Chapter 236 Someone Calm

Xing Hu still keeps approaching the injured man. He can feel the existence of the other party, but he can't feel the other party's action hidden in the black smoke. It is a noble king demon spirit, so black that it is not as pure as the ink stained with a little clear water, which can cover everything from the other party.

"Typ, what's your identity and why did you come to my demon to commit evil!"

Xing Hu knew that the other party only had the cultivation of a great practitioner. As a great demon, he was naturally not afraid of the other party's attack. He kept walking to the other party. For him, even if the other party tried his best, it was impossible to hurt him, so he approached without any scruples.

The man's rune retreated and his cultivation exploded. Although he still did not have such a big sword king as Xinghu, at least he also surpassed the first level of the demon general, which is equivalent to the early stage of the practitioner's Qi.

There is a saying in the practice world that there is a difference between the five realms and the five realms.

Even if you are the peak of Qi, but you don't take half a step like the world, it is impossible to have the breath of the five realms, and the spirit of heaven and earth in his body will not be transformed into the power of heaven and earth. The injured man's cultivation has improved a lot, but he still can't take this opportunity to enter the kingdom. After all, his previous strength is that he has just entered the demon general. Now it is a miracle that he can rise to the second level with the breath of the seal.

His eyes were cold and his mind was calm. He was waiting for Xing Hu to approach him, and then showed his full blow.

He only has one blow, and he is seriously injured. If this blow can't kill the other party, then he must die, because after this blow, he can't have extra strength to fight. At that time, he is likely to enter a long period of fatigue, during which he will be depressed.

In order to ensure that he can survive, he sometimes needs a lot of luck, and Xing Hu's defenselessness is luck for men. The latter keeps approaching him, leaving only ten meters away. Xing Hu is still nagging questions, but he can't get a half-word answer from the other party, so that he continues to walk five meters. After that, the man who had been waiting for a long time finally moved.

The smoke of the night surged at this moment, like a gust of wind blowing away the clouds and smoke. Xing Hu felt the sudden change and was shocked. He wanted to retreat, but the breath in the black fog of the other party had already locked him, so he could not escape.

Since you can't escape, you have to try your best to resist.

A huge demon spirit dispersed from the black fog, and the man's fingerprints that had been controlled by his hands for a long time emanated in an instant. This is a kind of anti-sky magic, which originated from the consciousness inherited in his mind. The man's eyes were serious, regardless of the demon power in his body dissipated at this moment. All he had to do was to beat this magic. When it comes to the other party, as for whether the other party will die or not, it is up to fate.

The mysterious magic originated from ancient times, mysterious and powerful. Xing Hu was furious when he saw the other party fighting against himself. And most importantly, he is in a passive position as a king. If he doesn't take this seriously, he is likely to be defeated or even fall by the other party.

A powerful king is defeated by a demon general, and ghosts will laugh miserably when they say it.

Xing Hu is a man of the White Bone Temple. His status is noble. In addition to respecting the first seat, the arrogance in his heart is no one else dares to rebel. Now, this injured man has plunged him into a life-and-death crisis, and he can't help but feel very angry.

The so-called unbearable is unbearable. Xing Hu can bear the other party's resentment for himself. After all, he almost abolished him before. However, what he can't stand is why the other party's little demon general emits such a powerful breath, even when he feels it, he can't help but be frightened.

The printing speed of his hands is faster than anyone else. Xing Hu did his best to defend against the attack of the man's ancient magic. He did not dare to be careless, otherwise he would overturn the boat at this moment. He must not overturn the boat again, otherwise he could not go back to explain to the first seat.

A huge ancient mirror was displayed from Xinghu's palm. The ancient mirror emitted endless divine light. There was a strong demonic spirit on the ancient mirror, which was horizontally in front of Xinghu in an instant. At this moment, two different demonic spirits permeated the grass, and the weak monsters around felt this atmosphere against the sky and suddenly surrendered. Come down.

Their limbs are weak and their whole body trembles. This kind of pressure from blood is irresistible. This is a difference in rank, like secular civilians and officials.

Ten thousand demons submit to the grass at this moment, and the black demon rises like a devil. It rushes to Xing Hu with an ancient mirror in his hand, as if to completely smash it into heaven and earth. Xing Hu's face was solemn, and the demonic power in his body was not hidden at all. He kept exploding his cultivation to the best state, and then controlled the ancient mirror in front of him, hoping that this mirror could resist the opponent's attack.

Boom!

The black fog is permeated, and the magic is shaking ancient and modern. Countless pure demons are coming like hurricanes. The ancient magic performed by the man came out against the sky and surged on the demon field at this moment.

The thunder suddenly surged in the red sky, as if it were a vision caused by the emergence of this demon. Within the demon clan, the royal monsters in the vast snowy mountains looked up at the sky. They were shocked by the anti-sky breath at this moment, and secretly said in their hearts which predecessor found such a terrible breath.

Xing Hu held an ancient mirror with long hair. The other party's magic approached him and rushed to him like mountains and seas. He looked fiercely and burst the demonic power in his body to the extreme.

At this time, the power of demonism finally approached his ancient mirror, and a road that was enough to flatten the hills permeated the ancient mirror. Xing Hu only felt that the breath seemed to ignore the ancient mirror, and it was like a boulder hitting his chest fiercely.

With a bang!

The blood spray came out, and Xing Hu was hit by the magic, and his body suddenly flew upside down.

From hitting the other party twice to being shot away, although the man's attack is quite a sneak attack, his cultivation is much higher than that of him, and he has reached the kingdom?

It's a little naive to blow away the strong man of the king with the cultivation of a demon general. However, the injured man did it at this moment. He saw his magic blow the other party away. Looking at the other party's ancient mirror broken under his own magic, his body couldn't help but become more and more excited. He wanted to see if the other party would be here. He died with one blow.

Xing Hu flew far away, and the blood he spit out was not only one or two mouthfuls. However, when he finally landed, he did not fall down. His retreating footsteps staggered unsteadily, and his heels shook the earth, and the footprints collapsed.

The man was very disappointed to see that the other party vomited blood but did not receive fatal damage. He did not have the ability to continue to fight, and the pain all over his body completely broke out, like tens of thousands of carnivorous ants biting him, and the demonic spirit on his chest no longer output, and the seal could rise again.

A exactly the same rune changed from his chest and went away with the man's unwillingness.

He looked confusedly at the sky that was about to enter the night at this moment, and the sunset that was gradually falling to the west mountain. He began to recall his brother from childhood to adulthood, and his mother who loved him but was old. His heart was inexplicably sad; no one could not throb in the face of death, even if he was resolute. Like a practitioner, however, the sunset on the West Mountain completely sank, and the man lying flat on the ground suddenly smiled and didn't know what he was laughing at.

The injured Xing Hu has come to the man's side. He covered his chest with endless anger in his eyes. If there is no pure demonic spirit on the other party, he really wants to slap him to death, but since he feels pure demonic spirit, it means that he can't do so, because the other party has the king's body. Breath.

He looked at the man smiling indifferently and didn't understand the other party's intention, so Xing Hu frowned and said sarcastically, "You are broken, and your ribs are five or six broken. What's ridiculous about dying?"

When the man heard this, he ignored him, but after they were silent for a long time, the man suddenly said, "Why, why don't you wait for more? If you wait like this, wait for me to recover more, be careful to use a magic for you. At that time, in your current injured state, you can't hide at all."

Hearing that the other party still dared to intimidate himself, Xing Hu sneered and said, "You can't die like this. If you provoke me, I will only be closer to death. Is there any good for you?"

When the man heard the words, he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if I die, but it's better than to be a prisoner. If you want to do it, just do it. Don't be like a woman. Eighteen years later, the young master will be another good man, and he will definitely come back to kill you all!!"

"You...you want to die!"

"Yes, I'm just looking for death. You kill me, come and kill me! Kill me!!!"

The man was roaring desperately. He wanted to provoke the other party to kill himself. He did not allow himself to live cowardly, even if he had many promises that had not been fulfilled. However, at this time, Xing Hu did not know what the idiot had suffered and suddenly turned the thought in his mind. He looked at the other party so eager to die and did not move at all. The meaning of hand.

He stared at the man on the ground and looked at the other party's ferocious roar, and his heart was extremely happy. Nothing was more enjoyable than the enemy's desire to kill him. Although Xing Hu was not in the heart to kill him, he couldn't help but be proud to see the other party so intent on death.

He gently rubbed his chest and watched the man's face gradually lose his anger, so he smiled and said nothing.

The man looked up at the other party, looked at the smile on the other party's face, and wondered why the other party became like this? Is it possible that the scolding is not poisonous enough? It should be like this. It seems that the young master has to be a little cruel!"

The man said to himself in his heart, that is, he was more sure of the idea in his heart. He looked at Xing Hu with a treacherous face and found that the other party did not want to do anything, and when he pretended to be optimistic about the play, he suddenly scolded and said, "You smile, you ugly man, will kill me or not. , you laugh, are you cheap or not!"

When Xing Hu heard this, he smiled and was silent.

"I'm your uncle. You kill the young master quickly, otherwise when the young master recovers, he will definitely dig up all the graves of your ancestors!"

When Xing Hu saw this, he still laughed and said no.

"Your mother/force, damn it! Go to hell!!! When the young master comes back to life and can't forgive you, you can wait to make wine dishes for me. Anyway, I haven't eaten tiger meat, and I happened to stewed you!!"

Xing Hu bent down and turned his face to the man full of saliva. His eyes looked at his roaring fierce appearance indifferently, and there was still a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. When the man saw this, he was almost out of breath. He didn't expect that there would be such a shameless person on the demon field to be scolded by himself like this. Not angry.

So, he took a deep breath, stared at the other party's flat company, and continued to scold fiercely: "You deformed tiger, you can't move. Your mother/forced, the young master is tired of scolding. How can you be so cheap? Why didn't your father shoot you on the wall at the beginning?"

When Xing Hu heard this, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. He looked at the breathless man on the ground, and then said with a smile, "Keep scolding. Why don't you scold? You have no strength? Then you sincerely beg me to kill you. Maybe I can't send you on my way as soon as I'm happy!"

When the man heard the words, his soft body suddenly regained a trace of strength. He looked at the mean thing in front of him with bleak eyes, and suddenly turned his voice and said, "Brother Hu, I beg you. Can you kill me? I really don't have the strength to scold anymore. Please give me a relief quickly. I will never seek your revenge in my next life, okay?"

Xing Hu said with a smile, "It's not good! But as long as you answer my question honestly, I will send you on the road. Why do you have such a pure demonic spirit? What is your identity?

The man replied handsomely, "My lord's demonic spirit is born. You don't care what my identity is, but the practitioner is indeed quite unreasonable. To tell you the truth, if I hadn't been for his low strength, he wouldn't have come to this damn place to practice, so he will end up like this."

"I've said everything I have to say. Kill me quickly. Don't be a gentleman!"

When Xing Hu heard the words, he suddenly accepted the smiles on his face. He raised his hands very seriously and replied seriously, "I'm not a gentleman!"

A huge one hand fell on the man's forehead. He only felt that his eyes were dark, and then he was no longer unconscious.

Xing Hu withdrew his hand that fell on the other party's head, turned to look at him calmly, and said lightly, "I just won't kill you. What can you do with me?"

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