"Crunch--"

The sound of the mechanism turning came from the darkness, and the black fire cloud robe reflected into the eye sockets of the dark head. The hunched figure gradually escaped from the darkness, unlike the human head exposed to the robe, which was not the human pupils without a trace of emotion, and a hoarse voice came from the wide robe...

"Hehe, what about new abilities? I wonder if it will be more perfect after becoming eternal..."

"Swoosh,,," a long metal tail poked out from the Fire Cloud Robe and raised high inch by inch...

The pain pierced the brain made Ming's head unable to move even a finger. The blood flowing out of his eyes slid from the tip of his left finger, and the exposed right eye felt a little fear of death. All he could do was curse in his mind, move, move, move, move!!

"Swoosh---" The tail blade, which seemed to be a giant sword, was inserted straight down, and the unmovable Ming Tou's eyes were all unwilling and twisted desire to survive...

"Ding---" A huge blade blocked the scorpion tail that poked straight down. No matter how the steel scorpion tail twisted, it could only rub a trace of fire on the unmoving big knife.

A tall figure slowly emerged in front of his eyes, his wrist holding the beheading sword slanted and trembling, and the dark head who was blocked behind him could not see the slightest expression on the face. Perhaps it was as cold and arrogant as usual.

"Hmph" The figure that was not cut off any longer was slightly shaken because of the humming smile, and the hoarse and cold words were spit out from under the bandage: "My important subordinates cannot interfere..."

"Is that?" The ugly face poked out of the robe...

"Shitshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes---" The sound of the mechanisms was heard, and at the moment when the words were heard, dozens of thousand books with strange colors shot out from the mouth that poked out of the face, and in the blink of an eye it pierced into the body that could not be cut.

If you don't kill, you slightly swiped the hilt of the knife. After a crisp sound of "ding ding ding ding ding ding ", more than a dozen poisoned thousand books splashed a few wisps of Mars on the surface of the decapitation sword and ejected out in a mess.

If you don't shake your wrist, the beheading sword pointed horizontally at the opponent in front of you. The sharp blade stood with only a few centimeters on the exposed nose. The slightly closed eyes gradually opened, and the pale yellow pupils showed a torn twist. The smile covering the haze appeared under the bandage, and the sound rang coldly:

"Red Sand Scorpion, haha, have you lost the courage to sign up for a name for so many years?"

Fei Liuhu's tiny eyes could not see a trace of color, and a hoarse voice came from the hunched over her wide robe: "Hide? I just don't want them to disturb this eternal art. Hehehe, the ghost of the Seven-Man Sword of the Fog Ninja Seven-Man Sword may be a better collection than the guy behind you..."

"Swoosh---" The steel scorpion tail tore the air and swept hard towards Zabubuju. Zabubuju bent his arms slightly, and the beheading sword pressed against the joints of the scorpion tail. The powerful kinetic energy given to the scorpion tail by the mechanism technique did not change the shape of Zabubujujujuju.

"Fei Liuhu? Eight waves of needles!!!" Countless poison needles contaminated with venom were sprayed out from Fei Liuhu's mouth and shot straight towards Yuanbushou, who was less than three meters away from him.

"Shit--" "Zheng---" The wind blew a short hissing, tearing apart...

The steel scorpion tail fell to the ground with a brief metal friction sound. The beheading sword slashed down without any pause. The poisonous thousand books attacking in front of him were cut into pieces by countless tiny wind blades, messing around the ground, torn and tore through the wide fire cloud robe...

The figure who was twisting his body and crouching on the ground was completely revealed. The vaguely visible mechanism material, the mechanism arm installed after amputation, the red, unknown huge mask-like armor, and the huge steel scorpion tail extending from the tail vertebrae, telling its identity, human puppet? Fei Liuhu.

Aibudu looked at the tail of the scorpion tail that had been cut off by himself and said sarcastically: "So fragile, is it what you said, is the so-called eternity, the Scorpion of Red Sand?"

Fei Liuhu shook his tail, and the broken blade broke away, rolled up the scorpion tail falling from the ground, and reconnected it. Only two broken blades left on the ground.

A hoarse voice came from Fei Liuhu: "A creature as rude as you will never understand what real art is..."

"Fei Liuhu? Yoshishi Qianben!!!!" Fei Liuhu's left arm suddenly slid, and more than a dozen mechanisms opened their black openings.

"Shitshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

If you don't cut off your left hand, in this thousand pictures, the stretched left hand is so slow, and the sound of flying needles being ejected continuously.

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The countless thousands of books, the flying needles and the venom they were stained with shattering, and several broken thousand books pierced into the dead face of Fei Liuhu, and the "ding bell" sound of the broken and falling slowly ended.

The wind gradually restrained, and the words without slashing without any emotion were barely spit out from the corner of his mouth: "The wind is tearing..."

Fei Liuhu's ugly face was without any emotion, and his hoarse voice slowly came out of the dry vocal cords: "Hehehe, such a guy is worth collecting too. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, let me turn you into that perfect eternity."

The hoarse voice seemed to describe something noble and sacred, but with a twisted voice, it exuded the twisted madness.

"Hmph, hehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The rest just now made Mingtou slightly ask for the brain-torn pain. After struggling for a few times, Mingtou staggered and rushed out of the banquet hall in a few big steps.

The next second after Mingtou stepped out of the hall, the rich smell of blood filled the entire hall in an instant. The pungent and sweetness forced into Fei Liuhu's body, and along the hypocritical sensory mechanism, it entered the remaining core of the Scorpion.

No more than slash, lifting up the slightly lowered head, the pale yellow left eye was exposed through the fingertips, and a twisted cold voice sounded from all directions of the palace: "Hehehe, it seems to be despised, hehehehehe, it is rumored that the Red Sand Scorpion destroyed a country by himself, and how many fragile lives have become your boring eternity..."

The left hand that no longer cut off his face and slowly spread out in front of him: "Is it a thousand or ten thousand? Humph." The light yellow color showed a ferocious look.

Red, full of red eyes, sticky blood binds the whole body. Even if the link to the visual receptor is cut off, the sea of ​​blood mixed with snails cannot be asked from my mind. Several bone arms with scattered flesh poked out from the stream of blood and pulled their arms tightly. The real arm in the hallucination was torn apart, but there was no pain.

"Crack------" The sound of hard objects being crushed sounded in the hollow hall. Fei Liuhu's prosthetic limbs were squeezed and shattered, and there was no trace of blood flowing out of the dry limbs, but the entire hall seemed to have a sticky blood flowing out.

Zabuzhan narrowed his left eye again, and the sticky blood slowly converged. Only a few puppet parts shattered on the ground told the truth just now.

The real scorpion hidden in Fei Liuhu's body trembled slightly. If the body of this puppet could sweat, the cold sweat had already filled his forehead. The remaining body in the scorpion machine core twitched slightly, reflecting the discomfort that the feeling just now brought to him.

Zaibuzhan carried the beheading sword that was inserted straight in front of him and said lightly: "A guy told me that if my chakra is 10, he will be 100, haha..."

Zaibuzhan's words were a little less cold, and a faint color of memories floated on the light yellow ghost eyes, but the next second twisted cold arrogance floated on the hazy eyes again: "If your number of killings is 1, then I will be 100, hahahaha..."

The cold laughter outlined the twisted arrogance. The blood color that had just been reflected in the soul made it difficult for Scorpion to question the authenticity of the words Aibu Wuzhan.

After all, it has been a long battle formation, and the Red Sand Scorpion recovered in just a few breaths. Humph, so what if there are more people to kill, so what if there are bloody murderous aura? I don’t know how many people die under my eternal art, let alone this junior.

A trace of unique momentum slowly squeezed away the bloody and viscous that shackled the body. Although it could not overwhelm the murderous aura, it circled around Fei Liuhu, preventing his actions from being affected by the other party's momentum.

The marble desert cannot curl up a trace of wind and sand. The scorpion lies on the ground, and the hideous scorpion tail is constantly twisting, storing its own strength. When the prey in front of us reveals the pink flesh between the charcoals, it will pierce deeply into the prey.

The black mantis gently licked its giant blade, sucked the blood remaining on the blade, and its teasing tentacles swung slightly, as if it was about to expose its blood during the play...
Chapter completed!