At the same time, the flames that Shen Chong shot out also burned the Blood Nighthawk.

I only heard a buzzing sound, and bursts of white smoke rose from the leather-clothed woman.

It seems that although she is not afraid of the Earth Yuan Knife, she is afraid of flames.

Although I don't know the specific effect, at least it caused her harm.

The red-clad woman's right hand was stretched flat, and the part that went down from her elbow down had spread out and melted into blood.

The other end of this blood flow is naturally the "silk cloth" that traps Shen Chong.

"Damn, damn it!"

The leather-clad woman looked back at her long, flowing hair that was emitting white smoke, and the originally beautiful wavy curly shape had dried up slightly, and a few hairy stubbles had been separated.

Originally, in her eyes, Shen Chong was just an ant with an Earth Yuan Knife, and she was not to be afraid.

She had planned to go in and suck the blood and then come back to clean up this man and slaughter this ant, and the things on his body would naturally belong to her.

She didn't expect that this person would not only dare to take the initiative, but even dare to pursue, so much so that he injured his hair.

"Just ants, since you are really tired of living, then I will fulfill you!"

Her pupils shrank, and the flow of blood tightened suddenly.

Shen Chong suddenly felt that his breathing was stagnant, as if he was haunted by a giant python.

This huge force is extremely violent, weighing more than tens of thousands of catties, and he has to compress it with all his strength, and then tighten the muscles all over his body, and then cooperate with the leak-free suit before he can barely resist.

The Blood Nighthawk, who was about to continue his advance, turned around again, "Huh, you're not dead? ”

She was a little surprised, this Xuan-level first-grade waste scum was more difficult than she imagined.

"Joke, that's all you can do?"

At this time, Shen Chong had completely fallen to the upper hand, but he must not be convinced.

Even if it's just a mouthful of gibberish, as long as you can delay a little time, it's always good.

While he was shouting, his body was also struggling desperately, but this blood-colored "silk cloth" was really weird, soft as cotton and soft as glue, but extremely tough, which not only made him powerful and nowhere to go, but also pressed his body all the time.

"Of course I'm more than that."

Blood Nighthawk thought about it for a moment, and it was indeed like a fish in his throat for a person who controlled the power of fire.

It's closer to Shudu, in case it attracts the demon slayer powerhouse in Shudu, it will be extraneous branches, so it's better to suck this person dry first, and then go in to find that delicious food.

As a result, countless silk threads scattered on the red silk cloth that wrapped Shen Chong.

These silk threads were just like blood vessels, spreading along Shen Chong's whole body, and tried to pierce into it from every place, but they were blocked by the leakless battle suit.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Chong gritted his teeth fiercely, quickly shrank his body again, and then raised his head and spread his head over his head.

Under the control of his mind, the collar of the all-in-one naturally closed, and it was really seamless.

"You think I can't do it?"

The Blood Nighthawk was really fed up with Shen Chong, who had no strength, but relied on the powerful dogskin plaster of the equipment.

As she spoke, her left hand quietly opened her five fingers, and turned into a stream of blood that invaded the alloy plate.

The blood stream had just been covered, but two more flames shot out from behind, evaporating the blood flow.

"You're still here!"

She turned around angrily, only to find that Shen Chong over there had fallen into madness.

I saw that the red silk was sometimes swelling and sometimes compressing, like a butterfly in a silkworm cocoon that was struggling desperately.

This is Shen Chong swallowing all three liver-exploding pills at one time.

This Hundred Battle Pills, the entire Southwest Branch can get a quota of one in a month, it took Shen Chong three months to set up ten hang-up scripts, and they all grabbed it in seconds.

As the name suggests, generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men do not return.

The effect of the Hundred Battles Pill is extremely simple and crude, and it is to overdraw the vitality and obtain double the activity of the spiritual source in the normal state in a short period of time.

In the description of Hyaksan Pill, it is clearly written that it is forbidden to take two pills at a time, otherwise it will be seriously injured or killed, and it will inevitably leave indelible sequelae on the body!

Shen Chong: Sequelae? What's that? Can you eat it?

Anyway, he ate it all.

After the spiritual source activity was enhanced, his strength increased greatly, and he looked even more crazy.

Even if others still couldn't break free, they could tear the red silk with their hands from time to time and shoot out two flames.

Blood Nighthawk had no choice but to put all his attention on him again, this time the prefecture-level boss was also ruthless, his left and right hands came out, and the blood pillars transformed by the two arms turned into red silk and wrapped around Shen Chong's body at the same time, and the double-weight blood vessel needles frantically poked at the leakless battle suit.

The non-leakage suit was hit hard in a row, and finally more or less poked into two of them.

"Suck you dry!"

The Blood Nighthawk roared sharply, no longer retaining its strength, and a red light appeared all around it, shining like daylight in the children's paradise.

Shen Chong saw that the situation was not good, and he couldn't resist the vascular suction that pierced his body, so he could only let the blood drain rapidly, and simply did not retreat but advanced.

Both hands unleashed Lingyun Wave Punch, bombarding the void again and again.

He is not untargeted, and every punch he throws can bring out a ball of fire, which goes straight to the Blood Nighthawk itself.

"What a vigorous blood!"

Blood Nighthawk took a few sips, his eyes lit up, and he even felt that this person's blood was only slightly inferior to the smell in the room.

Anyway, if she didn't kill this person, she couldn't eat with peace of mind, so she changed her mind and planned to suck this person dry outside first.

Although the oncoming fireball was a bit annoying, the Blood Nighthawk thought it was harmless, and it wouldn't be long before it could suck the mere Xuan level dry.

Unexpectedly, these two people actually entered a stalemate, and Shen Chong's blood was stronger than she imagined.

Ten minutes passed, and Shen Chong was still not exhausted, and the Blood Nighthawk even felt that he had sucked enough for a hundred people at least once!

She was covered in burns all over her body, and she had been hit by a lot of fireballs one after another, and her body made of blood had evaporated a lot, and if it weren't for the injuries and tonic at the same time, she herself would have been a little unbearable.

Finally, there were two cracking sounds from the red silk cocoon.

The Blood Nighthawk smiled, the fool's two arsonable gloves were destroyed by his frenzied urging.

"Now look how you die! I'd like to see how much blood you have left. ”

Shen Chong in the big cocoon did not mess up at all, but took a long breath.

Now is the time!

The space of his mind suddenly came out, enveloping him several feet around him again, and pinpointing the location of the blood that had been sucked away.

At this time, in his "heart eye", his own blood in front of him was like flowing slowly in countless capillaries, reforming into a human form.

The humanoid arms were still attached in his direction like tree roots.

Although a lot of his blood has been sucked out, and even has completely fused with the body of the Blood Nighthawk, the connection with him has not been completely broken.

As long as he wants to, as long as he is willing to put in enough mental power, he can still control these blood subtly like manipulating his own muscles!

"Definitely!"

Shen Chong shouted in his heart.

Ahead, he was overjoyed to finally stab the sucking veins into his bone marrow, and the Blood Nighthawk, who was about to give him the final blow, stiffened.

"What's going on! I can't move! ”

In the next moment, the knife flashed, and Shen Chong, who was holding the Diyuan knife, broke through the "red silk" cocoon that had been stereotyped because of the temporary loss of control, and then shot forward.

He raised the hilt of his sword in his right hand and glared angrily.

He shouted, "What about the ants! It's you who die! ”

This time, the Jiyuan knife did not get longer, but opened it like a fan.

Shen Chong held the giant fan in his hand and slapped it fiercely.

The fan first collided with the Blood Nighthawk Door, destroying and decaying.

Bang!

In the end, Shen Chong grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand and pressed it to the ground, leaving a fan-shaped pit on the ground that was half a meter into the soil.

He stood up again, and in the pit, the blood was boiling and tumbling, but there was no breath of life.

Blood Nighthawk, die!

Shen Chong was a little shaky, and he could only barely hold on to it before he fell.

A shimmer of cyan light slowly floated from the plasma, rolling endlessly on the surface of the water.

Shen Chongwei was surprised.

What kind of thing is this, unscathed under the Diyuan Knife?

He leaned down and grabbed it from the blood, only to find that it was an envelope.

The envelope reads: "The ghost dragon predecessor personally opened." ”

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