340 The death of Zhao Zijun

Zhao Zijun was not willing to show weakness and shouted, "Break it for me." The spiritual sword was held high and fiercely cut down.

In his imagination, no matter how powerful the rat treasure is, it is just a flesh and blood body. How can it be compared with his own spiritual sword?

But when the spiritual sword collided with the claw shadow, the mouse suddenly shouted, and the nails at the front end of the claws grew in an instant, and he took off his hand and shot directly into Zhao Zijun's chest.

Like ten sharp blades, forming a shadow of cold light, Zhao Zijun's eyes were straight, and there was no way to avoid it.

Not to mention Zhao Zijun, even Wang Fan, who knew a lot about Rat Laibao, was stunned. He didn't expect that Rat Laibao had such a killing trick. Think about it. Even if he is at the peak, he may not be able to avoid this sudden move.

"Ah" The sad scream interrupted Wang Fan's thinking. Zhao Zijun fell to the ground with blood all over his body. His legs couldn't help twitching, and his chest heaved up and down. Unexpectedly, he was knocked down by a move.

"Hum" Rat Laibao is quite proud: "If it hadn't been for the feeling that eating dead human flesh is not fresh, the Rat Master would have killed you long ago. Xiaoyang, and even challenge the Rat Master. Don't you know that Master Rat is known as the first god of killing in the world?"

Wang Fan was stunned and thought about it for a moment, but he didn't think about where the title came from. But the mouse's words were upside down. He didn't take it seriously. Instead, he clapped his hands and said, "Well, mouse, your combat effectiveness has really increased significantly, especially the move just now. It's too powerful. Even if I'm not an opponent, now I really admire you."

What he said was sincere. The move of Rat Laibao just now was really unexpected and powerful.

"Haha" Mouse Laibao couldn't stand the praise. He was proud in an instant. He held his head high and was like a victorious general: "You think I eat so many good babies for nothing. This is my talent. It's awesome. Hey hey, I will evolve in the future. It will be more powerful. Follow me. I can't suffer losses."

Wang Fan suppressed his smile and quickly stopped him: "Come on, the business is important. I guess Zhao Gou and others will come out soon. You should kill Zhao Zijun quickly and don't leave any hidden danger."

Although Zhao Zijun was seriously injured, he did not smoke immediately, and even wanted to get up reluctantly. However, after listening to their conversation, he suddenly felt hopeless that he fell to the ground with a "plop" sound, and the two battles turned out to be soaked with fear.

Looking at the ferocious smiling mouse treasure, he still wanted to get up, but his legs did not listen to him, and he wanted to shout a few famous words such as "Who has never died since ancient times", but his lips opened and he couldn't make a sound. For the first time, he felt the coming of death.

Although he has suffered all kinds of hardships because of his poor background, those so-called hardships are nothing more than poor material conditions, more white-sighted, and compared with the Zhao Gu brothers, in fact, they are much better than ordinary monks. When he completed his practice, he went out to experience several so-called life-and-death wars, but the opponents of those wars were all at the same level, and because he was afraid of the prestige of Taiyimen, he did not dare to die at all. The most critical time may have been in the land of water, but although he was seriously injured at that time, he still had the strength to fight against Wang Fan. It was not like now, just like the meat on the chopping board.

"Haha, are you afraid?" The mouse baby laughed: "It's the same as Xing Bui. It's all backboneless things. Look at Xiao Fanzi. Although he is on the verge of death, he is not scared to pee in his pants. This is a pure man."

Monsters and so on, although their wisdom is not lower than that of monks, they do not have the bent intestines of monks. When the rat treasure is in the Wolf Valley, it has some contradiction with the surrendered star. Therefore, they especially look down on those who are afraid of death and survival. On the contrary, they feel that Wang Fan, who was chased like a lost dog and almost died several times, is a character.

"I, I----" Zhao Zijun gritted his teeth and tried not to make his teeth cackle. He said in a trembling voice, "How dare you kill me? I am a native of the Zhao clan of Taiyimen. If you kill me, you will go to heaven and no way. There is no injustice or enmity between us. Why do you have to work for Wang Fan? What benefits can he give you?

"Bullshit, he's my buddy. If he doesn't help him kill you, who will he kill? I don't know what Taiyimen." The mouse laughed, opened his hands and turned into claws, and his pointed nails choked out, making a sound like metal intersecting.

"I'm going to cut your belly," he said, licking his lips fiercely, and turned back and asked, "Xiao Fanzi, can this bastard's meat be eaten? I've never tasted the taste of the foundation-building peak monk."

Wang Fan has always opposed the rat's eating of human flesh. This time, he was no exception, but he just wanted to say no, but he thought of the dragon blade. He couldn't help gritting his teeth and said with hatred, "Yes, do whatever you want, but clean it up. Don't be too disgusting. Furong is still here."

"Okay" Rat Laibao was overjoyed. He entered the monk society with Wang Fan, but the nature of the monster has not changed. Just as the monk likes to eat monsters, he is also greedy for the monk.

"Bastard, how dare you do this to me? Ah---"

If Zhao Zijun was just afraid of death just now, he is now looking forward to death coming soon. When he sees the shiny claws jump down, he tore off his only remaining arm. In fact, it's nothing. If it hurts, it hurts. The problem is that the broken arm is quickly stuffed into the mouth of the mouse. Li.

The rat's mouth is full of blood, and the chewed bones are clucking, but the face shows a look of enjoyment: "It tastes great. This meat is like crystal jade. There is no trace of impurities. It's delicious. It's so delicious. I guess I'll eat two more, and my cultivation will soar again, haha."

As he was talking to himself, he suddenly seemed to think of something and quickly turned back to Wang Fan and said, "Xiao Fanzi, this boy's spiritual power is different from mine. You have to devour these messy spiritual powers when you have time, otherwise it will be difficult for me to advance."

Wang Fan was afraid that the scene of the mouse coming to eat people would scare Cang Furong, so he sealed her hearing. At the same time, he asked her to close her eyes and bury her head in his arms. Cang Furong enjoyed this process very much, but Wang Fan suffered. Listening to the sound of bones squeak, his heart was fling. When the mouse came back, he looked at its tip. The blood between the teeth and the meat in the mouth couldn't help spitting out with a "wow" sound.

"I really despise you. You can eat such disgusting things. Stay away from me in the future." Wang Fan roared and quickly turned his head to not look at it. His voice was mixed with infinite nausea, but in Zhao Zijun's ears, it was like a fairy voice, like a man who fell into the water and caught a life-saving straw. He shouted fiercely, "Wang Fan, are you still a human race? If you still want to kill me quickly and let him stop--ah, it hurts me so much---- "

He thought that Wang Fan would not be so cruel, but Wang Fan snorted coldly and then said a sentence, which almost fainted.

"Really, at least you have to bake it and eat it raw. I despise you so much."

"Uh?" Rat Laibao was stunned and suddenly became happy: "I forgot it. That's too right. Let's bake it for a while. Xiao Fanzi, I will leave the fattest piece for you, haha."

"Ah--" Zhao Zijun shouted sadly, "Wang Fan, I won't let you go even if I die." Then his eyes turned over and he fainted completely. Maybe he didn't want to wake up in his life.

"Haha, fortunately it's not dead." Rat Laibao tried his pulse: "I'm going to make a fire and eat it. Xiao Fanzi, you are really talented."

Wang Fan was bullied by Zhao Zijun, so he tried his best to revenge, but he really didn't plan to let the mouse come to bake it, so he hurriedly said, "What to eat? What's so troublesome. I have a lot of panacea here." With that, he took out a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng: "No matter how delicious it is, is it delicious? You can choose by yourself. Either eat barbecue ginseng or ten-thousand-year-old ginseng."

"Uh?" Rat Laibao is not stupid. After thinking about it for a while, he put his foot on Zhao Zijun's head, kicked his head, and said with a smile, "Well, well, I know you are not so kind enough to let me eat human flesh. I'd better eat ginseng. I haven't eaten human flesh for a long time. I also think it tastes a little bigger than ginseng."

Wang Fan rolled his eyes and said how much essence there is in the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, and how much is on Zhao Zijun's residual body. You are not stupid, but he keeps his word and raises his hand to throw the ginseng into the hands of the mouse.

Poor Zhao Zijun, a generation of foundation-building peak monks, once famous all over the world, but because a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng was kicked in the head, he died.