Chapter 341 (1/2)

Sarigal a mouthful of blood spurted out, eyes slightly flashing, palpitation.

If undead himself changes his position and takes a step back, he must be split in two.

Looking at Zhang Xingyun's appearance, it's probably the same plan.

Sarigal was half kneeling on the ground with a medicine bottle in his hand. The liquid left along the wound and the blood coagulated wherever he went.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Xingyun, ”you are not killing God Baiqi, why do you kill God Baiqi?”

Shaligar has seen Zhang Xingyun's battle, and just then he was killed by Baiqi.

Although it's not complete, because of its unique nature, there is no move similar to it. To say that this man has nothing to do with the murderer Baiqi, and he doesn't believe in his own death.

”Baiqi, the God of killing, can't pass on the tricks yet?” Zhang Xingyun sneered.

Zhang Xingyun also knows that there is no such thing as a god of death, or even a leader. Naturally, there is no comparison with other organizations.

It's hard to keep the second rate status in the dead world.

This time, Zhang Xingyun takes Ming Xue as an example to find out the opportunity and make clear the position of the dead world.

Whether the God of death is in vain or not, you can not provoke the death world.

”I didn't expect Baiqi to have an apprentice.” Sarigal chest injury is no longer blood, slowly stood up, eyes of greed is not covered.

”I have to admit that you are good, but now I think you are worth more to live than to die.” Sarigal licked his cracked lips.

Ming blood's No. 0 werewolf has his own strong points. Sarigal's own strength is limited, but he has the ability that no one else has.

Copy.

The nether claw used to fight Zhang Xingyun is actually a unique skill of ice field raptors, but he has seen it and will naturally.

As long as you give him some time, all kinds of tricks can be cracked by him one by one, and then copied into his own moves.

However, he can only learn with their own level, or strength is lower than their own.

As for those who are better than themselves, whether they can see clearly or not, whether they can live to learn is a problem.

Shaliqual thinks that since Zhang Xingyun is the descendant of Baishi, he must have some cultivation skills. If he can get it, he will have his own name.

At that time, Baiqi became famous because he realized the anger of killing himself when he fought with Shenjing, and then became a super God.

Even if the real cultivation of the God of killing Bai Qi is not yet in the divine realm, no one dares to question his strength, because the one who died in the divine realm can no longer die.

Although shalgar has stepped into the void half step now, it is still difficult to go further. If he learns to kill himself, he can kill other werewolf zero instantly.

Apart from the Ming God, there is no one who can suppress himself.

These are just shaligar's own imagination. If Zhang Xingyun told him that he was the God of killing in vain, I don't know what kind of expression would appear on his face.

”I really want to live, but this life is not given by you!” Zhang Xingyun mobilizes the internal force in her body, continuously circulates, and pours into the black remnant knife.

The originally dull blade surface sparkled and turned into a flash of lightning in the dark, piercing the space.

After he killed the God of killing, shalighalgen could not respond to the boundless scenery. The shadow of the residual knife was reflected in his pupil.

The cold light flashed and an arm flew out.

”Ah

Sarigal howled.

Originally proud of the face of the blood color, but it is the face of the rub on the blood let him fear.

The limbs of werewolves are the product of the fusion of the special technology of Ming blood, which can be said to be the existence of the fierce fighting power of the werewolf. Besides the powerful body skill, it is more sensitive than the ordinary people's nervous system.

The pain is twice as high as in normal people.