God Killer

() The ghost horse took a step forward, twisted his waist and swung his fist. The fist made a loud bang in the air. Before it arrived, there was already a sudden wind pressure that made Zheng Xian almost unable to breathe.

It felt like someone was crowding Zheng Xian from all around, making it difficult for Zheng Xian to move an inch. He could only stand there blankly, eyes wide open, watching the fist coming, waiting to be beaten!

Zheng Xian even heard every joint in the ghost horse's body cracking like popping beans.

Zheng Xian, who has become a cultivator of immortals, can also punch this punch, but it needs at least four seconds of brewing time to use the power of vitality to keep gathering in the fist, and this ghost horse can do it!

You are still holding back your big move, and when someone makes a move, this is the gap!

The four seconds of a cultivator and the four seconds of an ordinary person are not the same concept. In four seconds, a cultivator is enough to swallow a large living person.

If Zheng Xian was not a cultivator, he would definitely not be able to avoid this punch, and the sudden wind pressure alone would definitely not be able to deal with it alone!

This fist hit Zheng Xian's head firmly. Zheng Xian's body was lifted up like a hamster being kicked, and hit the wall fiercely. Zheng Xian's blood was on the wall. Left a splatter mark!

Then Zheng Xian's body slowly slid down from the wall along with a large piece of wall covering.

The ghost horse waved his hand to scatter the dust in front of his eyes, and the original spotless leather shoes were now covered with a thick layer of wall dust!

The ghost horse stood there leisurely, waiting for the smoke and dust in the house to gradually settle down.

The ghost horse obviously has considerable confidence in the power of its fist. If this punch is thrown, the average person will immediately have a concussion and become demented. Considering that Zheng Xian is a hunter, his ability to resist blows must be stronger than ordinary people, so the ghost horse will Sixty percent of his strength was used.

Even with [-]% strength, according to the ghost horse's estimation, this punch is enough to make Zheng Xian's mind go blank for a period of time, lying on the ground like a dead dog and unable to get up!

After the smoke and dust settled down, the ghost horse walked up to Zheng Xian, who was buried under the wall, stretched out his feet on Zheng Xian's clothes while polishing his leather shoes, and said, "The pain in your body should make you think clearly, right? Can you answer my question?"

At this time, Zheng Xian, who was lying on the wall and seemed unable to move, had a big hole in his cheekbone, and seven or eight teeth were all knocked off by this punch, but the big hole was slowly closing. After calming down, the fallen teeth continued to grow and sprout in Zheng Xian's teeth like bamboo shoots.All this happened quietly under the cover of wall skin and dust.

Zheng Xian spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled, but he didn't get up from the wall, and murmured weakly: "I said it, I don't like answering questions! I'll ask you! Yun Zhong is the one who specializes in deceiving little ones." Girl go to the bastard in the wild, who are you? Do you know that you are in big trouble? You are going to kill a Godhunter, and the next thing waiting for you is endless revenge! When the time comes You and the locusts outside your door are all going to die!"

Just polished his leather shoes brightly and showed a disdainful expression on his ghostly face. The pointed leather shoes hit Zheng Xian's ribs hard, and this kick directly broke three of Zheng Xian's ribs. The pointed leather shoes even hit Zheng Xian's ribs. They were all embedded in Zheng Xian's right chest.

"You are like this, and you still want to test whether there are my subordinates outside? I can tell you clearly that you don't need subordinates at all to deal with an unequipped Godhunter. My subordinates are still there. In the opposite building."

"When I was in the United States, I stayed in Room 35 for three years. Do you know what it's called? The torture office!

No one can not tell the truth in our office, not even the toughest tough guy!

It was a place like purgatory, but in my heart, it was the last piece of pure land in the world, because it was the only place in the whole world where no lies existed. "

When Zheng Xian heard the words, the light in his eyes flickered slightly!

"Don't bring any of your subordinates? Are you not afraid of death and no one will collect the body for you?"

Hearing the words, Guima's smile became more intense, but those eyes became colder and colder.

"What do you have to rely on to say such things? Only people with equal strength are qualified to say such things in front of me! I hate chattering guys the most. Every time I meet such a guy, I will Tell him to hate his parents for giving birth to him!"

As the ghost horse said, it stretched out its hand and grabbed Zheng Xian's arm, and held Zheng Xian's upper arm and forearm with two hands respectively. At this moment, Zheng Xian felt the ghost horse's hands, which were much larger than ordinary people's hands. , Zheng Xian's arm is definitely not thin, but the thickest part is still pinched by the ghostly hand, unable to move.

As long as the ghost horse yelled fiercely between its hands, it would be able to dislocate the arm of the hunting god warrior in front of it. If the ghost horse twisted harder, it would be able to twist this arm into a rag and tear it off directly!

There was a cruel sneer on Guima's face.

At this moment, that guy who should have looked like a dead dog sprang up, pocketed his fist, and hit the ghost horse right on the nose, as if opening a dye shop, and the bright red color instantly That is to say, it bloomed on the face of the ghost horse.

Walking along the river all the year round, sooner or later you have to wet your shoes!If you see too many ghosts, you will eventually meet ghosts!

This is how the ghost horse feels at this time!

Zheng Xian hit Guima's nose with his first punch, and Guima's protruding nasal bone collapsed!

Immediately afterwards, the second punch hit the ghost horse's eye socket, black and white flowed out together with the sound of a cannon.

The severe pain hit, Guima finally crossed his hands and blocked his eyes!

The third punch is faster and more powerful than the first two punches!

The entire fist was like a spear, piercing through the arm that was defending the ghost horse's head, piercing through the gap between the hastily raised arms, and smashing hard on the ghost horse's forehead!

Blood gushed from Guima's head, and a large piece of scalp was blown off.

Then came the fourth punch!

This punch was thrown out, and there was a blunt sound like a blunt metal object smashing a bone, and the ghost horse's forehead received a second blow, this time directly smashing the ghost horse's forehead out of a big hole!

Fifth punch!

The ghost horse's head seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it was like a baseball being hit hard by a bat. It flew upside down, dragged away with its strong body, and flew away for more than four meters. Boom With a bang, the ghost horse's head hit the ground, and a small hole was smashed into the hard floor tiles, and the ghost horse's body became silent immediately.

At this moment, Zheng Xian revealed his most terrifying and ferocious side!

break my teeth?

Smash my cheekbones?

Shine shoes with my clothes?

Kick my ribs?

Without hesitation, Zheng Xian chased after him with a stride, and with one step, he wanted to trample the ghostly head that had been smashed by him!

This series of actions was done in one go, without any pause in the middle, and it was full of joy.

With a thud, the foot almost pierced through the floor of the attic, and the ghost horse that was lying motionless on the ground disappeared without a trace as if it had evaporated from the world.

Zheng Xian couldn't keep his eyes fixed slightly. The reason why Zheng Xian would rather take a punch than dodge the ghost horse's attack was that Zheng Xian didn't know how many immortal cultivators were in this room and outside the room. Before one o'clock, Zheng Xian must not be the first to use the power of the immortal cultivator. If anyone knows that he is the immortal cultivator hiding among the god hunting warriors, then he will soon become a lost dog!

Now that the old man Sweet Potato knew his identity as a cultivator, Zheng Xian already felt quite a headache. This identity must never be known by others!

When Zheng Xian learned from the ghost horse that he was the only one here, he had already calculated that he wanted to end the fight with five punches and one kick. Unexpectedly, all the first five punches went smoothly, only the last one was the last one. An important kick was missed!

Zheng Xian didn't know why the ghost horse suddenly disappeared, but in the world of immortal cultivators, everything is possible, it should be some kind of supernatural power, just like that guy came quietly.

Zheng Xian's eyes were shining brightly, and he kept cruising around the room.

The whole room was so silent that it made people feel oppressed and breathless.

At this moment, the toad on Zheng Xian's chest suddenly started to croak violently!