Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A dull hammering sound sounded on the streets of this northern city, which seemed particularly abrupt.

The door of a luxurious mansion creaked open a crack, and the servants rubbed their sleepy eyes and cursed, trying to see who dared to make trouble here in the middle of the night.

But as soon as he poked his head out, he saw a scene he would never forget.

It was a mighty giant man, who seemed to be at least over a foot tall. Through the moonlight, you could see the strange scarlet tattoos on his body. The same tattoos also appeared on his resolute and cold face.

And that dull loud noise was because he used a chain to trap an extremely thick white stone pillar, and seemed to be running effortlessly on his shoulders.

The servant repeatedly rubbed his eyes to make sure he had seen correctly, then quickly closed the door of the mansion and pretended not to see it. The Wushuang Ghost ignored him and just moved forward unswervingly towards his goal.

Finally, he saw his target and lifted the stone pillar on his shoulder in his hand. The end of the stone pillar dragged on the ground, making a heavy friction sound and dragging a long white scratch on the street.

"drink!"

A loud shout came from the throat of Wushuang Ghost, and the white stone pillar was lifted high with the speed of running, and smashed against the door of the mansion in front of him.

At the same time, on the courtyard wall, men in black raised their small crossbows one after another, and the crossbow arrows that were ready to go finally came out of the bow. The arrows rained all over the sky like locusts flying in the night, flying towards Wushuang.

ghost.

But Wushuang Ghost didn't seem to bother dodging or blocking at all, letting the sharp arrows fall on him and then bounce away easily.

Even the killers in the trap couldn't help but be stunned. The rain of arrows in the sky not only failed to nail the Wushuang Ghost into a hornet's nest, but also didn't even scratch a layer of skin.

But the stone pillar in Wushuang Ghost's hand fell high, revealing his ruthless eyes, and at the same time, he smashed the door heavily.

For a moment, the killers in Luowang couldn't help but be a little confused.

What killers like them are most afraid of meeting are guys with copper skin and iron bones, such as the disciples of the Armored Sect of the Wei Kingdom, and the physical strength of the person in front of them is definitely the best even among the Armored Sect.

"Everyone, take the antidote!"

"Team One, Team Two go up and delay! Team Three, Team Four, and Team Five are ready to throw poison!"

As the leader of this team and a net-level killer, his reaction is relatively quick.

He didn't know where the Wushuang Ghost came from, but he should be similar to the Armored Sect disciples. The Armored Sect disciples were most afraid of poison. He wasn't sure if the poison would have any effect if it was stained on the Wushuang Ghost's skin, but their poison was not pure.

Venom, but poisonous gas.

Even the best warriors in the Armored Sect have fragile bodies inside. Unless they can't stop breathing for a long time, once the poisonous gas enters the body, no matter how strong the Armored Sect disciple is, he will be poisoned.

Under the command of the leader of the net, everyone immediately took a pill, and then the killers of the two teams changed their swords and rushed towards the Wushuang Ghost. The Wushuang Ghost did not wait for them to take action first, but launched the offensive first.

He grabbed the stone pillar with one hand and seemingly pushed it forward gently. The Snare Killer who bore the brunt of the attack was hit hard and his heart and lungs were violently hit. He vomited blood and flew backwards.

The blood spat out by the Snare Killer splashed onto Wushuang Ghost's face, as if stimulating the bloody nature of the beast. He took a step forward again, sweeping the stone pillar in his hand swiftly and blasting several Snake Killers away in one breath.

, the minced flesh and blood sprayed on the white stone pillars, dyeing them a sad and bright red.

Not just the white stone pillar, Wushuang Ghost's left hand was not idle either. His casserole-sized fist kept hitting the trap killer who tried to block his progress, just like a tiger preying on a lamb.

"Team 1, Team 2, retreat!"

"Team three, team four, team five, throw!"

Small bottles made of crystal were thrown out by the Snare Killers, drawing a perfect arc.

And just when these crystal bottles filled with poisonous gas were about to fall to the ground, a burst of hissing came from all directions, and the poisonous snakes spitting out snake letters suddenly opened their mouths and swallowed the crystal bottles one by one!

An old man with messy white hair, leaning on a cane, slowly walked through the door of the mansion that had a big hole in it. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking the group of people in front of him.

Poison is common.

"Everyone stand back!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Ji's figure appeared in front of the Wushuang Ghost. The long sword as black as ink was filled with a black inner force and rushed towards the Wushuang Ghost who was far taller than him.

The Zhanlu Sword, which had no murderous intent, turned into a sharp afterimage. The black afterimage hit Wushuang Ghost's neck, but Wushuang Ghost suddenly raised his right hand and firmly grasped the sword body.

"ah!"

Although Wushuang Ghost, who had grasped the Zhanlu Sword, had guarded Zhang Ji's sword, he could not block the astonishing momentum. Using momentum as strength, Zhang Ji's body, which was far smaller than Wushuang Ghost, exploded with extremely powerful energy.

With such momentum, Wushuang Gui was knocked flying and fell into the ruins at the gate of the mansion. His generous back hit the ruins but still did not leave any white marks.

Zhang Ji's eyes narrowed. Although Wushuang Ghost was only in the second-rate realm, he was really difficult to deal with. Coupled with his extraordinary reaction speed, if he hadn't had a backup just now, the first one would have been

You will also suffer some losses if you meet face to face.

Wushuang Ghost, who fell in the ruins, slowly got up. Although the skin on his body was intact, the pain was still there. Feeling the pain, he was like an increasingly ferocious beast, running towards Zhang Ji, the heavy

The incomparable fist, carrying an indomitable momentum, angrily hit Zhang Ji.

Lightning flashed across Zhang Ji's feet, and the God of Lightning moved on foot, easily dodging the fists of the Wushuang Ghost. Seeing the embarrassment of the Snatchers facing the King of Hundred Poisons, Zhang Ji no longer held back and launched a swift and violent offensive.

Mozi’s Sword Technique: Two Mozi Connected!

This is the sword technique most suitable for combos among Mozi's sword techniques. It does not give the opponent any chance to breathe. The seven consecutive swords carry a massive amount of black internal energy and strike at the Wushuang Ghost with almost no gap.

This time the extremely sharp sword light was unable to keep up with even the Wushuang Ghost, whose reflexes were innately superhuman. He could not even see the dark afterimage clearly, and could only let Zhan Lu's sword fall one after another.

On one's own body.

Following the crisp loud noises, Wushuang Ghost suddenly groaned in pain, his huge body swayed, his left leg went weak, and he knelt on one knee.

His kneecaps were shattered and his ribs were broken in many places. Even though the man with bronze skin and iron bones had a much stronger recovery ability than ordinary people, he would not be able to participate in the battle again in a short period of time.

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ps: I'm really sorry, there is really only one update. This is the result of the author's five hours.

It has been more than 24 hours since I found out that the temperature was over 38 degrees. The fever has not gone down yet. I am in a daze. I slept all day and took both Chinese and Western medicines, but my body temperature was only stabilized at 38 degrees.

Can't go down.

And my body really hurts. I want to code words, and my throat is so uncomfortable that I can’t speak. I want to type, and all the joints in my body hurt terribly. My head is still swollen and painful. It’s really mine to write these two thousand words.

It's the limit.
Chapter completed!