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{} Chapter 647 Battle against the Black Scorpion

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647 Chapter 647

Under the influence of Feng Hao, the ghost of the blood demon walked into the gate of the eighth floor ...

"He actually ..."

Feng Hao could not help but take a breath.

He didn't expect that the ghost of the blood demon was the deepest hidden among all the people. He even had the ability to challenge the eighth layer, that is to say, his hole card was still above the priest of the sun **** Lang Lang!

"A weird and powerful guy!"

Feng Hao's eyes froze slightly, calming down a few floating moods, slowly approaching the dark gate, exhaling deeply, his whole body ignited a surging war, and he stepped in.

There was another sense of futility like a cloud rising from the sky. A little, it landed on the ground, and the feet were hot, and a towering heat wave rushed towards the face.

In the eyes, there is an endless earth-colored desert. The hot sun is hanging high, the sand particles are shining brightly, reflecting the golden ochre light, the heat is rising, and the vision of Fenghao is also slightly distorted.

Feng Hao hadn't had time to look at it clearly, a sense of crisis surged from the bottom of his heart, which caused him to stand upright, and his nose also smelled a stench.

"Oh!"

Without any hesitation, Feng Hao stepped out, his body appeared at a height of 100 meters, and the position where he stood, a 30-meter-long scorpion-shaped beast emerged from the yellow sand, a pair of gloom Very eyes, staring at Feng Hao standing high in the sky, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes, it seems wondering why this prey suddenly disappeared.

It is covered with thick shells all over the body, black and shiny, like iron cast copper casting, reflecting strong light, dazzling and painful, a pair of large pliers is a dozen meters long, above the double pliers, cold Bright and dazzling, Feng Hao didn't seem to doubt, this pair of pliers could easily tear himself into two halves.

Each of the eight long feet is more than ten meters long. Like eight steel knives, it is cold and shining. The most terrifying thing is the barb on the tail that is more than twenty meters long. It is really like a sickle in the hand of death. , Black and turbulent, a glance at the glance can make people feel helpless.

"Hey!"

Its eight long feet moved quickly and turned into an afterimage. The twenty-meter-long tail was lightning fast, with a harsh sound of breaking through the air, whistling directly to Fenghao's chest.

"Oh!"

Feng Hao stepped on one side, walked on the sidelines, and moved a hundred meters sideways again, avoiding this deadly assault.

Looking at the black scorpion like a fierce god, cold sweat was hanging on his forehead, and the palms of his hands were seeping water, and there was a flash of luck in his eyes.

Fortunately, it is possible to walk on the ground, otherwise, just two times ago, there is absolutely no chance of escape!

"Oh! ..."

"Hey!"

The black scorpion failed to hit, and exploded again, shaped like lightning, and the long tail raised a trail of afterimages, quickly hurling towards Fenghao, deadly!

"Oh! ..."

Feng Hao keeps walking, avoiding the killing of the black scorpion again and again, and begins to distance him.

There was no trace of grazing, a hundred meters in one step, the black scorpion could not accurately capture the traces of Fenghao, and it could only continue to move, crazy pursuit, the scene was full of yellow sand, and the original flat desert was a mess.

Feng Hao has adjusted from the beginning of the panic, and her eyes are calm. At this time, she has opened a distance of three to four hundred meters from the black scorpion, which is considered safe.

"Sword!"

At the thought, the emperor soldiers within the Wuyuan vortex were summoned and appeared directly on Feng Hao's right hand. Emperor Yun shook and waved a breath of breath, even the black scorpion who had been chasing Feng Hao below. The shape is also a stun, looking at the sacred sword, its eyes are full of fear.

"Oh! ..."

The Divine Sword trembled slightly, sending out bursts of cricket sounds, and the faint Emperor's Rhyme rolled away, as if to announce its existence to the world!

It is an imperial soldier, which has already been psychic, it represents the ultimate, it does not allow anyone and things to ignore their existence!

But now, Feng Hao cannot show its true power ...

"squeak!..."

The black scorpion just wanted to retreat, it seemed to be thinking of something, his body shivered without traces, opened his mouth full of stinky smell, the harsh sound wafted from its mouth, its eyes were fierce, and its eight legs were turned into residues. Shadows, rapid movements, dozens of meters of tail whistling and rolling the seats, smashing empty sounds through the space, grabbing people's minds.

"Ah!"

Feng Hao's mouth cornered slightly. When the black scorpion approached about a hundred meters, his eyes flashed sharply, stepped out, and the next second appeared directly on the left of the black scorpion. Hesitant is to cut off one leg of the black scorpion.

"Hey!"

Just like cutting tofu, there is no sense of obstruction. The black scorpion's long legs are directly tossed away, and the black splattered blood is splattered and shot at a height of more than ten meters.

"Oh!"

With a single blow, Feng Hao did not have greed. He held the dragon horns, strode several steps, and appeared at a height of several hundred meters.

"Squeak! ..."

The harsh screams kept ringing, one foot was chopped, and the black scorpion was like crazy. The remaining seven long feet, a pair of pliers, and a long tail, like ten steel knives, slashed to the surroundings, to the surroundings. In the desert, there are no traces of bottomless, messy.

"call!..."

Looking at the wildly struggling black scorpion below, Feng Hao exhaled slightly. If he wanted to have a little bit of greed for a while, he would be half a minute slow, at this time he must have been beheaded.

"Oh!"

Zitong lights up, he is more able to see the traces of the black scorpion moving, looking for flaws, waiting for the opportunity to move.

"Squeak!"

The black scorpion quickly found Fenghao above the sky. Suddenly, his eyes became red, and his mouth made a harsh sound. His seven long legs seemed to be spring-loaded and kicked hard. He jumped high. In a fierce whistling sound, Zhang Yawu's claws flew towards Feng Hao, and the cold mang shook, vowing to chop it under the clamp.

Feng Hao didn't eager to achieve success. He had purple eyes in his eyes and kept dodging, always looking for a suitable time for hands-on.

This black scorpion is repaired to the third layer of Wu Zun's four realms, plus a shell that is inaccessible to the sword, and also highly poisonous. It is also a top existence among the beasts of Wu Zun's peak realm!

If the Holy Evil Son of Lang chose nine layers at first, I'm afraid that it will only go down!

"The top sacred beasts won't be selected by the Battle Saint, right?"

Feng Hao twitched slightly, and could not help but worry about Yan Qing.

"Hey!"

For a moment, Han Guang struck, cutting Feng Hao's robe on his chest, bringing out a little blood, making him afraid to be distracted, and dealing with the black scorpion in front of him. ~

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