Chapter 569 Dead

  Su Nanzhi saw the opportunity, and took the peach wood sword directly to the past. This sword of Changqing Daoist should be some years old, and it has been exerted its unprecedented power in the hands of Su Nanzhi.

  Su Nanzhi saw the opportunity, and when the monster was about to catch it again, she did not dodge or dodge, but went up to it, but at that moment, the peach wood sword in her hand stabbed out.

With a    "呲" sound, the sound of the wooden sword piercing the skin was so clear, the monster 梻 was obviously hit a lot.

   In fact, when he let Su Nanzhi keep winning the lottery, he was also constantly winning the lottery.

  Su Nanzhi's sense of morality has always been contradictory.

  I don't know if it is for the sake of prolonging life or for justice.

   If it was for the sake of life, there would be no sense of justice, and if it was for the sake of justice, she would not be able to convince herself.

   But one thing is for sure, she is a very vengeful person.

   The injury she suffered must be recovered from the other party, so 梻 has never been able to seek any benefits.

The only thing    is that he has the ability to heal himself.

   But a sentence I used to watch movies can still be used today: the world's martial arts, only fast is not broken.

   As long as he keeps getting hurt, Su Nanzhi won't believe it, he can be completely fine.

   And this thing can't be without weaknesses.

   Like Daoist Changqing, Su Nanzhi has also read the so-called legend, or in other words, heard such a "Story of An Tusheng" from his master.

  梻 is admired by the world, but it eats the soul of man and eats its flesh and blood, so it is impossible for him to exist as a **** for a long time.

   Therefore, it is also called the evil **** among the people.

   It's a pity that this thing has no godhead, and it doesn't even have the chance to ascend to the Tao by killing it.

  Naturally, the real 梻 can't have no consciousness like the one in front of him, and only knows how to kill. This, at best, is a failure, but it is regarded as a treasure.

  Su Nanzhi's sword not only injected his own spiritual power, but even borrowed a little of that little ice flower that occasionally appeared.

   Xiao Binghua has a good relationship with her little flame, and is willing to borrow any amount of spiritual power.

  The two spiritual powers were injected into the body of the peach wood along with the peach wood sword, and the ice and fire were two layers of heaven. Thinking about this feeling, you know it is not good.

   Sure enough, after a sword blow, Ji lay down on the ground, his whole body trembling and dislocating, the body that seemed unreliable at first seemed to be gradually disintegrating.

  Su Nanzhi was keenly aware of something at that moment.

   "His master is running away." Su Nanzhi said coldly.

   "What do you mean?" Daoist Master Yun Qi subconsciously asked loudly.

   As for Daoist Changqing, it would be good for him to continue to hold on to the formation when he bleeds a lot. It is difficult for him to speak now.

  梻 shared his life with others, and Su Nanzhi noticed the moment the peach wood sword pierced his body, and the connection was broken.

   In other words, no one can provide him with a steady stream of spiritual power to repair him now that he is injured again.

  The other party can unilaterally cut off this connection, which means that Feng Rui and Qin Luoshu have not caught anyone yet.

  Then there is no need to fight anymore. Su Nanzhi watched the monster on the ground go crazy, pulled out the peach wood sword from him, then aimed at the third eye between his eyebrows and stabbed it hard.

  The blood is extremely crimson.

  梻's third eye, the third eye that hides the darkest side of the world, is also the biggest dead end in his body.

   (end of this chapter)