Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Chapter 738: One more person!

The fifth footstep? ? ?

Fang Guan Yang Wudi: “Mom, Laozi can’t help it anymore, do you hear the footsteps???”

Going out black octave: “Damn, I heard it too, is it possible that there are still living people here?”

What kind of black you are talking about: “Fuck you, didn’t you listen to the anchor, this is Yin Qi, Yin Qi! There can be a big living person, I am afraid it is a walking dead!”

The thunder shook in the sky: “Zongzi, this f*ck is more than a zongzi, I’ll take it, the anchor just got him!”

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The cold rut was also numb at the moment, and Long Lin heard the footsteps too, and stopped, but there was still a footstep, bang… 咚… 咚…

Long Lin looked at Hanzhe, Hanzhe nodded like her, and then Long Lin took a photo of the bright flashlight back, “Ah!” Long Lin whispered, and Hanzhe looked around, holding Zhan Lujian. Looking directly at the “person”.

It’s not so much a “human” as it is a big white-haired zongzi, covered with dense white hair, about half a meter long, half of his head is missing, and the brain is not known where it is, only half a black hole is left. Empty shell, with only one eye, with scarlet gaze, staring directly at the two of them.

Hanzhe was also uncomfortable being stared at by this kind of gaze, and the feeling of being like a man on his back made him very uncomfortable. Now he read the formula again, hoping to solve this spiritual thing with one move!

Fang Guan Yang Wudi: “What happened to this dude during his lifetime? Half of his head was gnawed.”

Going out black octave: “Oh, I’m going, this spirit thing still has white hair, it looks like that baboon.”

What kind of black do you mean by black: “Isn’t it, the big white-haired rice dumpling, this is not an ordinary rice dumpling, it has a certain level of cultivation!”

The thunder shook in the sky: “Yes, this is much better than the hairless rice dumplings in the movie and TV series. I guess it will take a hundred years of cultivation.”

Fang Guan Yang Wudi: “Man, a hundred years have gone too far. I haven’t seen the appearance of a modern person! At most, I have practiced for decades!”

…

Shui You are actually right. The white-haired big zongzi did have a certain cultivation base, and indeed has a profound cultivation base for a hundred years, but how modern people look like they have been dead for decades. With such a high level of cultivation, and can’t tolerate cold thinking, this big white-haired zongzi launched an offensive!

The big Baimao Zongzi roared, and immediately rushed towards Long Lin. The cultivation base of nearly a hundred years has given this big Zongzi a certain level of wisdom, and even his eyes can see it, which is by no means ordinary Zongzi. Compared to that, it vaguely felt that the cold rut was more threatening, so it chose to pounce on Long Lin, who looked much weaker next to the cold rut.

The speed was strange, Hanzhe quickly pushed Long Lin away, aimed at the big white-haired zongzi half a head and slashed over with a sword. This big white-haired zongzi looked cumbersome in shape, but was actually quite flexible.

I saw it actually changed lanes in the midair that it was leaping towards, just evading this deadly sword. Upon seeing this, it turned its wrist and changed it to a pat, and the sword was slapped against the big white-haired zongzi.

“Oh!” The big white-haired zongzi suffered from this blow. He was very painful and retreated three feet. It had been injured by the sword’s awe-inspiring righteousness, but the body of the giant zongzi was far from comparable to ordinary creatures. This blow was at best a minor injury. , It’s okay.

Hanzhe looked at the big rice dumplings retreating, and now it was a small step back, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

Room manager Yang Wudi: “I f*ck, this big guy is really f*ck fast.”

Going out in the dark, “Is this the legendary druid who drove a violent druid? It really looks like that.”

What kind of black do you mean by black: “It’s a bit hard to fight. If the anchor continues this trick, I feel that the white-haired dumplings can’t lose blood.”

The sky shook with thunder: “This product is a combination of an assassin and a tank, the anchor fighter must hold on!”

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Hanzhe panted slightly, and just repelled an attack by the big white-haired zongzi. This time, the big white-haired zongzi was even better, and he went directly to the bottom plate of the cold zong. , This f*ck is the rhythm of cutting off children and grandchildren.

“No, it will definitely be consumed by it going on like this.” Hanzhe thought, and made a decision now. Fight! Hanzhe used the “Nourishing Qi” technique once again, condensing most of the Haoran’s righteous energy around Long Lin’s body, but he was putting Haoran’s righteous energy into the body, barely resisting the degree of Yin Qi entering the body.

Long Lin was taken aback, “What are you doing, Hanzhe?” Hanzhe let go of Long Lin’s hand and waved her hand. Then he squeezed Zhanlu sword tightly and didn’t turn his head back to kill the big white-haired rice dumpling. Instead of just waiting to die, it was better to fight to the death, not to mention the outcome is uncertain!

Looking at Hanzhe’s unrelenting back, Long Lin was deeply moved, “Be careful, I’ll help you!” Pulling out the collected sword, she also rushed up.

She was shocked when she saw Long Lin stepping forward, “Be careful!” “It’s okay, I have experienced big scenes anyway, I attack the left side, you attack the right side!” Long Lin finished hurriedly, and slashed directly. Going up, Hanzhe saw it and slashed with a sword!

The big white-haired dumpling didn’t expect his opponent to turn from defense to offense. He hurriedly used his hands to defend. The two swords slashed up, and the sound of gold, iron, jade and stone burst out. I couldn’t hold the sword anymore, so I hurriedly held the sword with both hands and pressed it down desperately.

The big white-haired rice dumpling was also resisted with difficulty under the combined force of the two. The sword slashed on both hands, Haoran’s righteous spirit invaded the body of the big white-haired rice dumpling frantically, making a screaming sound, and the wound was charred and exuding an unpleasant stench.

“No way, we are the one who finally loses power when the stalemate continues!” Hanzhe said to Long Lin, “I will try the corpse-pressing mudra, it should work! Hold on!” Long Lin’s energy is almost gone, a little bit. Head, continue to press hard, the big sweat drops running down Jiao’s cheeks, “Then you hurry up, I can’t hold it anymore!”

Hanzhe let go of a hand, silently reciting the mantra of pressing the corpse mudra, and at the same time the gesture in the hand changed rapidly, and then he slapped it out with a palm! “The big zongzi eats my corpse handprint!”