Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 289: Capture the thief first and capture the king first! 【Please subscribe】

Ghost boy kills someone

The methods are indeed terrifying!
Wei Hong just waved his hand lightly, causing the Thousand-faced Man to struggle and almost suffocate to death. This kind of scene is really weird. If ordinary people have never seen it before, they may think that they have met an immortal cultivator.

But after all, strong men in the late stage of the Zang-Refining Realm are not easy to mess with!

He was just caught off guard by the nine ghost boys and couldn't react for a moment. When he noticed a cold aura surrounding him, he probably guessed that it was ghosts and others who were causing trouble.

I saw the old man's body full of energy and blood surging!

The inner energy suddenly exploded in all directions, and the next one roared: "Get away!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Three of the nine ghost children were knocked away on the spot.

Unfortunately, the Thousand-Faced Man's internal power is of Yin nature, and he obviously has no means of restraining the ghosts. Therefore, no matter how much he stimulates his energy and blood, he will still be tightly entangled by the ghost boy the next moment.

This time it was a trap set by themselves!

But he also knew that this was not the time to be in a daze. Once Wei Hong easily killed the Thousand-Faced Man, he would be next.

Xiahou Feng's long sword shook and produced thousands of sword shadows.

You must know that a ghost boy is enough to deal with an ordinary strong person in the early stage of Zang Refining Realm!
As long as there are no special means of restraint, if all nine of them attack together, they will definitely not be able to survive in the late stage of the Zang-Refining Realm.

It is impossible for anyone to come and disturb you in a short period of time.

Wei Hong secretly praised him and stepped forward.

Nine ghost children transformed into a bloody basin!
He bit the old man viciously, and his fangs began to suck all the blood and essence from his body, causing his face to twist in pain.

But unfortunately, he met the wrong opponent!
Wei Hong was already a master in swordsmanship, boxing, and kicking, and he could see three small flaws in his swordsmanship at a glance.

"Save me, save me quickly!" Thousand-faced Man struggled to speak in ventriloquism: "This person is good at controlling ghosts. This is the method of immortal cultivators. Ghosts and ghosts are afraid of warriors' blood and Yang Zhigang's martial arts skills. Save me!"

"Don't bite him. Just suck him dry. The blood will make it hard to clean up!" Wei Hong directly announced the other party's fate with a single word.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Xia Houfeng was so frightened that he took a breath of cold air.

Therefore, if he wants to survive, he must work hard!

They bound his hands, feet, neck, ears, mouth and nose!
They were like octopuses, about to drag him into the abyss of death.

Astonishing internal energy was concentrated at the tip of the sword, which instantly stabbed Wei Hong's vital points all over his body. One of the swords went straight to his eyes.

And he has always crushed enemies of the same level.

However, Xiahou Feng was not a fool. He did not immediately go to save the Thousand-faced Man, but picked up his sword and went straight to kill Wei Hong.

"Immortal cultivator?"

It is said that an expert can tell whether there is a sword as soon as he makes a move. Although Xia Houfeng is still in the early stage of the Zang Refining Realm, his swordsmanship is definitely among the ranks of experts. When he raises his hand, he feels as if he is lifting a sword as heavy as a violent storm.

To capture the thief, capture the king first; to shoot the man, shoot the horse first!
"die!"

From the beginning to the end, Wei Hong didn't even move his hands. He just watched the other party slowly and desperately struggling from the side in a joking manner, obviously expecting that the other party would not be able to escape.

Wei Hong dodged the sword attack, raised his hand, and the long sword was immediately deflected by three inches. The next moment, he stepped forward and struck wildly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The palm that turns over clouds and seas transforms into thousands of palm shadows!
Taking advantage of the moment when Xia Houfeng was at a disadvantage, seven or eight palm prints had already landed on him.

All this happened in the blink of an eye!

The two of them had just a brief exchange and the winner was already decided.

Xia Houfeng's figure suddenly froze on the spot. Wei Hong's palm wind force penetrated into his body lightly, but his heart was easily shattered. "How, how is it possible?"

Xia Houfeng's eyes were dull with a hint of disbelief.

He never imagined that he would die in front of a master of the same level without even taking a single breath. How had he ever been so weak?
next moment!
His eyes slowly lost their luster, and his body went limp and fell down.

Wei Hong raised his hand to hook his body and leaned against the stone nearby, preventing him from falling to the ground. Then he looked at the Thousand-Faced Man.

"Beast, I want you to die!"

Seeing the tragic death of his junior brother, the Thousand-Faced Man became furious and went crazy.

I saw that he no longer hid, and directly used some kind of fatal move. The acupuncture points all over his body made a muffled sound, and his energy, blood and internal strength seemed to increase three to four times in an instant.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The nine ghost boys were burned by Qi and blood on the spot, and at the same time, the internal force of the Thousand-Faced Man shook them away.

Then he rushed forward suddenly, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, and rushed in front of Wei Hong. He punched out with a ferocious smile: "Boy, go to hell!"

"Ah!"

Wei Hong sneered disdainfully.

His feet moved in a small range like a phantom.

His body immediately turned into afterimages and dodged left and right in the mine tunnel. He used the Heaven-Second Eight-foot Step to the extreme. No matter how many punches the Thousand-Faced Man attacked, he couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

at the same time!

Wei Hong's palms flew!

The Cloud-turning Sea-turning Palm's ultimate skill, Qian Liang Lang, was unleashed, and the surging internal energy turned into flowing water, surrounding it layer by layer, easily blocking the Thousand Faces Man's internal energy attack.

No matter how wildly he roars!
No matter how strong his boxing skills are!
However, Wei Hong was able to easily resist these attacks, and even looked at the opponent with a half-smile. The joking look on his face showed that he didn't try his best at all!
"evildoer!"

The face of the Thousand-Faced Man changed drastically.

He also realized that the Kunshan faction had kicked an iron plate.

Originally, I just thought that this person had friendship with Jiang Yuankui, so I simply killed him, disguised myself as a lurker, and took the opportunity to see if there was a chance to bring down the Wandu Sect.

But who would have thought that this guy they thought was an ant would turn out to be extremely difficult to deal with, and now the Kunshan Sect would be in trouble for eight lifetimes!
The Man with a Thousand Faces is not stupid!
If you don't escape at this time, when will you wait?
Since he couldn't kill Wei Hong, he had to escape immediately. Otherwise, when the time for the secret technique of fighting for his life faded away, he would be even weaker than before, and the only thing waiting for him would be death.

"Want to run?"

When Wei Hong saw the opponent retreat, he knew he wanted to run away.

With a sneer, he raised his hand and waved, letting out strange whimpers. The nine ghost boys immediately wrapped themselves around the Thousand-Faced Man, tightly restraining his body.

"Go away!"

"No!"

"do not want!"

The time has come for the secret technique of fighting for your life!

The surging blood and internal strength of the Thousand-Faced Man continued to fade away, and the nine ghost boys lay on his body like leeches to suck blood.

gradually!
His breath became weaker and weaker, and finally he fell to the ground with a plop without making a sound. Finally, he died without a look in his eyes, and all the essence, blood, soul, and soul in his body were completely sucked dry by the ghost boy.

"Weak chicken!"

Wei Hong shook his head dissatisfied.

Finally, he decisively began to touch the corpse, and raised his hand to signal the ghost boy to destroy the corpse and eliminate any traces. There was still trouble to deal with next.

(End of this chapter)