In fact, not only his thighs, but also his body was covered with cracked blood, constantly gushing blood, staining his whole body with blood.

The black sword has vicious energy, and even a special physique like Yang Zheng could not withstand the damage. The cut wound could not stop bleeding at all. Moreover, the pain was magnified thousands of times, leading directly to his brain nerves.

Yang Zheng supported himself on the ground with one hand, gritting his teeth and enduring the biting pain from his thighs.

The mixed pain and endless fatigue caused by excessive blood loss are a feeling of discomfort that I don’t know how to describe it.

He wanted to fall down and fall asleep forever.

But the pain in his body kept irritating him, telling him to persevere.

Keep it up, Yang Zheng.

The rain hit his face and poured into his mouth coldly.

Which sword it is already?

How long has it been?

Yang Zheng tried desperately to recall it, but he didn't know it anymore, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

This woman is so terrible.

Yang Zheng never thought that he would be so weak, so weak that he was not even qualified to fight back.

His proud physical fitness and Barbie's spiritual sense have completely lost its effect.

No, it cannot be said to be completely useless.

Barbie can give him a warning and tell him where the sword comes out, but such warning loses its meaning at the speed of the sword that exceeds the limit. The body cannot keep up with consciousness. His super physical fitness will suffer more torture. Yang Zheng is not a person who will give up.

However, in the eyes of the black veil woman, his spirit of not giving up actually aroused her arrogance.

The woman's hand shook, and a smile spread out on the corner of her lips.

As long as he can't move for a moment, he will send him back.

Seeing the man squirming his body, supporting half of his body, and then slumping heavily in the mud, she finally let out a cold and smug smile. Can't she move? Then go to death!

The black sword's rotation speed increased rapidly and disappeared in the void.

At this moment, the man who fell to the ground suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

The woman's hands trembled slightly.

The black sword that emerged from the void stopped from the back of Yang Zheng's scalp and buzzed and rotated... As long as you push it forward gently, Yang Zheng's head would be pierced.

The woman with a black veil smiled and said, "Do you have any last words to explain?"

Yang Zheng slowly raised his head and showed a smile on his face splashed with mud. Such a smile was absolutely strange, especially when it appeared on a person who was about to die. The black veiled woman was slightly stunned, and she thought for no reason in her mind that his teeth were really white.

This thought flashed by, and the black veil woman returned to her cold and cold look.

Yang Zheng asked softly: "Are you from the temple?"

The black veil woman's smile slung slightly, and then she said softly: "You guessed it right, but unfortunately, there is no reward."

A dark color was smearing deep in her eyes, which was a sign that she was about to take action.

"Tell me who you are? It is also an honor to die at the hands of a beautiful woman like you..." Yang Zheng hurriedly followed up his words. He didn't know if it would be useful to delay like this. Will she really come to save herself?

There is only one in ten thousand chance. Yang Zheng is almost like a drowning person, wanting to seize any possible chance.

The black veil woman's wonderful eyes fell on Yang Zheng, but it seemed to peel off all his skin. Yang Zheng trembled violently for a while. He raised his head and saw two black flames pressing overwhelmingly...

The consciousness was stirred up by countless sticks, and the three souls and seven spirits were struggling in despair in the abyss.

Spiritual Technique!

It's a psychic technique!

Yang Zheng's only remaining consciousness roared loudly. The high-level spiritual skills that Scarlett once taught him were used by Yang Zheng and the black veil woman, just like a comparison between fireflies and bright moon.

Yang Zheng was also very clear about the terrible psychic technique. At the least, he was confused at the mind and at the worst, he wiped out his consciousness and became a puppet of the user.

The black flames split into countless tiny Mars, swallowing and eroding in Yang Zheng's consciousness.

No...no...no...no...

Yang Zheng's consciousness struggled desperately, but it was like falling into quicksand. No matter how hard he tried, the "quicksand" still swallowed him up little by little.

The feeling of emptiness that penetrated into the bone marrow was squeezing and pulling a little bit.

The heart is like being constantly kneaded by a big hand.

Yang Zheng's eyes, mouth, nose and ears all oozed out of tiny blood.

At such a desperate moment, Barbie disappeared and did not appear. Yang Zheng didn't know if he should be despair or angry, but instead the evil power of his right hand rushed in and fought against the black fire.

Just the moment when the evil power collides with the black fire.

The black flames gathered and contracted violently, and Yang Zheng's consciousness was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Demonic Spirit Body!"

The black flames formed a faint human-shaped black light floating in Yang Zheng's consciousness, directly conveying such a surprising message.

This surprise seemed to be talking to himself, or asking Yang Zheng.

The evil spirit chased the black flame, and the golden big eyes turned into a big net and swept away. However, the black flame easily penetrated the golden net, and then quickly wrapped around the golden big eyes. The flame light became violent, and the evil spirit suddenly made a sharp hiss.

After a while, the golden power was dim and dark, while the black flame withdrew from Yang Zheng's consciousness.

Like a general amnesty, Yang Zheng's consciousness regained control of his body, but now he couldn't even move a finger, and the water in his body turned into cold sweat, and every muscle was spasming. You can imagine the pain he had just endured.

The black veil witch floated down lightly and landed on Yang Zheng’s chest.

The red crystal jade was slapped on Yang Zheng, but it didn't weigh a single point.

She looked at Yang Zheng who was lying there and unable to move, with an indecipherable meaning in her eyes, and her slender eyebrows were frowning, as if she was thinking about something.

After a moment, she leaned down lightly.

The demonic face came into Yang Zheng less than a foot.

After watching for a while, the look of careful appreciation seemed to be playing with a priceless antique.

Poor Yang Zheng didn't even have the strength to turn his eyes. He was stepped on by a woman and looked at him with such a look, and he couldn't even pass a look of resistance and anger.

Under the jade palm, the black veil witch's hand pressed against Yang Zheng's face.

It was cold, then a ball of black flames popped out, covering Yang Zheng's entire head, as if he was about to burn him.

After a while, Hei Yan suddenly took back the woman's palm, and Yang Zheng's head looked sound.

"It's really a demon spirit body!"

This voice, which contained affirmation and even excitement, came from the mouth of the witch, with a particularly strange feeling. From beginning to end, it seemed that only this sentence truly revealed the true inner emotions of the witch.

I think this "demon spirit body" has a great impact on the black veil witch.

"No wonder that little fairy Scarlett favors you..."

The black veil witch muttered to herself.

He smiled at Yang Zhengwan'er, and then Yang Zheng felt a powerful force coming and soaring into the air.

The black veil witch rushed away with Yang Zheng, her body as if she was moving in the clouds. She didn't look fast, but after a few slips, she had already disappeared into the darkness...

It disappeared not long after.

A purple cloud suddenly arrived in the sky, and the speed was almost at its limit.

In the blink of an eye, it fell on the muddy ground that had just fought fiercely.

It was a ball of burning purple flames, and then the purple flames quickly faded away and showed a graceful figure.

The silver hair like ice and snow, the thin curved eyes, like the silver moon in the sky, with the charm of captivating souls and bones.

Scarlett, she is here.

He gently twitched his small nose, and a cold and gloomy light suddenly flashed through his silver-gloved crescent eyes.

She bent down and stretched out her fingers to stick some blood stains that were diluted by the rain.

He gently rubbed his fingers, looked around, waved his hand, and countless purple spots of light circled from around, gathered in the palm of her hand, and gradually turned into a purple petal.

It was the one that Yang Zheng melted into the water.

After receiving the slight consciousness from the petals, Scarlett's eyes were covered by two balls of purple flames. She was calm and hummed angrily: "Xiyue, you bitch!"
Chapter completed!