Lord of the night.

Chapter 300 Do you know Jifen? [Update 11 for the Silver Alliance Dragon Tooth Order [Complete]]

However, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.

at last……

The last ray of sunlight disappeared over the horizon.

The night falls slowly, driving away the dusk inch by inch.

There was a loud bang, and trembling lines appeared in the air.

The swords collided fiercely, and with a whoosh, Fang Che's sword flew away from his hand.

Staggering back, the middle door opened wide.

Lao Xia smiled ferociously, without stopping at all, and stabbed directly into Fang Che's chest.

The battle is over.

Although this deacon Fang is a genius, he still cannot overcome such a large-level battle.

At this moment, Lao Xia was most proud.

"Roar!"

There was a muffled roar, like the sudden appearance of an ancient demon.

Fang Che, who was retreating, suddenly stared, and an overwhelming evil aura suddenly burst out.

At the same time, he didn't know when he had a knife in his hand.

The evil energy rolled into the sky and suddenly rushed towards Lao Xia, wrapping him tightly.

This is an absolute surprise!The opponent had clearly lost his sword, but when he was absolutely at a disadvantage, he actually erupted with such shocking evil energy!
Lao Xia Zhi's proud expression froze for a moment. He was swept away by the opponent's evil energy, and his head suddenly felt cold.

A chill rose from the tailbone, as if countless demons suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he had seen the people he had killed over the years turned into ghosts, asking for their lives!

In an instant, he was caught off guard and his mind was taken away!
He swung the knife desperately and backed away desperately.

He knew that this was an evil spirit seizing the soul, and that he was in chaos, but as long as he was given a chance to withdraw, he could still fight back.

Because the other party's true strength is definitely lower than yours!

But he had no chance.

Fang Che's cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Hate the sky without eyes! Hate the sky without words! Hate the sky without heart! Hate the sky without mercy!"

With a roar, the sword exploded with light, and the evil energy soaring into the sky came out, just like the door of hell opened, and all the ghosts came out.

Fang Che extremely mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and with the power of the third-level handsome level, he unleashed the first four of the Thirteen Blades of Hatred!

The hatred in his heart has reached its extreme!

In a dark cemetery, the endless light of swords was like a devil blinking.

A shrill scream sounded.

Lao Xia desperately fought back and blocked, but was unable to stop. First he was hit by a knife in his left hand, and his hand fell. From that moment on, the situation was over. His body was trembling and screaming, his body was surrounded by a torrential rain of sword light, and his body was hit by knives one after another.

Blood splattered on the chest.

Shoulder.

Left leg, right leg, back, lower abdomen...

Blood flew everywhere, and pieces of flesh flew up like Ling Chi.

"kill!"

Fang Che roared violently and slammed his shoulder into the opponent's chest.

Lao Xia was knocked out with a bang and hit Ren Chang's tombstone, dying.

His hands and feet were all gone.

opposite.

Fang Che staggered back seventeen or eighteen steps. His face, shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen were all covered with knife wounds, and thick blood spurted out from his mouth.

He was breathing heavily, but he didn't fall down.

Instead, as soon as he retreated, he rushed forward with a knife.

After seeing Lao Xia's dying state without arms or legs, he finally felt relieved.

The knife was hanging down and he was leaning on the ground. His body was shaking and his head was hanging. He was so tired that he couldn't even lift his head. He asked hoarsely: "Deacon Zhao, how are you!?"

Zhao Ying'er took the Danyun Divine Pill and slowly recovered from her injuries, but her own sword was so cruel that it hurt her heart.Still unable to move, he said weakly: "I...I seem to be fine..."

Fang Che was completely relieved and panted.

He felt that the remaining power of Danyun Divine Pill was slowly repairing his body.

Finally, he limped around, moved his body, and walked to Lao Xia.

Lao Xia was not dead yet. He stared at Fang Che with disbelief and despair: "How is it possible...how is it possible..."

"how is this possible!"

Fang Che gritted his teeth and said something, then hit the broken bone wound on his arm with the back of the knife.

Lao Xia screamed in agony, his voice was shrill.

bang bang bang! ...

Fang Che panted and dragged Lao Xia's body to a big rock.

Then he stuffed a few ordinary healing pills into Lao Xia's mouth.

With a big stone as a cushion, the back of the steel knife hit the wound and bone, inch by inch!
"They're all here to fool around...Don't faint, you bastard!"

boom! boom! boom!
Fang Che struck at him with the back of his knife.Lao Xia's screams didn't sound like human voices, they were life and death.

I finally fainted and woke up from pain again the next moment.

"You can scream, don't faint!"

Fang Che was panting violently, overdrawn too much, and still felt dizzy, but he persisted and hammered down meticulously.

He smiled and said coldly: "If you dare to go to the Cemetery of Heroes to act wild, then I will let all my colleagues and seniors watch a good show!"

"Look at how this little devil was tortured by me!"

"Everyone, let me vent your anger for you!" If it were somewhere else, Fang Che would be decapitated at most with one knife.But the other party chose to intercept and kill in the Heroic Spirit Cemetery, which Fang Che couldn't accept at all.Extremely angry!
Does this mean that the dead heroic spirits have to watch their comrades being killed without being able to do anything?
This kind of behavior and this kind of thinking will be broken into pieces no matter what!
Fang Che gasped and viciously struck down with the back of the knife. He was so meticulous and careful that he smashed Lao Xia's limbs into pieces inch by inch!
Lao Xia couldn't scream anymore and even wanted to commit suicide but couldn't do it.

"Don't bite your tongue...you won't die...we all know that's impossible...don't be so childish, or you can keep your tongue and scold me..."

Fang Che smashed it like crazy!

"I don't blame you for attacking us! But why did you come to desecrate the cemetery!"

"What's your name?" Lao Xia had already fainted from the pain.

Fang Che woke up with the back of his knife and said ferociously: "What's your name?"

"His name is Lao Xia. He sells wine. I just heard him say that he is from the Guangming Sect."

It was Zhao Yinger who spoke.

She forced herself to stand up and slowly moved over, wanting to help.

"Lao Xia! When I say harsh words, I often say, let you become a fan! Do you know what it means to be a fan? Today, I will let you know!"

Fang Che hit the shoulder with the back of the knife, and a bone shattered with a click: "You know, not only will I make you regret it, I will also make your sect regret having a believer like you!"

"What the hell are you! What the hell are you! Come here and act wild!"

Fang Che gritted his teeth and struck hard with the back of his knife.

Lao Xia kept screaming and cursing, and eventually he kept begging for mercy: "Give me a good time... a good time..."

But Fang Che ignored it.

Smashing carefully inch by inch, regardless of fatigue, until the end, finally smashed Lao Xia's head!

A wisp of black mist rose and disappeared.

In the darkness of the night, white mist rises from the Cemetery of Heroes.

In the dense fog, there seemed to be people wearing clothes guarding the main hall, looking at it happily.Watch your enemies being tortured and killed.

In a daze, Fang Che seemed to see Ren Chang's face in it. The old man was wearing new clothes, holding hands with Kong Xiang, and looking at him with a smile!

"That's great. It seems like you, old boy, will understand life after death."

Fang Che couldn't help but show a warm smile. He panted heavily, feeling that his spiritual power began to gather, his injuries began to recover, and his breathing slowly became stable.

Swinging his body, he stood up.

Turning his head, facing Ren Chang's tombstone, he said: "Old Ren, another day has passed...I will smash this bastard to death in front of your tomb, won't you be satisfied?"

The thick fog drifted by, and it seemed that Ren Chang's smiling face flashed past.

Zhao Ying'er covered her chest and walked over slowly: "Fang Che, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Fang Che turned around and smiled.

"You, your face?" Zhao Ying'er looked at the wounds on Fang Che's face heartbrokenly. The expression on his face made Fang Che think that the sky was falling.

"It's okay, I'll recover in two days."

Fang Che himself didn't care, it was just a wound.

I have to admire women's magical brain circuits. It doesn't matter any other injuries. It doesn't matter what kind of injuries they have, as long as they are not on the face.

And even a small cut on the face can cause immediate collapse...

"Let's go."

Fang Che bowed to the countless tombstones and said to Zhao Ying'er.

"This...is not going to be tidied up here?"

"No more cleaning up."

Fang Che said: "Wouldn't it be a great thing for the seniors to watch that the body of this demon sect is exposed in the wilderness like this?"

He moved his body and felt that nothing was wrong.

Because he was still fighting after taking Danyun Shendan, the power of Danyun Shendan had been fully exerted this time, but he still had not fully recovered.

Originally, I could fully recover by taking another Danyun Shendan.

But Fang Che couldn't bear it.

It's better to save this kind of thing to save lives in a life-or-death situation.

Now... isn't it just some wounds, the bones are not broken, what are you afraid of?
Zhao Ying'er, on the other hand, thought more. This kind of elixir was so miraculous that it could heal a fatal injury like hers. Fang Che definitely didn't have much in his hands.

I'm afraid it will be gone if I eat it for myself.

I didn't see that he had so many wounds on his body, but he didn't take any medicine?
He said distressedly: "Wait a moment, I will help you bandage your wound."

Fang Che disagreed: "This wound..."

But seeing Zhao Ying'er's eyes full of tears, she had no choice but to give in: "Okay, it just so happens that it needs to be bandaged."

Zhao Yinger bandaged it carefully.

Fang Che felt weak all over, so he had nothing to say and said, "This demon is really cruel and ruthless, and he actually stabbed you in the heart."

Zhao Ying'er said quietly: "He didn't hurt me, I inserted it myself."

puff!
Fang Che almost choked: "Why?"

"I am a woman. Some things are more terrifying to women than death."

Zhao Ying'er's voice was calm, but her body was trembling slightly, and she said: "As for such a demon, my cultivation level is too low. Only Jiang Jiu, in front of him, has almost no chance to make a move. He can find an opportunity to commit suicide. Very lucky.”

Fang Che was silent.

Liangjiu said harshly: "This devil kid is so easy to take advantage of! I should have hit him a few more times!"

Puchi!

Zhao Ying'er burst into tears and smiled, saying: "You have already smashed people into pieces like flour, how else do you want to smash them? I have never smashed garlic like this at home."

Fang Che: "..."

Do you want to smash the garlic too?

I always put it in my mouth and crack it like melon seeds...

(End of this chapter)