Horizontal Push Starts From the Demon World

Seeing the other party's figure continue to solidify, the peach wood bracelet on his wrist became more and more scorching hot.

Ning Ke didn't dare to be negligent, he slashed horizontally with a long knife and chopped off the opponent's head.

Without the slightest hindrance, the head almost disappeared with the mist before it fell to the ground.

"What the **** is this!"

Seeing that headless figure standing there, his head slowly condensing from the fog, his heart twitched, but he didn't stop, and turned to flee into the distance.

After all, if you chop off the head of this thing yourself, you won't be able to hurt the other party. If you stay here, you can only say that it is serving food.

In the face of this unknown, he didn't think of any way for the time being.

"Xiang Gong, you are so cruel, do you really plan to leave the slave family and be a heartless person..."

The head slowly re-shaped from the fog, accompanied by a crying voice, a woman's figure seemed to come out of the fog. When she finished her words, she suddenly turned hideous, as if carrying endless hatred:

"If that's the case, then I'll dig out your heart to see what color it is."

The voice fell, the fog gradually became thicker again, and a gust of breeze, the figure has disappeared.

...

"Could it be that this is what the old host of Baiyun Temple said, the reason why he couldn't stay for a long time? If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have asked Uncle Wang to find a blacksmith to make this knife."

Hearing the mournful cry behind him, Ning Ke thought so in his heart.

However, he also understands that this kind of intractable strangeness cannot be formed in a moment, or if he leaves immediately, he might encounter it too.

If that's true, the situation I'm in may be worse than it is now.

It's really troublesome.

Seeing the looming figure in the fog following him, Ning Ke clenched the knife in his hand, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't going to run away.

Originally, he thought that with the function of the peach wood bracelet that could shield his own breath, as long as he escaped far, he would make the other party lose his perception and become safer.

But this conjecture has been denied by him.

Ning Ke, as a martial artist in the blood qi realm, used his blood qi to dash for tea, and he could run for a few miles at least.

This shows what mark the other party left on his body, or that the fog is too weird.

If the other party doesn't die, he can't rest in peace.

As for him stopping, it's not that he believes in his own strength, but there is no other way. He can only believe that the peach wood bracelet and his jade pendant that the old host gave him can bring him surprises.

In his opinion, these two objects should not be simple.

Just yesterday, Ning Ke was still thinking about his own way to deal with the weirdness, but he didn't expect to use it now.

"Let me see what you are."

Ning Ke felt the peach wood bracelet that had become a little hot, and stared at the front, blood rushing in his body.

In front of him, the drifting mist quickly condensed and turned into the appearance of a woman.

Her eyes turned white and her face was gloomy, she just screamed and raised her hands, thinking of stabbing here.

"You heartless person, I want to..."

"If you want a fart, eat my knife first!"

Ning Ke roared loudly without dodging, and suddenly slashed out with a knife full of qi and blood, colliding with the sharp nails.

Clang!

There was a sound of iron and stone intersecting, and the strange fingernails were all cut off. He stepped back a few steps, only feeling his arms were slightly numb.

Looking at the strangeness again, his expression had already undergone a slight change.

This should be a strange real body, so much strength.

He took a deep breath, and without waiting for the opponent's nails to grow back, he continued to slash with the knife.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

But he didn't think so. After being stabbed a few times, he had been stubbornly resisting his own attack, but he suddenly dodged a move and grabbed it along his arm.

Although Ning Ke did not practice the movement technique, the wind chasing knife itself also had certain requirements for speed. When he turned his wrist, a sea fishing for the moon continued to slash at the opponent's arm diagonally.

If he moved forward, he would at least be able to cut off a strange arm.

But what he didn't expect was that Wei Wei didn't dodge this attack on him, but sent his arm up, and the other hand continued to stab him.

Stab it!

Along with the strange arm flying out, Ning Ke's left arm also had a long bloodstain.

At the same time when the bloodstain appeared, the cold feeling penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the hot breath on the peach wood bracelet covered the arm, and the pain was like cooking oil on fire.

This sub-heat current collided with the gloomy aura in his body, from his body, it spread to the strange arm in a blink of an eye.

This strange screamed back suddenly, and the arm that was in contact with him broke off and turned into mist.

And the arm he severed was slowly condensing in the mist.

it works!

When Ning Ke saw this, his heart was ruthless, and regardless of the pain in his arm, the long knife directly cut open his palm and landed on Wei Wei.

"what!"

A scream full of resentment came, and the strangeness was washed away by the hot breath of the peach wood bracelet, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, an electronic synthesis sound sounded in his mind.

Although it doesn't sound pleasant, to him, it is comparable to the sound of nature.

Kill the Baisha-level strange mist slave, energy point +1.6!

finally died.

Ning Ke let out a long breath, sat on the ground regardless of his image, cut open his robe with a long knife, and hurriedly tied it to his wound. After a long time, he was able to stop the bleeding.

This peach wood bracelet can really hurt Weird, but it is passive, and Weird needs to have contact with him~www.NovelMTL.com~ If you want to turn passive into active, you need to hurt yourself first.

"Panel, improve your physique, and improve your martial arts to a new level!"

Ning Ke meditated in his heart, but in an instant, the qi and blood began to condense, the texture of the muscles appeared, and the deep wounds also began to form scabs and became numb.

Not only that, the martial arts insights of the wind-setting pole and the wind-chasing knife came one after another, like a dick.

Constitution: 1.2 (1.6), Essence: 0.5 (1.5), Spirit: 0.9 (1.6).

Talents: martial arts, night vision

Energy point: 0.9.

Status: Bleeding.

Martial arts: Dingfeng Pile Dacheng (10/100), Wind Chasing Knife Xiaocheng (10/50).

Heart-snatching curse: (omitted).

Remark 1: A strong physique can prolong your survival time.

Remark 2: You, who have been cursed with a heart-sucking curse, are like a beacon in the eyes of monsters and monsters. You were once possessed by a strange body, which led to depletion of your essence and a weakened spirit. Currently, you have been obliterated by mysterious power, and the depleted essence is gradually recovering.

...

After the various realizations were over, Ning Ke came back to his senses, with a little bit of unfinishedness in his eyes.

This kind of improvement without side effects is really something he can't stop.

He stood up with the long knife in his arms. Seeing that the fog around him started to become sparse, he felt slightly relieved.

These mists themselves were summoned by the mist slave with a strange power. Now that the mist slave was killed by him, the mist is like water without a source, and naturally it will not exist forever.

Looking at the injuries on his body, Ning Ke knew that now was not the time to rest, so he identified the direction and hurried away.

I don't know if Uncle Wang and Xiaolan left safely.