The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 864 Killing the Purple Corpse
To be honest, my use of gang steps is not that skilled and powerful.

The reason should be that I started late. I didn’t get in touch with these things until I was seven or eight years old. By the time I made a little progress in my steps, I was already twelve or thirteen years old. Compared to people in this environment, I started extremely late.

An obvious example is Xiao Yizi.

He is only two years older than me, but he is much stronger than me. To be honest, if it weren't for luck and Daxiong's help, I would definitely not be Xiao Yizi's opponent in terms of punches and kicks.

I know this very well in my heart, so I have never dared to belittle myself.

I don't know why my grandfather suddenly opened up and let me practice Gangbu, Ghost Medicine Boxing and Ningjia Taishu. Maybe before I was seven or eight years old, he was always in a hesitant and difficult choice, so I Congenitally started later than these children of the same age.

But I also have my strengths. My strengths are that I learn things very fast and have great inspiration!

Speaking of inspiration, this is almost the most powerful of all my advantages. I can detect some subtle clues ahead of others, and I can also detect the opponent's movement and purpose when confronting the enemy.

Just like the purple corpse in front of him, his footsteps seem to be jumping, and they seem to be floating, in short, very fast.

I stepped up, and after stepping quickly, the righteousness of the sky has been superimposed several layers, and I can already keenly feel some visions on the soles of the purple corpse's feet.

Jump, float, lean forward!

This is the law!
That's right!What I noticed was the law!
Everything in this world has laws, and the movements of the purple corpse are also regular, just like the steps under my feet, there are also laws.

A thought gradually became clear in my mind. It seemed that the direction and the flu I took with my feet were born to deal with these evil spirits!
That is to say, no matter how I step on the gang, it will bring harm to these evil spirits. It just depends on how I use the gang to maximize its utility and whether the damage can be increased to the greatest extent.

Feeling the law of the other party, I seemed to be enlightened, and I touched the threshold of my father's previous gang footwork. I couldn't do his stomping to stop the speed of the silver corpse, but I can use A slightly crude way.

What's more, what I'm facing is not a silver corpse, but a purple corpse that is much worse than the silver corpse!

My slightly crude approach is - my dad stomps, I'm a big deal!

So I lifted my left leg, stomped it hard, then raised my leg again, and stomped it again!
One foot, two feet, three feet...

I stomped my feet desperately, ignoring the air currents flowing in my body and the layers of turbulent air on the ground. When I felt a little numb in my legs, I found that the body of the purple corpse stopped in the air. It was very difficult to swim towards me.

That's right, just swimming, like a spacewalk in zero gravity, every movement is difficult and slow.

Sir, is this the effect?

I knew that my next move should be to rush up, grab the purple corpse's arm like my father did, and then domineeringly throw it over her shoulder.

But I moved, my body swayed, and I almost fell.

His uncle's, using too much force will make his legs numb!
Don't ask me why I'm numb, you numb when you stomp.

It doesn't matter if my legs are numb, but this time I lose my strength, my whole body twists, and the situation that I finally formed disappeared all at once, and the qi slowly dissipated. It slowly landed on the ground, which was a bit strange, but I immediately reacted and slammed into my neck!
I rely on!What is this called pretending to be forced to fail?Why am I so sad?

Seeing the purple corpse throw me down, I kicked my feet and took the pose of a rabbit fighting an eagle, kicking the purple corpse a few inches away.

It can only be a few inches. This purple corpse is completely different from the flying corpses, corpses, and walking corpses that I have encountered before. His body is like a steel plate, heavy and hard, and he can kick it away. The inch distance is also the reason why I still have a few undissipated Gang Qi under my feet.

I finally understand why Chao Youxi, who has a walking corpse, looks so happy. A purple corpse is so powerful, how powerful is the silver corpse?
I felt my father's strength more intuitively, destroying the purple corpse in a flash, destroying the silver corpse in a matter of seconds, and blowing up the golden corpse with one punch. Is this still a human?
Uh, it seems that scolding him is equal to scolding myself...

The difference between everyone is really big. They are all surnamed Ou. My father abused these corpses as if they were playing. How could I be abused and played like a game?
At this moment, I kicked the purple corpse, but he didn't let go of my neck, but leaned over and bit my neck.

Naturally, I couldn't let Ya's treachery succeed. With a flick of my hand, I took out my golden sword to ward off evil, and stabbed it into the purple corpse's heart.

The purple corpse felt the power of the golden saber in my hand, and actually released the palm very quickly, and jumped back violently, dodging my knife.

"Your uncle's, I'm not a coward, but bullying me? No way!"

I was also annoyed by this purple corpse, and I took a step forward again.

This time, I have experience. I started walking around the purple corpse in circles, and the layers of heavenly qi instantly surrounded the purple corpse in the middle. His movements were gradually disturbed by the qi. Start to slow down.

I quickly walked around him, and when the qi on the soles of my feet restrained his movements to the point where it was difficult to move, I beat the underdog without hesitation—the golden sword to ward off evil spirits was stuck in its heart!

When our family's ancestral dark sword poked on the purple corpse, black energy lingered, and the purple corpse instantly turned into fly ash.

When my golden sword to ward off evil spirits was stuck on it, it made a creaking sound, as if his uncle's was fried in oil.

I don't know what kind of reaction this is, anyway, this purple corpse is like a large piece of fried lard in front of my eyes, turned into a pool of smelly corpse oil!
And my little golden sword to ward off evil was also covered with a layer of corpse oil and turned black.

I feel distressed in my heart. Obviously, the little golden knife to ward off evil is not used to deal with these zombies. I seem to be wasting resources.

At this moment, my father swayed and appeared in front of me. He grabbed the small golden knife and wiped it twice, "Unfortunately, this knife, this ancient artifact will need to be warmed up for at least two years."

When he said that, I felt even more distressed.

　Watching the news today, an empty car crashed into people bizarrely, my first reaction was why do tragedies always happen?feel sad.The second reaction was—couldn’t it be a blood sedan chair?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)