Evil doctor elegance

Chapter 230 What the hell is it?

Xuexiu changed his previous silent appearance, and rubbed his hands with an eager look.

With a chuckle, Fenghua stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips, stroked the blood on his fingertips, glanced at the suddenly excited Xuexiu in front of him, and said, "I'm really sorry, seeing you reminds me of a barbecue , I accidentally bit my tongue."

As he spoke, Fenghua stretched out his tongue and licked along his lips, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, which looked both bloodthirsty and enchanting.

Hearing that Fenghua regarded him as a barbecue, Xuexiu twitched the face of the dead man who was close to facial paralysis, and looked at Fenghua coldly, "It won't take long for you to know who is the barbecue."

After the words fell, Xuexiu raised the arm that had been cut off by Fenghua before, a faint blue flame jumped in his palm, he laughed twice, and a pair of incomparably empty eyes looked at Fenghua's direction motionlessly, Suddenly throwing the flame in his hand to Fenghua.

Although it seems that Fenghua's appearance is still sloppy, but the attention has been on the blood cultivator in front of him and the blood cultivator hidden in the dark, seeing the raised arm of the blood cultivator suddenly raised in her direction Standing up, turning around and jumping, it was too late and then quickly, and saw the blue fire beam quickly rushing past Fenghua's feet, and the periphery of her and Xuexiu was completely wrapped in a circle of flames.

This layer of jumping blue flames flickered in the black mist like candles. Instead of illuminating the scene in the black mist, it was filled with a strange feeling. The blood repair grinned, and the pale two The row of teeth is particularly obvious in the black mist.

Suddenly, bursts of laughter came from all directions, Fenghua raised his eyes and saw that the blood cultivator who was opposite him had disappeared, and there was a face exactly like that blood cultivator on every flame, as if Copying and pasting usually even moves the same, and it is difficult to distinguish the real blood cultivator from it.

Xuexiu seemed to have expected that Fenghua would not be able to easily discover his real body from it now, and smiled presumptuously at Fenghua, as if he was proud or provocative.

Fenghua raised his eyebrows, not a bit surprised by Xuexiu's current actions, as if he turned his hands around, countless silver lights shot away in all directions, and the scene above the flames subconsciously dodged subconsciously with Fenghua's movements, But most of the silver needles directly penetrated the scene and shot to the periphery of the black mist.

Fenghua raised the corner of his mouth and pulled the hairpin from his hair, and swung it in one direction with his spiritual power.

"boom!"

The faint blue flames were instantly extinguished, and the surrounding images were wiped out, leaving only a person directly opposite looking at her in disbelief.

Seeing the longbow-like thing that suddenly appeared in Fenghua's hand, Xuexiu was puzzled, and asked eagerly, "What is that in your hand? How could it break my Ten Thousand Ghost Formation!"

"Ten thousand ghosts? Where did the ten thousand ghosts come from? I only saw one zombie."

Xuexiu kept staring at the thing in Fenghua's hand, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he directly ignored Fenghua's calling him a zombie, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Say, what is it in your hand?" ? How is it possible? How is it possible?"

The Thousand Ghost Formation is not unbreakable, but there is only one possibility to break the formation in one fell swoop, and that is to encounter a divine weapon, but Xuexiu didn't feel any oppression from the divine weapon in Fenghua's hands, and the more he I didn't understand, so I asked more eagerly.

　【Ask for tickets~】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)