"Bang!"

Bai Fengjiu kicked out, and the iron corpse flew dozens of meters away, breaking three pine trees before barely stopping.

"Hehe... I didn't expect that he was a martial arts master!"

A terrifying laughter came, which seemed very terrifying in the quiet mountains and forests.

The iron corpse stood up straight, his eyes were empty and without focus. The exaggerated grin caused the black hair on his face to shake, which was extremely mysterious.

"Boy, it feels bad to be caught by the iron corpse?"

The iron corpse opened his mouth and spoke with a sharp voice, like an iron nail slashing across the glass, making his scalp numb.

Zombies have no soul and act entirely by instinct. When the iron corpse speaks with others, there must be someone behind them.

Bai Fengjiu looked down and saw that the hands that were caught by the iron corpse were covered with black and continued to spread. After a few breaths, the whole arm seemed to be soaked in ink.

This is corpse poison, which is transformed from the yin energy in the iron corpse. After ordinary people are infected, the most effective method is to cut off their arms to save their lives. If it spreads throughout the body, even the Daluo Golden Immortal cannot be saved.

Bai Fengjiu looked at her dark arms and said lightly: "You did all the evil tricks that are not good for the Jin family?"

After a silence, a sharp voice sounded: "It turns out that it was your boy who ruined my good thing!"

Bai Fengjiu said: "Good thing? What you call good thing is killing innocent people indiscriminately, right?"

The controller snorted coldly and said, "Get someone's money and eliminate disasters for others. If you can pay enough money, I can also help you kill my employer, but Xiao Xiao Jinding Group may not be able to afford such a high price."

Bai Fengjiu raised her eyebrows and asked, "It seems that your employer is very rich!"

"Of course, he is the most in Yanjing..."

The controller suddenly stopped talking and sneered: "Little boy, I almost said to you! You dare to trick me!"

Bai Fengjiu was too lazy to argue with him. He was thinking. The killer of the Blood Clothing Sect said that it was assigned by the Feng family, and the corpse controller said that the boss behind him was from Yanjing, and there were more than one person who was unfavorable to Wushuang. Things were a bit complicated!

The controller continued: "A martial artist can break my formation, which means you have some talent in magic. Dao Ye, I cherish talents. If you kneel down and kowtow and be my slave, I can dispel corpse poison for you and teach you higher-level formations, magic numbers, and dominate the martial arts world just around the corner!"

Bai Fengjiu snorted and said, "You dare to call him a skill?"

Bai Fengjiu's contempt angered the manipulator.

"Since you can't surrender to me, then go and die!"

The iron corpse shook all over, the black hair trembled and jumped three feet, his arms straightened, and ten sharp nails stabbed Bai Fengjiu like sharp swords.

"Die! Death! Death!"

The iron corpse's arms moved like the wind, his nails scratched wildly with the sharp sound of breaking through the air, Bai Fengjiu dodged left and right, and his body movements were agile and elegant, like a mysterious woman dancing.

"Why don't you fight back? Do you feel that your body is getting weaker and weaker? Only martial arts masters can resist the corpse poison. When the poison gas attacks the heart, it will be too late to beg for mercy!"

"Are you poisoned?"

Bai Fengjiu raised her dark arm and clenched her fists gently. Her whole arm was poured with a can of water like a piece of burnt iron, and a cloud of mist evaporated. The mist dissipated and her skin returned to its original state.

The corpse poison was dispelled!

"impossible!"

A sharp voice sounded, and the manipulator behind him looked unbelievable. Someone could use his own power to dispel the corpse poison.

Bai Fengjiu said lightly: "I forgot to tell you that I am naturally immune to poisons, that is, the poisons in your mouth are invincible!"

The controller took a breath of cold air. The physique that is invincible with all poisons is rare in a thousand years. If he is refined into a puppet, his great cause is just around the corner!

Bai Fengjiu moved his arm and he became a little impatient.

"Give you a chance to tell who the Lord Messenger behind the scenes is."

The controller sneered: "It's so arrogant that I still want to protect the Jin family when I die. If you want to know the main messenger behind the scenes, just defeat the Iron Corpse first!"

The iron corpse shook his arms and roared and rushed over again.

"As you wish!"

Bai Fengjiu raised her fist and hit her, and a loud bang, raising the dark mist all over the sky.

The torso of the iron corpse was broken into pieces, and its lonely legs fell to the ground. Its huge head flew into the sky, drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground, rolling out like a ball.

The iron corpse is dead but not stiff, and the mouth is opened and closed.

"Impossible! How could this happen!"

Bai Fengjiu walked forward, stared at the iron corpse's head and asked, "Tell me, I'll let you die."

"Shadowless!"

The controller laughed wildly.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you if I defeat the Iron Corpse? I have already become a Taoist real body and want to kill me unless the thunder punishment is sent from the sky. You are not enough to see a small martial arts innate nature!"

The Iron Corpse is just the manipulator's fake body. Even if Bai Fengjiu crushes the iron Corpse and raises the ashes, he will not hurt him at all.

"Since that's the case, then I'm as you wish."

Bai Fengjiu took out a piece of yellow talisman paper.

Pinching the magic tricks with hands, the talisman paper explodes, and electric arcs around the fire ball flash.

The controller was shocked: "It's actually the lost Shenxiao Thunder Technique!"

"The Thunder Lord listens to the call, and the Speed ​​Mother listens to the call, and is as urgent as the law!"

Bai Fengjiu shouted lightly, and a fireball with an electric arc drilled into the head of the iron corpse, bursting and burning instantly.

At the same time, there is a hidden villa a hundred miles away.

The originally clear night sky was covered with clouds in the blink of an eye, and the arcs as thick as arms appeared and appeared in the dark clouds, and muffled thunder rolled.

The villa gate opened, and a Taoist priest stumbled out, with blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, looking panicked.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, a lightning bolt struck down, the earth trembled, and both ghosts and gods were shocked!

A few minutes later, the clouds cleared and the fog dissipated, and the bright moon was in the sky.

The villa was still quiet, with only the shattered glass on the ground and the ashes on the grass that were burned by lightning, silently telling everything that had just happened.

...

Strong enemy, formation, blood all over the ground.

Jin Wushuang held a sword in her hand, and there were hundreds of masters flying with swords opposite him.

Very tired...

Jin Wushuang felt every inch of her muscles tremble. She was already exhausted after fighting for three days and three nights.

"Senior Sister!"

Jin Wushuang turned around, and in the smoke, there was a young man wearing white clothes and a blurred face.

"Senior sister?"

Jin Wushuang frowned, where is this? Who is the boy in white?

Jin Wushuang thought, and her mind suddenly felt a tingling pain, which made her head cracked.

"ah!"

Jin Wushuang opened her eyes and found herself lying on the soft big bed, with the sun shining outside, and the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.

"It turned out to be a dream."

Jin Wushuang stood up and found that her pajamas were soaked in sweat.

Walking into the bathroom, my pajamas slipped down and the faucet was sprayed with hot water.

The mist is everywhere, and the graceful body is reflected on the frosted glass.

After washing and going downstairs, Russell Qin was having a meal, and Bai Fengjiu walked out of the kitchen with a soup pot.

"Wu Shuang, I've had a meal."

Russell Qin chewed the food in her mouth, glanced at her daughter, and asked, "Why is her face not very good? Are she sick?"

"No, maybe it's because I haven't had a rest."

Jin Wushuang thought of the dream, then shook her head and sat down, took a bowl of porridge handed over by Bai Fengjiu, and asked, "Where is Guo'er? Still sleeping in?"

Russauqin complained: "This damn girl ran out early in the morning and said she was going to play with some black and white ones."

Jin Wushuang was stunned and then thought of Zhao Xiaohei. How did these two get together?

After tasting the porridge made by Bai Fengjiu, Jin Wushuang felt a little moved. This guy's cooking skills were getting better and better. This was just a bowl of ordinary white rice porridge, but it felt delicious in the world.

If Bai Fengjiu knew that Jin Wushuang thought this way, she would definitely shake her head and smile bitterly.

This is not a simple white rice porridge. In order to awaken the sleeping memory in Jin Wushuang's body, the porridge was added with a Holy Snow White Lotus, which was more precious than diamonds. It was ground into powder by Bai Fengjiu and added to it. It was impossible to tell it out without any care.

"Where did you borrow the Rolls-Royce Phantom you drove last night?" Jin Wushuang asked with a spoon stirring the porridge in the bowl.

Bai Fengjiu stopped the chopsticks in her hand and briefly said what happened to Qi Desheng during the repair of the car.
To be continued...