Eternal Life

Chapter 39: Psychic world

Chapter 39: The Psychic Realm

A group of holding the torches of the Yasha is obviously found in Fang Han, Fang Qingxue, all of them are making a sharp whistling, throwing a torch on the handle, holding a steel fork, a few jumps, like a big cockroach, flying fast, Seems to see the most delicious food in general.

These Yaksha, the jumping power is extremely amazing, a jump is enough for three or four people to come high, three or forty steps away, you can jump over an ordinary house.

Although it is not like a flying night fork, it can glides in the sky, but it also shows the ability of the devil.

The general master of brave realm has not jumped so high, so far.

"Ten, eleven, twelve........... There are twelve, twelve Yaksha. Twelve masters of the realm of bravery, fortunately their martial arts are not as good as the brave masters. There are many flaws to look for."

Fang Han body stood upright, the sword was erected, and the footsteps rushed forward, not even retreating, killing the Yaksha!

The underground devil has a characteristic, that is, it is a lot of power, but the martial arts is relatively inferior, and there is no subtlety of human beings. This creates a chance for the master to find flaws and kill the devil.

"Ha ha ha ha, actually encountered two humans. There is also a woman, certainly want to come to the bottom to hunt the monsters to get rich, the men who eat, the woman's catch back, dedicated to the big commander!"

The Yaksha that jumped quickly and uttered ambiguous words.

The magic of the underground devil is extremely high, especially the demon like the Yaksha. Wisdom is only a little worse than human beings. The flying night fork is really no different from human beings.

Now these nightshades, the sounds that are emitted, can also be ignited, using steel fork weapons, fully indicating that they have left the word of the beast, completely possessing all the characteristics of the word "person".

Their language and writing are ancient times and human beings are spreading.

This kind of existence is the most difficult to deal with. It is not the power but the wisdom.

A Yaksha jumps first, such as a tiger, the steel fork in the hand, the thorns to the square cold, the cold light flashes, the power is great, you can put a cow fork and string together to do the barbecue.

when!

Fang Han’s foot “Kuixing kicks the bucket”, kicking on the steel fork, suddenly kicking the steel fork, and at the same time he uses the force, the sword is like the wind, and like the autumn rain, flashing a series of afterimages, immersed in In the eyes of this Yaksha.

A sword is glaring!

The tip of the sword enters the brain.

The Yaksha made a snarling roar, tearing his heart and lungs, jumping backwards, and slamming into the underground dark river, experiencing countless blood, and then his body was washed away by the raging water.

A trick to enemies, Fang Han never stops, the body flashes again, a few steps to dodge outwards, step out.

Hey!

A few handles of steel forks were inserted into the place where he had just stopped. If the dodge was slowed down half a beat, they would be skewered into a barbecue. The great power of the steel fork is enough to pierce his vestments.

"kill him!"

"Well! Where did the woman go?"

"Just behind him, how come."

"No matter the woman, let the man get rid of it first!"

The Yaksha giants screamed, the steel fork broke through the air, and the force slammed heavily. They wanted to put Fang Han to death, and Fang Qingxue, who had been walking behind Fang Han, actually disappeared. No one knows where she went.

Fang Han couldn’t care much at this time, because there are eleven nightshades that surround him. Eleven nightshades are much more fierce than eleven wolf wolves, and the skin of these Yasha forks has a thick layer. The scales, the swordsman smashed up, encountered great obstacles, it is easy to get stuck, to kill them, you must kill the eyes.

If at this time, Fang Han can use Feijian, then transport the "blood cotton magic clothing", then solve these nocturnal forks, but Fang Qingxue is clearly watching him practicing, how can he reveal himself? I am afraid that I will not die in the hands of Yaksha, and I will die in Fang Qingxue’s hands.

"Flying spirit nine turns!"

Fang Han once again dodged, letting the steel fork of the assassination fall into the air, and then he showed the tricks in "Flying Spirit and Body", suddenly a sword, once again stabbed the eyes of a Yaksha.

"People, find death!"

This nightshade's scarlet tongue smashed out, throwing the steel fork, and the palm of his hand was actually caught in the sword of Fang Han. It turned out to be the scales on his body.

If the sword is caught, Fang Han is immediately dangerous, and there is no weapon in his hand. It is impossible to kill these nocturnal forks.

"Squid wears waves!"

Fang Han brain in a move, in a hurry, the body bones are soft, sinking, wearing, from the side of the night fork, through the sword, smashing, cut in the ears of the Yaksha.

when!

Mars splashed, the half of the night fork was cut off, the scales on the head fell a large piece, bloody, screaming. If the night owl is crying, hehe.

"Good hard scales! I can only cut off the scales of the golden swords, and if the ordinary irons are still suffering?" Fang Han body fell to the ground, rolled again and rolled out.

For a time, eleven nights forks surrounded the square cold group, the steel fork in the hand kept stabbing, and Fang Han was squatting, jumping up and down, sometimes drilling out of the circle, rushing away, waiting for the Yak to catch up. , swing the sword and fight again.

Fight, fight, fight!

The steel fork of a pole was cut directly by him. After more than a dozen rounds, the steel forks in the hands of the eleven nights were all bare.

The scales on the Yaksha are extremely hard, but the steel fork is the iron, where is the sword of the feather gate?

"it is good!"

After all the weapons of the Yaksha were cut, Fang Han suddenly felt that the pressure was reduced a lot. All the power was lifted, and the swords were assassinated. For a while, the stars were a little bit, and each nightshade felt sharp. The tip of the sword directly pushes to your own eyes.

Yakshas roared back.

Fang Han once again lifted his strength and concentrated on it. Between the two, he felt that his flesh and blood seemed to be a group of flames. The strong flame burned up and rushed to the brain. The brain was suddenly illuminated by the blood. Once again, the spirit is unprecedented and the spirit is unprecedented.

At this moment, Fang Han seems to see that his head is transparent, like crystal.

"This night fork, the explosive power of 1,350 pounds up and down, running fast, blinking forty-three steps! Weight three hundred and fifty pounds up and down!" Suddenly, Fang Han's thinking, a clear.

The weight of a fork, the speed of running and jumping, the power of the shot, seems to be clearly known to him. When he sees a nightshade, his mind can accurately estimate the vitality of this Yaksha!

Even when the night fork moved and did not take off, Fang Han could feel which direction he must jump.

The whole spirit has suddenly risen to a level.

Step into the body of the body, psychic!