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Volume 1 In the Human World Chapter 145 The Hand of Rakshasa

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    In the next few days, the three girls, Yang Fengnian and Nie Xiaoqian, have been making final preparations before entering Beihai.

    However, just when they were ready and ready to set off.

    One day at dawn, a weak fluctuation of vitality suddenly came over.

    Yang Fengnian, who was still immersed in sleep just now, suddenly woke up, lifted the quilt from his body, and pulled out a sharp sword.

    Rushed out of the house.

    Squinting his eyes, he looked in the direction of the fluctuation of vitality just now.

    As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of white snow, and the Polar Star that always hangs high in the sky.

    After a while, Black Rakshasa also walked out of the house not far away.

    However, compared to Yang Fengnian, who was facing a powerful enemy, Black Rakshasa was much calmer.

    "Three golden elixir stages and one Nascent Soul stage!"

    After quietly staring at Chapter 145: The Hand of Rakshasa for a while, the Black Rakshasa opened his lips lightly and spoke calmly.

    Nascent Soul Stage?

    Hearing this, Yang Fengnian felt a sudden surge of emotion in his heart, and his face suddenly became more solemn.

    "Let's go!"

    After Black Rakshasa finished speaking in an understatement, he raised his feet and walked in the direction where the vitality had just fluctuated.

    Yang Fengnian was stunned: "Where are you going?"

    "Of course, kill them!" Black Rakshasa turned his head and looked at Yang Fengnian, as if looking at another mentally retarded child.

    It¡¯s such a simple truth, no need to ask.

    Being so despised by others, Yang Fengnian¡¯s head was full of black lines.

    But considering that the other party still had masters at the Nascent Soul stage, Yang Fengnian still felt that an ambush was the best option.

    However, wait until he tells his own solution.

    But he didn¡¯t expect that the black Rakshasa next to him would become sarcastic and sarcastic.  He said with a smile: "A piece of garbage in the Nascent Soul stage scared you like this? And ambushed you?"

    "Who is afraid?"

    Yang Fengnian shouted like a rooster with its neck strangled.

    "This is called tactics. Do you know tactics?"

    Black Rakshasa rolled his eyes at him and sneered: "What tactics? Tactics are only used when one's own strength is not as good as the opponent's. When there is a huge disparity in strength, any conspiracy or trick is just a cloud. Does Fuyun know?"

    The Black Rakshasa imitated Yang Fengnian¡¯s tone in Chapter 145: The Hand of the Rakshasa and asked a question, obviously making fun of him.

    Yang Fengnian was speechless and said with a wry smile: "Boss, I am the one who is disparate now"

    Speaking of half, Yang Fengnian looked at Heasha, a confident face, suddenly thought, yes, this seemingly weak woman who seemed to be weak seems to be comparable to heaven.

    As she said, the masters in the Nascent Soul stage are like rubbish in front of her.

    Thinking of this, Yang Fengnian felt relieved and helpless.

    There is such a master in charge, and I am still making such a fuss.

    It¡¯s really embarrassing.

    Shaking his head and sighing, Yang Fengnian said nothing more.

    Lifting his feet, he walked forward directly.

    "You want to deal with that Nascent Soul stage guy?" the black Rakshasa behind him asked with a smile.

    Yang Fengnian, who had already taken a step forward, coughed slightly after hearing this, and stepped back with a serious look on his face.

    The Black Rakshasa secretly smiled, and then swaggered out with his hands behind his back, imitating Yang Fengnian's behavior just now.

    ¡­¡­

    In the vast snowy wilderness, a cultivator dressed in black wiped the ground with a flying sword.

    The ice and flying snow rolled up by the cold wind cleverly concealed the weak real energy emitted from their bodies.

    Except for the fact that the true energy was leaked when dealing with the white Ice King Bear that suddenly rushed out of the snow just now, there are no other flaws.

    However, despite this, the golden elixir stage master was severely scolded by the white-haired old man flying at the front.

    After killing the Ice and Snow King Bear, the descendants set off again, pushing the speed of the flying sword to the extreme, rushing towards the Snow Clan's camp like lightning and flint.

    Where, there are three lives, oh no, four, waiting for them to harvest.

    However, a moment later, two people walked up on the snow-covered horizon.

    Because the distance is too far and the ice is reflective.

    For a moment, the old man didn¡¯t see their faces clearly.

    However, seeing them walking on the ice, the old man just thought they were two mortals who had come out early.

    With a wave of his hand, two bursts of strengthThe air passed through the wind and snow, carrying the whistling sound of the wind, and shot towards the two people who were walking, laughing and bickering.

    After doing all this, the old man activated the flying sword again, preparing to continue flying towards the Snow Clan Movie King.

    But, at this moment, he was shocked to find that there was nothing wrong with the two people who had turned into minced meat.

    Still walking, laughing and chatting.

    Huh!

    The old man let out a light sigh, raised his hand again, and waved out two bursts of energy.

    But, the next moment, the old man¡¯s pupils suddenly shrank.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out???????

    It turns out that the four blasts of energy he shot out just now all flew back and shot toward his face.

    While flying back quickly, he waved his hand to shatter the four energies.

    The old man stopped and landed on the ice. He raised his sword and pointed at the two approaching people, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you and why are you attacking me?"

    "How shameless!"

    The Black Rakshasa curled his lips and said disdainfully.

    Hearing this, Yang Fengnian smiled slightly.

    Then, he turned his head, looked at the old man, shrugged and said, "Aren't you looking for us?"

    Hearing this, the old man was shaken all over.

    In the eyes, the glory was shot, watching the black long skirt, the beautiful and unparalleled woman, the pupils were tightened, and the sound of sinking down: "The Saint Lord of the Dead?"

    Hearing this, the Black Rakshasa smiled coldly, stared at the old man, raised his chin, pointed at the three golden elixir-level monks behind the old man who were facing a formidable enemy, and said calmly: "I'll leave those three to you!  "

    As he spoke, Black Rakshasa's body suddenly disappeared on the spot.

    The next moment, he appeared in front of the old man.

    With a wave of his palm, he directly attacked the old man¡¯s Nascent Soul.

    "It's so poisonous!"

    The old man roared in horror and hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

    but¡­¡­

    There was a snap, a crisp sound, and everyone present was stunned.

    The old man covered his red and swollen face and looked at the Black Rakshasa in disbelief.

    But the Black Rakshasa gently shook his little hands and said to himself: "You can also call the Holy Lord of the Undead?"

    When the old man heard this, he felt even more anxious and fearful.

    The slap from the other party just now told him directly that he was no match for this woman, and he was not even worthy of supporting her.

    After thinking of this, the old man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly turned around and ran away.

    "Want to run?"

    Seeing the old man suddenly turning around, the Black Rakshasa sneered and grabbed the void with his white palm.

    The surrounding space solidified instantly.

    The old man who retreated hastily, like a fly specimen in amber, just frozen in the air.

    "You alone want to arrest me?"

    The Black Rakshasa laughed mockingly, and a cold and stern look flashed across his eyes.

    The next moment, the black Rakshasa¡¯s palm that he was grasping suddenly grasped it.

    There was a click, and the body of the white-haired old man in mid-air twisted instantly.

    His neck tilted to the side, and the life in his eyes instantly disappeared.

    With a plop, the old man who fell from the sky broke through the ice and sank into the endless North Sea.

    "Is this the end?"!  !  !
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