Chapter 160 The Old Hunter (updated to [Kill me, don’t use the scientific knife])

Author: Kitten wants to become an immortal

Chapter 160 The Old Hunter (updated to [Kill me, don’t use the scientific knife])

Just as Yegtos responded to Chen Jing's instructions, Wei Nan and his group had just met Zhao Fuxian.

Seeing this damn ancient alchemist beheaded Ryan with a sword, he even deliberately crushed Ryan's head with his feet after succeeding.

Wei Nan's eyes turned red in an instant.

It's not because of sadness, it's just pure anger.

In her opinion, Ryan was similar to the younger brother she brought with her.

If you are not as skilled as someone who is cut off your head, there is nothing to say.

But if you are still insulted after being cut... this is a bit too much.

"I can't escape, I'll fight."

Yan Que had already rushed up with his sword holding his staff tightly, his steps were as light and elegant as a deer in the forest. In a blink of an eye, Zhao Fuxian came to his side and raised his sword and stabbed him.

This sword.

While the momentum is fierce, the angle is also extremely tricky.

But Zhao Fuxian just sneered disdainfully when he saw it.

He neither dodged nor counterattacked, but took the sword without moving.

Yan Que's sword stopped after he broke through the Taoist robe.

The sword tip was bent over the moment it touched Zhao Fuxian's skin. Yan Que only felt that it was not Zhao Fuxian's body, but an indestructible piece of hard metal...

Before Zhao Fuxian could counterattack, Wei Nan rushed up from behind.

Although she has no support from the power of sequence and her combat power is not one in ten, it is undeniable that she still has great experience in street fighting, and there are cases where the weak defeats the strong.

Just like now.

Wei Nan felt that he had such a slight chance to win.

Because before Zhao Fuxian could react, she locked Zhao Fuxian's neck from behind and began to strangle in the most familiar posture...

This time, Zhao Fuxian did not fight back.

Instead, he stood there motionless and let Wei Nan make trouble.

He felt that he would not relieve his hatred by killing these people directly at this time.

They should see a glimmer of hope first and then be completely desperate.

By then...

"Are you stupid?" Yan Que couldn't help but curse, "The bodies of these alchemists have been transformed by biotechnology! They don't have to breathe at all!"

"?"

Hearing this, Wei Nan suddenly realized.

No wonder this grandson was choked for a long time and didn't mean to fall down.

at the same time.

Zhao Fuxian reached out his right hand behind, suddenly grabbed Wei Nan's arm, and threw her out with a horizontal stroke.

He broke two big trees as thick as a bowl, and Wei Nan fell into the bushes silently, with blood spilling out of the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, she didn't feel scared or nervous, she was just a little depressed... How strong I was before entering this secret realm!

But what about now?

If you break two trees, you won’t be able to do it!

The bone was broken.

The internal organs were also injured.

"It's really not easy to be an ordinary person..." Wei Nan got up with difficulty, coughed twice, and spat the blood in his mouth on the ground with a spit.

Zhao Fuxian looked at this scene with interest, not caring about Yan Que who was secretly surrounding him.

But the moment Yan Que took action again, he put his right hand behind him without looking back...

With the clanging sound of gold and iron fighting.

The sword of the stick that Yan Que stabbed him again was pinched to his fingertips with only two fingers.

Until this time.

Yan Que discovered that the ancient alchemist was different from the alchemist in the Hanging City.

At least, like the ancient alchemist in front of him, he focused more on performance in his transformation, rather than how strange the appearance was... Of course, it may also be that the bionic technology of the ancient alchemist was not yet mature in the era when the ancient alchemist lived.

Rather than saying that his fingers are fingers, it is better to say that they are several white jade pillars with blurred outlines and no knuckles.

"In this secret realm... I am invincible..."

Zhao Fuxian said with a sneer, then glanced at Ryan's head.

At this moment, the soul fire in Ryan's eyes has not yet been extinguished.

But looking at the dim color and the little flame that seemed to be extinguished when the wind blew...

It probably won't take long.

Ryan probably will really die.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you now. I'm going to take you to the palace and to the front of that little beast... I'm going to let him see with his own eyes how I tortured all the men to death."

Zhao Fuxian's fingers were as firm as a vise, clamping the tip of Yan Que's sword tightly, and no matter how hard she struggled, she could not pull it out.

Next second.

He raised his hand as if he was underestimated, and Yan Que's sword suddenly came out of his hand.

Zhao Fuxian was about to deal with Yan Que like he did to deal with Wei Nan.

First beat her to inability to move, and then take them with you.

But at this moment.

Zhao Fuxian only felt a biting chill coming from behind, and then he smelled a smell that was long overdue... that should have disappeared from this world.

That was the old days.

The unique smell of a particular ethnic group.

Like old books or moldy wood.

"Blasphemer."

When Zhao Fuxian looked back and saw that there was no idea when it started... In the shadow of the trees, a burly and tall figure stood.

The dark golden armor was covered with rich blood.

The cloak with the Yellow King totem printed behind him has long become ragged.

A cross broadsword exuding a dead spirit was inserted into the ground.

Like a tombstone.

"I don't know if your life is useful to the crown of the 'king'..."

The voice of speaking came from under the armor mask.

But through the opened mask, Zhao Fuxian could not see the human face, only saw a cluster of black flames burning silently inside.

"You...you should be dead..."

Zhao Fuxian's face, which was as stiff as a plastic model, showed a look of horror.

"You should know that we will not die."

"But your Huang King has all fallen!" Zhao Fuxian roared almost hysterically, "The deep sky cannot protect you anymore! After the Huang King's death, all the family members will follow..."

"Sleep."

Yegtos interrupted Zhao Fuxian's words, then turned his head and looked around for a while.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that everyone here was still alive.

"Take you back first."

Jaegtos suddenly pulled out the cross broadsword inserted into the ground. The dark golden spells and totem on the sword were lit with a slightly dim light at this moment.

"You are dressed in a dress...I have seen...you are a hunter in the deep space!"

"Seeking." Jegtos praised.

"Survey the deep space and hunt heretics... Many of my fellow practitioners died at the hands of you hunters!"

Yegtos didn't care about Zhao Fuxian's tone of gradually becoming hatred.
To be continued...