the dark shadow.

He was not afraid of any ghosts and monsters, boom!

The house shook violently.

Ah!

A pained look appeared on the paper face of the Paper pricking man, and a lump of his shoulder had shrunk.

He was obviously a paper fool, but he was able to take a punch from Fang Zheng.

Even Fang Zheng himself had no idea how powerful his punch was, at least a few thousand kilograms.

The Paper pricking man was in pain, holding Wei Youran's arms as he tried to drag Wei Youran into the darkness. Wei Youran fell to the ground.

Wei Youran looked pale and groaned in pain.

But she didn't care about the pain in her body. Who the hell are you? Wei Youran kept her eyes fixed on the man who suddenly appeared in her house, trying to see what he looked like.

But just then, suddenly, pa!

Clap, clap, clap!

All the light bulbs in the house burst, as if they could not withstand the voltage disturbance of the special magnetic field in their eyes, and fell into the darkness of their hands.

Fang Zheng did not care about Wei Youran on the ground, because he had suddenly raised his knife and turned around to kill him behind him.

Nine yang true qi!

Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques!

At this moment, the God of Nine Suns Kung's true qi, which had already been trained, circulated rapidly in the meridians of the body, and the breath of the sun surged like a raging fire. The water in the air evaporated quickly, and the air was all twisted and rising steam. The temperature in the bedroom rose to the point that it was stuck to a furnace, hot and dry, puff, puff, puff, puff, Some of the flammable paper actually ignited without fire and was ignited in a flash.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques was originally a fast knife, and in an instant, it became a picture of the Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques. In the small bedroom, the sea of fiery clouds was rolling, and the fiery waves were like a tsunami. The fiery clouds brought a red light. Suddenly, a man with a paper stick appeared behind Fang Zheng quietly, trying to attack Fang Zheng.

The first, the second, the third... A knife is faster than a knife, a knife is heavier than a knife, the Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques's characteristic is that the more moves, the more overbearing the power, the potential like a landslide, the full version can be split into 81 knives.

In less than a second, Fang Zheng cut out a dozen knives in an instant. It was a paper Paper pricking, but it was enough to hold onto Fang Zheng's dozen knives. After that, a crack in his body was cut out like a burning black flame. Ah!

The Paper pricking man screamed, whizzed, and the white shadow flashed, disappearing back into the darkness at a very fast speed.

But Fang Zheng missed with a single blow. Boom!

The ghostly head blade was as heavy as a millstone that hit the ground, but the floor below was intact. A layer of grayish-green boundary emerged and isolated the entire house, making it impossible for any movement to be heard from the outside world. All the fighting was confined to the boundary between the two worlds.

Although the Ghost head knife did not cut through the ground, the scorching hot breath on the Ghost head knife immediately hit the ground, such as the electric drill high speed tearing collision, the hot breath exploded, boom, most of the items in the room directly turned into fierce flames.

The hot smell of the knife ignited inflammable materials such as fabric.

The ignition point of paper, cotton, and fiber fabrics were 130, 150, and 300 degrees respectively.

But this is spontaneous combustion without fire!

The ignition point is more severe than the ignition point!

The terrifying energy emanating from the blade's breath was actually much higher than 300 degrees celsius. The Nine yang true qi added the heat generated by the high speed friction of the air from the Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques, which made Fang Zheng's first battle erupt with astonishing destructive power.

Fang Zheng's eyes were like two cold electric currents running through the void and reality, and he flew into a corner of the dark corner with a knife.

Whoosh.

In a flash, the Paper pricking man ran away again.

Boom! Boom!

Fang Zheng was like a violent roller in the shape of a human, chasing after people in the bedroom, bed, wardrobe, bedroom door, everything was ground to powder under Fang Zheng's knife.

Even though Fang Zheng had deliberately suppressed his strength, under such a high temperature chamber, Wei Youran had developed severe dehydration, cracked lips, lost skin luster, and had developed mild convulsions and difficulty breathing.

If this continues, Wei Youran will definitely die of dehydration.

Fang Zheng took the opportunity to pick up Wei Youran on the ground and rush out of the small bedroom.

But just as Fang Zheng carried Wei Youran out, a dark wind came from behind, and a pale, ghostly hand without any flesh and blood elasticity slapped Fang Zheng in the back of his heart.

Boo!

One layer, two layers, three layers... In a short time, it broke through 15 layers of membrane. This ghost was much more advanced than the two bodies that Fang Zheng had killed.

He had only been broken through to six layers.

Quack, quack, quack...

The room was filled with ghostly laughter, like dry rags rubbing against each other.

Without a sound,

In the dark,

Another pale palm landed on Fang Zheng's back, the bell jar!

Fang Zheng, who had already settled wei youran, opened his eyes wide in anger and let out a strong drink. His breath worked. In an instant, the membrane on his skin expanded and hardened into an ancient temple Golden bell.

It was like a sun shining across the earth, golden, and incomparably corrupt.

Bang!

With the sound of metal and gold clashing, the Golden bell's light dimmed by half, but it did not shatter, successfully fending off the ghost claws behind it. Huff, as Fang Zheng breathed, the Golden bell switched back to a thin golden cicada membrane, which adhered to the skin on the surface of the body, the Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques!

Boom!

Only a stream of hot knife breath, seven or eight meters long, boom!

The thick wall of the television was smashed by knife gas, sending small rocks flying into the sky, as well as many plastic and liquid crystal fragments.

At this moment, in the open space, Fang Zheng finally let go of all his hands and feet. The strong zhiyang Nine yang true qi in his body, with extreme heat, surged in his body, frantically transported to the meridians of his arms, seven or eight meters long, burst out as if he didn't need money.

God of Nine Suns Kung, the most honest and honest, continuous.

For a moment, the air of the knife was thick and the sun was shining.

Boom! Boom!

Boom!

Everything in the house was crushed by the knife's breath, but every time the knife's breath touched the outer wall, it was blocked by the boundary, and the battle was limited to the boundary.

Unable to be heard from the outside world.

Whoosh!

A white shadow flashed in the darkness, avoiding a knife's breath that was close at hand.

"I got you!"

Fang Zheng's speed shot up, bang!

There seemed to be a sound barrier in place, a thud thud thud thud thud, the house seemed to be shaking, as if the connecting world would not be able to withstand the enormous force on Fang Zheng's legs, as if they had become two god's legs, there was a dazzling glow of true qi shining, leaving only a blurry figure in the body, and the speed increased rapidly.

He had reached the limit of his light work.

Boom!

Seven or eight meters long, the hot air of the knife flew directly into the dark and rapidly moving white shadow.

Bang!

The white shadow was cut out by the domineering air of the sword and smashed heavily on the outer wall of the boundary.

Fang Zheng had a chilling look in his eyes as he pounced on the Ghost head knife.

...

The shrill sound of police sirens,

The voices of people coming and going,

There was also the noise of debris and broken glass moving.

All the sounds rushed into Wei Youran's head, causing her to have a splitting headache. Wei Youran regained some consciousness from the coma and tried to open his eyes to see what was happening around him, but his eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be filled with lead that he couldn't open them.

Wei Youran fainted again.

"Police officer Wei, you're finally awake."

A blinding ray of sunlight was so dazzling that Wei Youran's eyes hurt a little. Subconsciously, he raised his slender, white hand and blocked it in front of him.

Just then, a concerned voice came from beside him.

When wei youran woke up and sat up with a blank look in her eyes, she found herself lying flat on the sofa, covered with a blanket.

The blanket had a pungent smell of burnt fabric. It was a ragged blanket that had been burned through several holes.

His head was in a daze, and it wasn't until more than ten seconds later that Wei Youran gradually regained consciousness.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Wei Youran was silent. Isn't this her place?

But her home was in ruins, with bricks and ceiling fragments visible everywhere. There was no complete place, not even the marble television wall disappeared. The house was in ruins buried in bricks and stones, as if it had been swept by a hurricane.

Everything that could be torn down was taken down.

Only a few outer walls remained intact.

In fact, even the outer walls were not much better, as if they had been burned by flames, leaving traces of blackness.

Wei Youran's face changed!

She remembered what happened last night!

Wei Youran stood up solemnly, but the sofa behind her fell down. Wei Youran frowned. It turned out that even the sofa under her body was only three-fifths. She got up a little more quickly, and immediately lost balance with a few bricks and stones under the sofa, and the sofa collapsed.

The scene before him quickly caught Wei Youran's eye, as if... Last night, someone gently put her on the sofa, covered her with a blanket that burned holes, and put a few stone blocks on the sofa to make her sleep soundly for the whole night.

"Police officer Wei, what's going on here?"

"When our people arrived at your house, they found your house in ruins. You were the only one lying on the sofa, sleeping until now."

"In addition, our people found two special energy residues in your house. Did you succeed in fishing last night? Why didn't police officer Wei inform our people in time according to the prior agreement?"

Wei Youran frowned, "Didn't you come to save me last night?"

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