OBS Chapter 263 My Master Said That I Will Not Die
Chapter 263 My Master Said That I Will Not Die
As soon as Sun Xiaokong finished speaking, he saw several black palm prints approaching him.
But he was also prepared.
With a slam of the Dinghai Needle in his hand, the attack was directly scattered.
"Hey! You little trash can't afford it? Are you actually engaging in a sneak attack?"
"Fortunately, young master, I was prepared, otherwise I would have found your way."
But even though Sun Xiaokong was ridiculing, the other party did not respond.
One by one, the weird ones who were full of black air rushed forward one after another.
"Group fight?"
"The young master is not afraid!"
"come!"
Sun Xiaokong raised his stick with a loud shout.
According to the tricky slave who was facing it, it was a blow to the head.
An attack is to go all out and leave no room.
Not for the other party, nor for myself.
With a muffled sound of "bang", the tricky slave who was attacked fell headlong.
As for Sun Xiaokong, he was naturally attacked by several other crafty slaves.
It made him follow the downed slave.
The two figures plunged into the gravel on the ground together.
The six crafty slaves stood blankly in mid-air, looking at each other.
"Don't tell me this kid is going to die, how can a fight be fought like this."
"Damn it, I've been rambling on and on for a long time just now, so I'm a fool."
"I don't care about him, hurry up and kill all the human army..."
However, before the cunning slave finished talking, an iron rod sprang up from below and pierced through the chest.
His pale face was full of disbelief.
"how is this possible……"
Then it was thrown away by the shaking iron rod.
Under the astonished gazes of several cunning slaves, the figure who had just been shot down by their joint efforts jumped out of the stone again.
"What's going on with this kid?!"
"The joint strike that ate all six of us is still alive?"
"Why is this kid so tough!"
"..."
For a moment, the cunning slaves didn't know what to do, they could only watch the young man vigilantly with their cold eyes.
Sun Xiaokong tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said with a sneer:
"My Master said that I will not die..."
"Let's come, my master is waiting for you!"
But in the face of Sun Xiaokong's provocation, the trick slaves did not immediately organize an attack, but gathered from a distance to wait and see.
Among them, the leading slave said thoughtfully:
"The Cultivation Technique cultivated by this kid is a bit weird, I'm afraid it's hard to deal with."
"Then what to do, we have a mission this time, if we can't finish it..."
Another sly slave asked hurriedly, looking a little impatient.
Their task this time is to send those puppets into the territory of the human race, and their master still gave the order to die.
But now that the puppet army is blocked by the human coalition forces, and it was disturbed by Sun Xiaokong before, it is obviously at a disadvantage, and it will inevitably end in defeat if it continues to develop.
Then these cunning slaves are not far from death.
"Nonsense, I don't know if there is a mission."
The cunning slave in the head was obviously a little impatient.
"How about you go up and hold him back, and we go to complete the task?
Hearing this, the crafty slave who asked the question just now immediately froze.
Just now seven of them beat one and two of them were counter-killed. If he went up by himself, the immortal would be faster?
To be honest, these crafty slaves must be more afraid of death than other creatures.
Otherwise, how could he be willing to be a weird slave?
It's not just to save own's life.
I saw him laugh twice and said:
"Just pretend I didn't say it, pretend I didn't say it, boss, you should think of a way to deal with him, uh...haha..."
Seeing that he had confessed, the leading slave ignored him and began to analyze.
"This kid's physical defense is extremely strong, and his attack power is extremely strong. A frontal kill will definitely pay a heavy price, and maybe a few more..."
"So we can only rely on the advantages of Movement Technique to slowly consume him!"
After listening, the other cunning slaves nodded in understanding, and then dispersed in tacit understanding.
"Want to run? Stop for me!"
Seeing this, Sun Xiaokong thought the trick slaves were going to run away, so he picked up the Ruyi Scepter Dinghai Needle and wanted to catch up, but in the next second, he was greeted with an overwhelming attack.
He had to dodge to dodge.
However, the attacks were really intensive, no matter how Sun Xiaokong evaded and defended, he still suffered a heavy blow.
Wanting to fight back but couldn't find the opponent for a while, Sun Xiaokong could only passively suffer first.
If you want to fight, then you can fight enough.
Anyway, the Master said that I will not die.
However, it still hurts a bit...
After half an hour.
A few trick slaves were still floating in the air, and they didn't seem to be injured at all.
It's just that from the unstable state and the erratic black energy around him, it can be seen that he has been exhausted.
The old face, which was already bloodless, also became paler.
"call--"
"call--"
The sound of heavy breathing came and went.
"Fuck, this kid is so hard like an idiot, daddy's hand hurts from beating him."
"You're an idiot too, you know he's hard-headed and you still greet him?"
"But that kid should be dead."
"It must be dead, several mountains have been flattened, and it's not..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the gravel below move suddenly.
"Uh, no way..."
Under the almost sluggish eyes of several crafty slaves, Sun Xiaokong crawled out again.
Trembling and swaying, with the assistance of Ruyi Scepter's Dinghai acupuncture, he barely supported his injured body.
Even Huo San wouldn't be able to recognize that head that doubled in size here.
My face was so swollen that it was even worse than before Qian Duoduo lost weight.
Although the silkworm magic clothes on his body were not damaged, they were still infected by the oozing blood.
Obviously not lightly injured.
This is still protected by the immortal golden body, if it is replaced by other equivalent Cultivation Base, I am afraid it will have been blasted to pieces.
"Ha ha……"
Sun Xiaokong raised the iron rod in his hand with difficulty.
"You trash who only know how to run away... haven't you eaten, my young master... I don't even feel..."
"gulu"
Several crafty slaves swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"What... what's going on with this kid, can't he be immortal?"
"What immortal body, I think he is clearly at the end of his battle, go! Kill him in one go!"
"Yes... yes! Fuck him to death!"
"Brothers, let's go together!"
The five crafty slaves shouted in unison, and then rushed out together.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two palms imprinted hard on Sun Xiaokong's chest.
Why only two palms?
It's not that Sun Xiaokong dodged several other attacks, it's just that three of them stopped quietly in the middle, lest there would be fraud.
But Sun Xiaokong was indeed smashed into the ruins once again.
While these two crafty slaves were ecstatic, they also felt a cold sweat in their hearts.
Fortunately, that kid is really dying, otherwise he would have been tricked to death by those three cowards.
Just when he was about to ask for credit, a strange figure came out from the ground behind them.
An iron rod smashed the two heads into pieces.
"Damn it, let the young master catch you."