Chapter 50 Chapter Fifty-second

At this moment, the white paper fan looked like a ghost. The clothes on his body have been completely taken off, leaving only a pair of black underpants to cover up his indecent things.From the neck down, the body, arms, and thighs, all the meat on it has been rotten, grayish white, or pink, bleeding pus, and there are many blackheaded maggots and corpses crawling on it; even if there is no rotten place, it is all Red or black pimples are especially scary.The black mist of persistent resentment that swam around his body disappeared, apparently because of Huiming's plot just now, and lost most of his skills.

However, Huiming didn't seem to have figured out what kind of treasure was on the white paper fan, just like I had a mirror on my body, avoiding his long-planned killing blow and surviving. Just as he had worried before, Luo Qingyu, the white paper fan, didn't care about the oath he made to the goddess of faith at all. As soon as he climbed out of the pool, he inserted his hands into Huiming's chest without hesitation. The knife cut Huiming's heart and lungs in a coma, causing a stir.Huiming, who was on the verge of death, woke up at the last moment and found that his chest had been cut open. He immediately glared and let out a howl of anger and unwillingness.

However, in order to knock out the magic light in the black pool demon's body, the seal of the vase formed absorbs all the strength in his body. What he can do at this moment is to howl in a flash of light. I did not step forward to rescue, but dragged Kato Aya who was on the ground, and retreated four or five meters behind. At this moment, I am also dizzy, with a frenzied fear in my heart-Nimma, I am not dead like this.Old monk Huiming, it's no wonder that your achievements are limited. Whether it's means or luck, they are all inferior. Huiming stretched out his hands at the last moment, firmly grasped the hand that was inserted into his chest by the white paper fan, and howled with all his strength: "Why?"

Looking at this old man who had raised and taught him for more than 20 years, Bai Zhifan laughed wildly, and the muscles on his face twitched.He replied: "It's hatred. I live like a human, a ghost, and I hate you! I want to prove that one day, I will be stronger than you. I will kill you with my own hands, and then let you My family will always live in regret, regretting why they treated me like a dog..." Under the stirring of the white paper fan, Huiming closed his eyes forever. Perhaps he hadn't even finished listening to his apprentice's confession, so he passed away with regret and unwillingness.I dragged the heavy Kato Aya, and struggled to crawl back, as if the farther away from that demon, the more secure I felt.Seeing Huiming holding his breath, the white paper fan raised his head and stared at me, with a strange bright red on his face: "You killed my senior sister, the only woman in my life, and the woman I hate the most. I should I hate you, but I should thank you..."

As I stepped back, I cursed angrily, "Fuck, it's none of my business, I didn't do anything to that old lady Jia Wei!" "Master..." Just as the two of us were confronting each other, a voice of grief and indignation suddenly came from the south.I raised my head, and saw Zhao Xingrui flashing in from a direction in the southwest corner, rushing towards this direction.Seeing Lao Zhao looking at Huiming's body in such grief and indignation, and hearing the name he called, I realized that Lao Zhao seemed tangled along the way. It turned out that he was the secret agent arranged by the old monk Huiming by my side.

Seeing the man in the topknot calling for Master, the white paper fan stopped walking, quietly looked at Lao Zhao who was running up to him, smiled playfully, and said, so it is My junior brother, why do you want to dress up as a Taoist? Old Zhao's body was also full of wounds, bloody, and when he saw that the murderer who killed his teacher called him his junior, his face suddenly became sullen, and with one stroke of the mahogany sword in his hand, he said, Buddha is the way.You bastard, wait for me to clean up the door for Master!After speaking, he raised his sword and stabbed forward, aggressively.

However, after the previous battle, Lao Zhao's physical strength was also exhausted, and he only relied on the breath of his heart. After the first few ferocious killing moves, his steps suddenly frivolous, he staggered, and fell to the ground.The white paper fan didn't pay much attention to the friendship between teachers and brothers, so it grabbed Lao Zhao's neck with a swipe of its claws. At this time, a flying knife shot in front of the sharp nails of the white paper fan, and a large group of sparks burst out. Old Zhao dodged such a blow, rolled on the ground, stood up, with a look of grief and indignation.

Immediately afterwards, Ba Zhigang, the black-faced instructor who followed Huiming, rushed over with Zhu Ke, Bai Lutan, Wang Xiaojia and others.A white shadow flew by, and Duo Duo threw herself into my arms crying: "Brother Lu Zuo, woo woo...are you injured?" I hold Dodo tightly.I saw Qin Zhen and Will also appearing on the edge of the pool, staggering, but still able to persevere, knowing that they had almost finished the two offerings, I couldn't help but calm down. Seeing such a large group of people surrounding him, the white paper fan was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't even have the intention of running away. He stood with his hands behind his back and waited quietly for these people to surround him.When Ba Zhigang saw Huiming's death, and saw the number two member of the ghost-faced robe club with a dead pig's face that was not afraid of boiling water, he couldn't help but sternly said, Luo Qingyu, your robe brother will kill the members of my training camp this time. If you are shaken, you will be surrounded and suppressed like ten years ago.If you are interested, hurry up and grab it...

Seeing the people from the Secret Service surrounded him, Bai Zhifan was not afraid, but looked at the black-faced man in front of him with some disdain, and said coldly: "This time, if the general Lin Qiming, who is the subordinate of the big devil in the Black Hand Shuangcheng, Leading the team, I might have retreated. But, Ba Zhigang, you are a teacher trapped in the mountains. You practice these fledgling rookies all day long, relying on the aftermath of the top to intimidate your subordinates, and you think you are very good? Yours? Your strength may not be as good as some of the students in the training camp, but you are just a technocrat, I may not be afraid of you!"

Ba Zhigang's black face turned pale when he was mercilessly slapped by the white paper fan, and he became angry from embarrassment, and shouted: "Fart!" Seeing Ba Zhigang's reaction, Bai Zhifan smiled instead.He wiped the blood from his hands on Huiming who was on the ground, then pulled the Heitan demon corpse curled up from the ground, held it up in front of his chest like a shield, and said, Ba Zhigang, if you really want to Prove your dignity, then come here and fight with me who is seriously injured and weak.If you win, I will take back what I just said, otherwise, you will bear the name of a softie and teach your lovely students well.

Even now, this white paper fan is still playing tricks.Surrounded by people, he even tricked the black-faced instructor into a one-on-one fight with him, trying to kill us one-on-one.But at the moment, my whole body is sore and weak, not to mention stepping forward to punch a Taiping fist, even standing up feels unsustainable. If the fat worm hadn't entered my body again, I would probably be lying on the ground now. However, I really admire this guy's ability. After being beaten into such a state, he can still arouse the anger of the black-faced instructor, and then win the battle with absolute confidence.But at this time, who is stupid enough to be able to fall into his aggressive method, and what kind of troublesome one-on-one confrontation with him? Zhu Ke, the two strange youths, Qin Zhen, Wang Xiaojia, Bai Lutan and Lao Zhao all stepped forward step by step, ready to capture the zombie-like figure in front of them.However, Ba Zhigang, who had been sullenly all this time, waved his hand suddenly and said, stop, wait for me to deal with him! His words stunned everyone, thinking they heard it wrong, but when he said it again with a sullen face, we knew that he was going to play for real.Obviously, in order to prove himself, Ba Zhigang resolutely chose to fight. Huiming is dead, and now Ba Zhigang is the boss, so no one dares to question his words.So everyone withdrew their hands and stood guard.As soon as Ba Zhi said to fight, he stretched out his hands, and immediately four or five flying knives flew like arrows, and flew in front of the white paper fan.This guy shrank like an ape, and hid his whole body behind the silent black pool demon corpse. With a few tinkling sounds, those flying knives couldn't penetrate half an inch, and they all fell to the ground.Ba Zhigang strode forward, rushed in front of the white paper fan, and smashed it with a punch. The white paper fan was turned around by the black pool demon corpse in his hand. The two fought countless moves in ten seconds.I found that Ba Zhigang was not as weak as the white paper fan said. As a warrior, his accomplishments in close combat could even be compared with Huiming, and he was not inferior to the white paper fan. However, without the involvement of other people, the white paper fan finally adjusted its breath, with a strange smile on its face, and smiled slowly, you all thought I was going to escape, you thought I was attached to the power of the ghost-masked robe, but you didn't expect it, I'm tired of revenge, and the road to Huangquan is so lonely, so please walk with me... After saying this, a lot of pink flesh strips and black mist suddenly protruded from his rotting body, deeply entangled the zombie in his hand, and then his whole body turned out to be like rubber mud, attached and melted by the black pool demon. body.When I think of the power of the fusion of the two, I feel terrified in my heart, and without hesitation, I raise the shock mirror in my hand, ready to take a picture forward. In the dark sky, circles suddenly appeared one after another. Where there was a mirage above the deep pool, the circles converged into a black hole half the height of a person. After staying for three or two seconds, a similar scene on Dengxian Ridge suddenly appeared, and a tauren with only half horns protruded from it. That momentum is like a mountain like a sea.