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Chapter 55 Baiyue strikes! (Please follow up!)

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
A dull sound of hammering the ground resounded on the streets of this northern city, which seemed particularly abrupt.

The door of a luxurious mansion creaked and opened a crack, and the servant rubbing his sleepy eyes cursed and tried to see which blind man dared to make trouble here in the middle of the night.

But just as he poked his head out, he saw a scene he would never forget.

It was a mighty giant, at least one foot tall, and the strange scarlet tattoo on his body could be seen through the moonlight, and the same pattern also appeared on his resolute and cold face.

And that dull loud noise was because he trapped an extremely thick white stone pillar with chains, and it seemed to be running effortlessly on his shoulders.

The servant rubbed his eyes repeatedly to make sure that he was not mistaken, and quickly closed the door of the mansion, pretending not to see it.And Wushuang Ghost didn't pay attention to him, but just unswervingly moved towards his goal.

Finally, he saw his target, and held the stone pillar on his shoulder in his hands. The end of the stone pillar dragged along the ground, making a heavy friction sound, dragging a long white scratch on the street.

"drink!"

A loud shout came from Wushuang Ghost's throat, and the white stone pillar was lifted high with the speed of running, and smashed towards the gate of the mansion in front of him.

At the same time, on the courtyard wall, men in black raised their small crossbows one after another, and the ready-to-go arrows finally flew out. The rain of arrows flew towards Wushuang like locusts flying in the night. ghost.

But Wushuang Ghost didn't seem to bother with dodging and blocking at all, letting the sharp arrow fall on him, and then bounced away easily.

Even the killers in the trap couldn't help being stunned, the rain of arrows not only failed to nail Wushuang ghost into a hornet's nest, it didn't even cut through a layer of skin.

But the stone pillar in Wushuang Gui's hand fell from a high place, revealing his ruthless eyes, and smashed the gate heavily.

For a moment, the killers in the trap couldn't help being a little confused.

Assassins like them are most afraid of encountering this kind of guy with copper skin and iron bones, such as the disciple of Wei Guo's Armored Sect, and the physical strength of this person in front of him is definitely outstanding even in the Armored Sect.

"Everyone, take the antidote!"

"Team [-] and Team [-] go up and delay! Team [-], Team [-] and Team [-] are ready to throw poison!"

As the leader of this team, and also a killer at the level of a net killer, his reaction is relatively quick.

He didn't know what the origin of Wushuang Ghost was, but it should be similar to the Pijiamen disciples.And what the Pijiamen disciples are most afraid of is poison. He is not sure if the poison will have any effect on Wushuang Ghost's skin, but their poison is not pure venom, but poisonous gas.

Even one of the best fighters in the Armored Sect has a fragile body inside.Unless they can not breathe for a long time, once the poisonous gas enters the body, even the strongest disciples of the Armored Sect will be poisoned.

Under the command of the leader of the net, everyone immediately took a pill, and then the killers of the two teams put on long swords and rushed towards Wushuang Ghost.Wushuang Ghost didn't wait for them to attack first, but launched an offensive first. Holding the stone pillar with one hand, it seemed that he just pushed forward lightly. Then fly out.

The blood spattered by the snare killer splashed onto Wushuang Ghost's face, as if arousing the bloodiness of the beast, he took another step forward, swept the stone pillar in his hand, and blasted several snare killers away in one breath , the broken pieces of flesh and blood were sprayed on the white stone pillars, stained with a mournful bright red.

Not just the white stone pillar, Wushuang Ghost's left hand was not idle either, and his casserole-sized fist kept hitting the snare killer who was trying to stop him, like a tiger preying on a lamb.

"Team one, team two, retreat!"

"Team three, team four, team five, throw!"

The small bottles made of crystal were thrown out by the snare killers, drawing a perfect arc.

And just as these crystal bottles filled with poisonous gas were about to fall to the ground, there was a hissing sound coming from all directions, and the poisonous snakes spouting snake letters suddenly grew their mouths and swallowed each of the crystal bottles!
An old man with disheveled white hair leaned on a cane and slowly walked through the door of the mansion that had been smashed into a big hole. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking the group of people in front of him. Use poison in general.

"Everyone step back!"

With a shout, Zhang Ji's figure appeared in front of the Wushuang ghost, and a black inner force permeated the black long sword and rushed towards the Wushuang ghost who was far taller than him.

The murderous Zhanlu sword turned into a sharp afterimage, and the black afterimage hit Wushuang Ghost's neck directly, but Wushuang Ghost raised his right hand abruptly and held the sword firmly.

"what!"

Although the Wushuang ghost holding the Zhanlu sword prevented Zhang Ji's sword, he did not block the astonishing momentum. With the momentum turned into force, Zhang Ji's body, which was far smaller than the Wushuang ghost, erupted with a powerful force. The momentum knocked the Wushuang ghost into the ruins at the gate of the mansion, and the generous back hit the ruins without leaving any white marks.

Zhang Ji focused his gaze. Although Wushuang Ghost is only in the second-rate realm, his body of copper and iron is really difficult to deal with. Coupled with his extraordinary reaction speed, if it wasn't for him just now, he still has a second hand. Face to face will also suffer some losses.

The Wushuang ghost who fell in the ruins slowly got up. Although the skin on his body was intact, the pain still existed.Feeling the pain, he was like an increasingly ferocious beast, running towards Zhang Ji, and his extremely heavy fist smashed towards Zhang Ji angrily with an indomitable momentum.

The lightning flashed under Zhang Ji's feet, and the lightning flashed around, easily dodging the Wushuang ghost's fist.Seeing that the snare killers were in a state of embarrassment against the Hundred Poison King, Zhang Ji stopped holding back and launched a swift offensive.

Mozi's swordsmanship: two inks connected!

This is the most suitable sword technique among Mozi's sword techniques. Without giving the opponent a chance to breathe, seven consecutive sword strikes wrapped in a huge amount of black internal force, almost without any interval between them.

The extremely fierce Jian Guang couldn't keep up with even the Wushuang ghost who was born superhuman this time, and he couldn't even see the afterimage that was as dark as ink, so he could only let Zhan Lu fall on the ground with his sword and sword. own body.

Following the clear and loud noises, Wushuang Ghost suddenly groaned in pain, his huge body was on the verge of falling, his left leg went limp, and he knelt on the ground with one knee.

His kneecaps were shattered, and his ribs were broken in many places. Even though the recovery power of a man with copper skin and iron bones far exceeds that of ordinary people, he will no longer be able to participate in battles in a short period of time.

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PS: I'm really sorry, there is really only one update, which is already the result of the author's five hours of bacteria.

It has been more than 38 hours since I found out that the question was over 24 degrees. The fever has not subsided, and the whole person is in a daze. go down.

And it hurts too much.When I want to code words, my throat is so uncomfortable that I can’t speak. I want to type, but the joints in my body hurt like hell, and my head is still hurting. Writing these two thousand words is really my limit.

I really hope that everyone can understand the author's difficulties, and don't choose to keep books and not follow up because of this, thank you!
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