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Chapter 235 The Holy Master Did Not Die Well, What Matter To Me, Heihu Ah Fu?

Sir Weir was impulsive.

Of course, whoever encountered the same situation as him would become very impulsive.

Fortunately, Sir Weir is not incompetent and furious, he has the capital of impulsiveness.

He had absorbed the energy and physical energy of thirty or so strong black men in total, and he had sucked it completely, not leaving a single drop.

Unlike before, he would leave a breath in the opponent's body and let the opponent become his servant.

In this way, the absorption is more clean and thorough, allowing him to gain more Qi and physical energy.But the sucked person has no breath left, so the only thing that greets them is death.

Although the current Lord Weir has not returned to his heyday, compared with when the coffin was just opened, it is simply a world of difference.

The previous him was a little old man with a half body buried in the ground, muscles atrophied and wrinkled all over.

But now, he is a muscular man with eight-pack abs, exuding torrential vitality, every muscle seems to contain explosive power
And still a bald head.

As we all know, a bald head comes with a crit.

Sir Weier rushed towards Xia Wuji, opened his mouth and let out a terrifying roar.This roaring sound spread out in all directions like a sound wave, and it also seemed to carry a terrifying power.

At the same time, his fingers spread open, scratching the air.

Ten fingers are ten sharp knives.

"Superplanet burning!"

Xia Wuji's red hair fluttered, his face was calm, and he was not affected by the sound waves at all.

His fist tightened suddenly, he clenched his fist and swung it.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be unable to bear the power, and it waved like water ripples.

A fist, carrying tens of thousands of weights and unparalleled strength, "slowly" enlarged in Sir Weir's eyes.

At first it was just a little cold, invisible.Immediately, it filled the entire field of vision and became extremely huge, as if a giant mountain rose from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, this giant mountain became bigger again, becoming a planet across the sky, huge and unparalleled.

It was still a planet that fell from the sky, continued to grow, and burned with raging fire.

The whole room seemed to be ignited by this planet. The fiery air made people feel like they were in a stove, and all the moisture in their bodies would be evaporated in an instant.

As the goal of this planet, Sir Weir felt that it was ridiculous.

Facing this punch, he actually had a feeling that he might be killed, isn't it ridiculous?
As a mutant vampire, his vitality is extremely strong.Even the upright mage and vampire hunter couldn't kill him back then, let alone a mere punch?
He is almost immune to physical damage.

Even if he was imprisoned in a coffin full of righteous energy for an unknown number of years, Sir Weir could still stand up.

But for the sake of caution, a black mist spewed out from between his fingers and claws, spreading in front of him.

— The Fog of Lost.

Not only can it make the opponent fall into an illusion, but it can also weaken physical attacks.

However, when the punch called "Superplanetary Burning" came, before the punch arrived, a violent wave of scorching air had already struck.In an instant, the "fog of loss" was blown away and evaporated.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely explosive punch hit the ten long nails.

Click, click!
In an instant, the ten long nails were smashed by a shattering force, green blood splashed out from the fingers, and scattered on the ground drop by drop, with a sizzling sound and corrosive force.

The next moment, the fist had already hit Sir Weir's chest heavily.

boom! !

The next moment, a terrifying force gushed out like a mountain torrent, and the sea water poured backwards.

Sir Weir spurted blood, and he flew upside down as if hit by a meteor, smashing the window and flying out of the castle.It hit the ground again and plowed another four or five meter mark before stopping.

"Cough cough!"

Sir Weir was coughing violently. He felt that his whole body's skeleton was broken, and his internal organs were shattered by the force. His eyes were full of surprise.

How it is possible for mere human beings to erupt with such violent power is simply inconceivable.

"The antelope takes off!"

Before he could think about it, a huge figure jumped down from the second floor, his red hair flying like a waterfall, his whole body was full of domineering and arrogant arrogance, and he released it with contempt.

boom! !

The red-haired muscular man landed heavily on the ground from the sky, causing the ground to tremble, and the ground under his feet even cracked countless spider web cracks.

"Come on, tell me, do you have any treasure or something?"

Xia Wuji squeezed his fingers "crackling" and walked towards Sir Weir step by step. The corners of his mouth were grinning, showing a wanton smile and sharp teeth.

It's just that in the eyes of Sir Weir, there is a little shudder.

"You bastard!!"

Sir Weir cursed, and his strong recovery power quickly recovered his injuries. His eyes were burning with fierce anger, and he rushed towards Xia Wuji again.

But at the moment when he rushed over, his body turned into hundreds of bats, flying all over the sky and scattered in all directions.Some bats sent out sonic attacks, and some bats grabbed Xia Wuji.

"Rainstorm!"

"A flying elephant tramples a mouse."

"Flies shoot again and again!"

"Flying Moon Style!"

Xia Wuji turned on the rap mode.

In an instant, the punches were like a violent storm, and the shadows of the legs were like mercury pouring down the ground.

Sir Weir originally wanted to bully the few with the more and break the whole into pieces.

But under Xia Wuji's intensive and violent attacks, he was quickly knocked out of the prototype, falling back again and again.

But relying on his immortality, this guy's body recovered again, and he continued to fuck Xia Wuji.

Sir Weir believed that although the opponent was very strong, if he hit him a hundred times, he would not be able to cause fatal damage, and would recover quickly.But if he hits the opponent once, he can cause the opponent to be severely injured.

No matter how bad it is, he will be exhausted to death if he is tired.

When the opponent is tired from fighting, it is his chance to win.

"Asteroid belt!"

'Boom Thunder Fist! '

However, when Xia Wuji threw two punches again, the invincible Sir Weir fell down again.

"A tiger falls from a turtle's back!"

Xia Wuji jumped into the sky, and then hit Sir Weir heavily.

"Kangaroo Combo."

"Ola Ora Ora!"

The fists rained down on Sir Weir's body, his bones were broken and shattered, and his whole body was almost smashed into a puddle of flesh.

Even if his strong vitality could keep him alive, it was even more uncomfortable than dying now.

At this moment, Sir Weir regretted a little, regretted why he didn't run away earlier.

Immediately he breathed a sigh of relief, and told himself without listening: This is just a berserker, there will always be times when his strength runs out.And he is not a mage of righteousness, nor a vampire hunter, he can't kill himself.

"Ola Ora Ora!"

Under the silent old castle, the sound of fists colliding kept ringing.

Even if Sir Weir was able to escape briefly, he still could not avoid being severely beaten.

This is no longer a battle, but a unilateral beating.

Twenty minutes later, most of the castle had collapsed under the toss of Xia Wuji and the vampire.

Xia Wuji carried the unrecognizable and mangled Sir Weir to the other side of the uncollapsed wall. With the vampire's terrified expression, he took out a cross-like thing and stabbed it fiercely on his arm.

……

two hours later.

Xia Wuji was squatting under a corner of a wall that had not yet collapsed, reading a book about the magic of righteousness.

Although the sky is dark now, for him, the impact can be said to be negligible.

As for Sir Weir, he was nailed to the wall, with his hands and feet spread out, and a wooden stake that looked like a cross was inserted into each of his limbs. He was deeply nailed into the flesh and blood, and green blood continued to flow out.

The seemingly powerful self-healing power seems to be ineffective at this moment.

"Hey, do you want to understand? If you want to understand, tell me your treasure. Otherwise, I will kill you before dawn and scatter all the ashes for you."

Xia Wuji flipped through the books very boredly, and left Sir Weir.

In fact, when he got half of the "Golden Rooster King's Lost Treasure", he had already completed [Wish Mission [-]: Monstrous Wealth].

But money is a wonderful thing, especially in America.

With money, you can buy everything.

Including the cross nailed to Sir Weir's hands and feet, and many other props with attached mana.

Since this vampire still has extra value, why not squeeze it out?
It is shameful to waste.

Sir Weir, who was nailed to the wall, was dying. Hearing Xia Wuji's words, he raised his head slightly, with a complicated look in his eyes.

It turned out that this guy was not only a berserker, but also a righteous mage.

If you are an upright mage, tell me earlier.

Why didn't you say it earlier?

Why didn't you say it sooner?

If you had said it earlier, I would have... run away on the spot.

There is still some time before dawn, but Sir Weir no longer intends to hold back. He said hoarsely, "Are you serious? If I tell you where the treasure is hidden, you will let me live."

Xia Wuji nodded and said, "My Holy Master never speaks differently."

There was an undeniable taste in his tone.

"You need to make a contract," Sir Weir said.

Xia Wuji glanced at him, and said coldly: "Your life is already under the control of the Holy Master, why should I make a contract. The credibility of the Holy Master is unquestionable. As for whether you want to believe it or not, it is up to you." It's all up to you."

Sir Vail fell silent.

"Okay, I will tell you all my treasures, and I hope you will keep your promise." After a while, the jazz spoke slowly, facing the current situation, he had no choice but to believe in the Holy Lord.

"He who understands current affairs is a hero." Xia Wuji nodded, showing a look of relief: "Let's talk."

"Back then, after I established the vampire army, those righteous mages united to destroy me. In order to prevent accidents and make a comeback, I buried three treasures, one in London..."

At that moment, Sir Will told Xia Wuji one by one where he had hidden his treasures.

Although the place is very hidden, after so many years, it is hard to say whether it has been discovered by others.

"I've told you the treasure, and according to the conditions, it's up to you to release me now." Sir Weir said in a deep voice.

"No problem, whoever makes my Holy Master the most trustworthy."

Xia Wuji stood up, walked forward, took out a dagger with inscriptions from the [Only (storage space)], and skillfully pierced Sir Weir's heart.

"Ah!!" Sir Weir screamed, and green blood gushed out from his chest.

What gushes out is not only strength, but also the source of his life.

His skin shriveled quickly, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he soon turned into a bald old man. He said in a hoarse voice: "You...you broke the oath, you...you are shameless...broken your promise..."

Xia Wuji lowered his voice, imitating the Holy Master's voice and said: "As you all know, I don't keep my promises."

"No!!" Sir Weir was wailing, and he cursed viciously: "Holy Lord! I will wait for you in hell, you will die badly."

After saying this sentence, his head drooped low.

When the first ray of sunlight hit him in the morning, there was a "bang" sound, and it turned into dust and scattered all over the sky.

Xia Wuji said to himself: "Holy Master will die badly, what's the matter with me, Heihu Ah Fu?"

"Ah ~"

Lying under the flyover, holding a map, the Lord who was about to attack the thirteenth district and snatch the remaining spells, sneezed.

……

ps: Thanks to the book friend Yizhaoshitian for the reward of 800 starting coins.

(End of this chapter)