Jinyiwei's Killing God System

Chapter 188
A fog suddenly rose on the side of the road.

This unexplained fog, accompanied by dark clouds and lightning, seemed to be about to have a winter thunderstorm.

The old man and the children beside the road screamed in fright and ran away in all directions, because they saw four corpse-like figures coming out of the fog.

The faces of these four people all showed a gray-white color like rotting dead flesh. If their eyes were not open, if they were not still walking, they would definitely be regarded as dead people.

Blood Corpse!
These four blood corpses condensed out of the fog like ghosts. Before Nangong Wushang drew his sword, they had already divided into four directions and surrounded Nangong Wushang.

These four blood corpses are all dressed in gold armor, with the characters "Wu", "Lu", "Qi" and "Ba" engraved on their chests.Like the "Tianhou Blood Corpse" that Yan Long saw in the old city, they are also one of the nine blood corpses refined by the Magic Palace.

Corresponding to the font names of "Wu", "Lu", "Qi" and "Ba", they are "Chaotic Blood Corpse", "梼杌 Blood Corpse", "Qongqi Blood Corpse" and "Glutton Blood Corpse".

Behind these four blood corpses, there is a man in white who is completely wrapped up, leaving only a pair of eyes.Because his whole body is white, he almost blends into the snow scene behind him.

When he spoke, his voice was like pig iron rubbing against the teeth of a saw.

He said to Nangong Wushang: "Nangong Wushang, I just want the parchment you took from Yin Datong. Put this thing down, and you can go."

Nangong Wushang's current level of martial power is the high level of the Xiantian Realm, but his martial skills are excellent. Under his use, his internal power is like a work of art, and every penny has a natural beauty. beauty.Every time he swings his sword, it is like activating the power of nature, which can produce great power, so Jianghu calls him the strongest swordsman among the younger generation.

His combat power is much stronger than many master masters, which is also the reason for his self-confidence.

After hearing the words of the mysterious man in white, Nangong Wushang frowned and said, "What if I refuse?"

The mysterious man in white sighed: "There is no such thing. You have only one choice."

Nangong Wushang smiled and said: "Okay!" Then he drew his sword.

He draws his sword like he writes a poem, one line is one line, simple and neat, but with profound artistic conception.

His sword strikes are like rubbings on steles, neat and dignified, with the force of a thunderbolt.

It is not without reason that Linglong said that he was born to be a master of swords.

In front of Nangong Wushang was the No. [-] blood corpse "梼杌". He had a square face with a huge mouth, white teeth exposed, and a long-handled sickle in his hand.

After Nangong Wushang's Qiuli Sword condensed its energy, the tip of the sword trembled violently until the tip of the sword turned into a ball of white light. Nangong Wushang quickly stepped forward and stabbed "梼杌" in the face with his sword.

The sword was very fast, but "梼杌" swung his head and unexpectedly dodged Nangong Wushang's thunderous blow.

The sword edge slashed across his neck wrapped in gold armor, the sword energy split the gold armor, scratched his neck, and the gray-white blood shot out.

Nangong Wushang slashed horizontally with his sword, trying to cut off "梼杌"'s head along the cracks in the golden armor.

However, he didn't have this chance.

The moment he made the second move, the long-handled sickle of "梼杌" had already slashed towards him with a sharp sound and a dazzling arc.

Nangong Wushang held the sword in his right hand, and still carried the brocade box containing Sheng Yin Datong's head in his left hand. With a kick of his foot, he lifted himself up in the air, and the long scythe slashed across the sole of his shoe.

The tip of Nangong Wushang's sword trembled, and he struck down in the air, and the tip of the sword pierced "梼杌" between the eyebrows.

"梼杌" didn't seem to notice, he just turned the long sickle upwards, and the hook blade went straight to Nangong Wushang's back.

Until now, Nangong Wushang discovered a problem, "梼杌" didn't mind being hit by him very much, so every time "梼杌" used the ultimate move of burning jade and stone.But Nangong Wushang is different from the blood corpse, he is an ordinary body and cannot imitate this style of play.

Therefore, he can only change his moves in the air.He drew back the sword swiftly, shrank his body, tapped the handle of the long sickle, pulled up his figure again, and jumped onto the snow behind "梼杌".

At this time, the luxurious carriage in the distance was getting closer and closer to them.

Nangong Wushang had just stabilized his feet when a mass of something like a giant rolling stone stirred up snowflakes all over the sky and bumped towards him.

——No. [-] Blood Corpse "Chaos".

I saw his body bent into a ball, holding a big round iron shield, roaring and bumping towards him.

The energy was like thunder, rolling in, like the moment a mountain torrent broke through the dam, this energy, with Nangong Wushang's quick sword, could not be resisted head-on.

He can only avoid.

He lifted himself up.

Like a flying bird, it passed over the giant shield.

If it was just this move, he would have avoided it.

It's a pity that there are four blood corpses.

In addition to "梼杌" and "Chaos", there are also "Qongqi" and "Gaotie".

Nangong Wushang was still in the air, "Qongqi"'s tooth-shaped joint whip had already struck his back.

Nangong Wushang's zhenqi was completely exhausted in the successive moves just now, he could only take a breath in the air, with his skill, the breath only takes an instant, but an instant is long enough.

He just slowed down a little.

The tooth-shaped knuckle whip cut through the falling snowflakes, shattered his protective qi, and sliced ​​into his back.

"Crackling", the white shirt on Nangong Wushang's back seemed to be torn apart by thunder, the blood splashed like water, and then dispersed like fog.

Nangong Wu spurted blood from his wound.

He didn't stop, he knew that as long as he stopped, he would be torn apart by these four monsters immediately.

He used his strength to jump into the distance.

At this time, the luxurious carriage was within easy reach.

Nangong Wushang swept towards the woods beside the road.

"As long as we can cross that birch tree, we can use the cover of the forest to break the siege of these four people."

So his body is like a broken puppet at this moment, he feels that every time he moves, the internal organs are oozing blood.His figure can no longer be as fast as usual.

So, when he darted towards the tall white birch, there was already the eighth blood corpse standing in front of the birch.

— Gluttony.

Taotie's golden armor was covered with ice crystals, but it wasn't because of the cold weather, but because of his martial arts, his hands were wearing a pair of iron claws, and now there was icy cold qi lingering on them.As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Nangong Wushang's Tanzhong acupoint.

Before the claws reached his body, Nangong Wushang's body felt as if he had been struck by an ice knife, and the icy energy penetrated into his blood, making his body seem to be about to lose its vitality.

At this moment, Nangong Wushang drew out his sword.

His sword faced the "Xuan crampons" of the blood corpse of "Taotie".

The sword pierced "Gao Tie"'s Laogong acupoint, the golden armor of his claws shattered, and "Gao Tie" left thumb was broken off at the root.

The sharpness of Qiuli sword's destruction of gold and jade can be seen.

But it was of no use, because "Taotie" didn't care about the injury to his left hand at all, his left claw was still scratching towards Nangong Wushang's Tanzhong acupoint.

At this time, the luxury carriage was already in front of them.

The carriage was driven by a delicate and delicate girl like ice jade, she said: "Nangong Wushang."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the curtain of the car was thrown open.

A brilliant sword energy gushed out from inside the car, and slashed towards the left hand of the blood corpse of "Taotie".

This sword seems to come from the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.

With fairy aura, but also with extremely powerful evil aura!
"Taotie"'s left hand and claw melted like ice and snow meeting magma.

The ice crystals on his claws melted, and then the golden armor melted, and then his hands began to shatter inch by inch, and the gray-white blood was destroyed by the sword energy, and shot out, like the most brilliant fireworks during the New Year's festival.

"Gluttony"'s huge body was shaken a foot away.

Nangong Wushang stood on the ground with a sword, knelt on one knee, his shirt drenched in sweat, his eyes stared at the other three blood corpses that rushed over again, and suddenly felt the sadness of the last battle of his life.

At this time, behind him, a cold and melodious voice sounded: "Nangong Wushang, you should not fight anymore, I will deal with the rest."

Nangong Wushang turned around and saw four people, three women and a little girl!

(End of this chapter)