Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

"Small tricks!" Monk Cheng saw the silver needle falling to the ground, and the corner of his mouth hooked evilly. Just as he was about to take out the black thunder bead to scare Qiu Fengluo again, a cold murderous aura came from his back quickly.

Without even thinking about it, he turned around and slashed out fiercely with a big knife.

But he didn't expect that he had completely cut through the air, without even a little resistance to stop him, and suddenly his whole center of gravity leaned forward, and he was almost thrown to the ground by the weight of the big knife.

Staggering, he quickly turned around again. At this time, a silver-white stick as thick as a wrist appeared above his eyes, and there were sharp thorns shining with silver-white light on the stick.

His eyes widened in horror, and before he had time to react, the stick pierced his bare head directly, instantly like smashing a big watermelon, blood and brains splashed everywhere, which was extremely spectacular.

Fantian Luoren was still inside the silver cup, but she succeeded in sneak attacking with the Star Luo stick, and the splashed loot did not stick to her, but watching the head burst like a watermelon, that scene still made her frown disgustingly.

After spending so much time trying to make Monk Cheng flustered, she finally succeeded with one strike, and she still felt a little bit of a sense of accomplishment, especially since this guy didn't use the Black Thunder Orb but his big knife at the last moment, which made her feel sorry for him, but she knew this monk before I cherish this black thunder bead very much, so it is not surprising. After all, Monk Cheng thought it was Qiu Fengluo, and if Qiu Fengluo collided with him, Monk Cheng felt that his life was still not in danger. , that feeling is like punching with all your strength, only to find that it hit the cotton.

This feeling was uncomfortable and helpless, and it made him unable to reflect it all at once, which gave Fan Tianluo another chance to succeed in a sneak attack.

Qiu Fengluo was watching from a distance. In fact, Fantianluo's killing into a monk was only a matter of a few breaths. Before Qiu Fengluo could see clearly, he was frightened by the scene of monk Cheng's head bursting.

But when he recovered from the shock, he saw that Fan Tianluo was already squatting not far from Monk Cheng's corpse, staring at the corpse.

Qiu Fengluo's mind was a little confused, he could barely see how the monk Cheng died, but he did see a silvery-white light flash and then disappear, but he wondered where the silvery-white light came from. It was Fan Tianluo who was sneaking behind with a weapon, but he didn't see clearly at all.

"Come out!" Fan Tianluo glanced at the tree that Qiu Fengluo was hiding from, since he was scared away by Cheng Monk's black thunder beads, she knew that he would definitely return.

Sure enough, Qiu Fengluo came running quickly, looking at the dead body on the ground that made him extremely sick to his stomach, he looked at Fantianluo with a pale face.

"What? Are you not happy that he is dead?" Fan Tianluo was a little amused seeing him.

"You, how did you do it?" Qiu Fengluo couldn't figure it out.

"Sneak attack! Of course, I also have a trump card. I don't know whether to call you stupid or stupid! You don't need a poisonous needle, and you talk about morals with this kind of scum. If this guy doesn't cherish the Black Thunder Pearl, I'm afraid you will die You have to take off the skin!" Fan Tianluo looked at him contemptuously, and then began to find out the storage ring of the monk, and touched the bag on the body by the way, and a few gold stones appeared, and she stood up with a hook on the corner of her mouth.

"Let's go, find a cleaner place to share the spoils, this guy should have a lot of treasures, hehe." Fan Tianluo smiled slyly and then fled towards the dark forest.