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"Not dead?"

"How does it feel like nothing?"

"My God, the self explosion of Qin Laosi didn't hurt a hair of Qin Sheng's young master?"

Under the hot eyes, they were stunned and petrified.

A martial artist in the middle period of tonghunjing explodes by himself, which is powerful enough to match the full attack of the powerful one in the half step tongtianjing.

In such a terrible self explosion, Qin Sheng was not damaged. It's just ridiculous and incomprehensible.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Qin Zhijia saw that his subordinates died miserably. He wanted to split his heart and beat the stone and wood talismans with his hands full of terror.

Whoa

Large and large pieces of runes peeled off. Finally, with a click, the rock and wood runes disintegrated completely, and were blown into four parts by Qin Zhijia in rage.

Qin Zhijia's eyes were arcing, and his eyebrows were full of evil spirit. After all, he was a warrior who was half in the sky. The stone and wood Fubing were only the lowest Fuwen puppets, and could not resist him for a long time.

Click ~ ~

the stone and wood talismans are scattered on the cold floor.

Qin Zhijia's evil spirit soared to the sky, and his eyes were covered with the cold like angry Beast, which directly sacrificed the soul of war.

Hum ~ ~

a black sickle is suspended on the tianlinggai of Qin Zhijia's armor. The sharp edge of the sickle is dazzling, with a faint dead air, making people cold.

Unexpectedly, the soul of war melted by Qin Zhijia was a sickle, which was quite unexpected.

Qin Sheng looked at it in the distance. He felt the terror of his soul. His face was slightly coagulated. It was obvious that he didn't regard the sickle as an ordinary farm tool.

"Death!"

As soon as the spirit of war came out, Qin Zhijia's momentum doubled, his hair was dancing, his eyes were red with blood, and a word "death" came out.

"Hula" ~

the black sickle on Qin Zhijia's tianlinggai burst out a beam of death rays, directly across the sky, and hit Qin Sheng in an instant.

"No, it's the spirit attack!"

Qin Sheng's pupils contracted rapidly, and a cold spread from his spine to his limbs.

Qin Sheng wanted to dodge at a high speed, but the attack speed of the spirit was too fast. He was hit in the moment when he found out.

Qin Shengru was shocked. He was stiff and could not move.

No one can think that the spirit of the Qin Zhijia can inspire the spirit attack!

Qin Zhijia pulled up a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, and the sickle in his hand flew out. It was a kind of Rune with the light of rune, just like the God of death. He harvested his head and flew to Qin Sheng's head at a high speed.

In a remarkable light, the sickle Rune crossed the sky, ready to harvest Qin Sheng's head.

When it's critical, Qin Sheng wakes up and suddenly opens his eyes. A black sword light cuts quickly. Qin Sheng instinctively raises his hands to block the fierce sword light with his bare hands!

"Hiss"

the light of the knife across Qin Sheng's hands, cutting a ferocious bloodstain, and the blood trickled to the ground.

"Why do you wake up so soon!"

Qin Zhijia was shocked and angry.

His soul of war is not a common sickle, but a sickle that can harvest the death of the spirit. Qin Zhijia rarely sacrifices the soul of war, and few people know that his soul of war has this terrible ability!

Of course, all the warriors who forced Qin Zhijia to sacrifice the soul of war were killed by him, the only exception was Qin Sheng.

Qin Sheng looked down at the bloodstain he had suffered from, and his face turned cold quickly.

Just a moment ago, he died!

In a flash, Qin Sheng was hit by the sickle of death of Qin Zhijia, and his spirit was almost cut in two. At the critical time, the sleeping ghost could wash the sickle of death completely, which made Qin Sheng wake up quickly.

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