Just by looking at the long sword condensed by Meng Di, Jia Hu realized that this person was highly compatible with his spiritual servant!
Meng Di no longer needs weapons to accommodate the spirit servants.
Of course, the same goes for Jia Hu.
Spirit Servant: Majestic.
The moment Jia Hu released his spirit servant, a cyclone instantly formed under his feet.
He originally had a hunched back, but at this moment he seemed to be decades younger.
The next moment, Jia Hu moved.
The cyclone under his feet seemed to add momentum to him, causing his speed to be explosive.
Bang!
A deep footprint was left under Jia Hu's feet!
Meng Di's eyes lit up.
This old man...
There's something!
Looking at Jia Hu rushing towards him like a cannonball, Meng Di shook his hands.
The long sword disappeared directly.
Then, Meng Di opened his arms and stretched them horizontally in front of him.
Between his two hands, golden light appeared again.
The golden light quickly passed through Meng Di's pulling and formed a mirror with a side length of one meter.
Fantasy weapon: Mirror.
It can weaken the attack and rebound...
Boom!!!
Jia Hu’s punch hit the “mirror”!
What Meng Di had never expected was that the smooth mirror surface immediately cracked and almost instantly shattered into specks of golden light.
Wow!
The mirror shattered and Meng Di flew backwards several meters.
Jia Hu still kept his fist down.
Looking at Meng Di falling to the ground, Jia Hu slowly straightened up.
"Young man, your shield isn't thick enough..."
Jia Hu laughed playfully.
Meng Di supported himself on his elbows.
He just felt the blood rushing up and his throat felt uncomfortable.
"vomit……"
A mouthful of blood gushed out.
There was nothing fancy about Jia Hu's punch.
It's absolute crushing power!
If it weren't for the "mirror" to absorb most of the force, Meng Di would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
"Pooh!"
Meng Di propped himself up and spat a pool of blood onto the ground.
After standing up, he staggered two steps, but smiled at Jia Hu again.
"Old man, you are still strong even at old age!"
Jia Hu was a little surprised: "How many more punches do you think you can withstand?"
Meng Di curled his lips: "I probably can't handle too much."
"So you're still in the mood to joke?"
Jia Hu was indeed a little puzzled by Meng Di's reaction.
However, Meng Di grinned.
At this time, there was still bright red blood on his teeth.
But his eyes were filled with excitement.
"Old man, your punch is really powerful. If you hit me a few more times, I will definitely die here."
Meng Di's smile grew deeper and deeper. "But...how many more punches of this strength can you throw?"
Jia Hu frowned.
Meng Di was very happy: "Or in other words, how long can you last in this state?"
…
Zhang Dongwei is dead.
His body fell on the hill.
There were a total of seventeen knife wounds on his body.
The fatal wound was the two-inch deep wound on the throat.
At this time, blood was still gushing out of the wound.
Qiao Fei had already put the Tang sword back into the scabbard.
"Can you still walk?"
She turned and looked at Xu Ben.
Xu Ben blinked and gave a thumbs up.
"Sister Qiao is really awesome..."
Bang!
Qiao Fei hit Xu Ben on the head with the scabbard.
"Say it again."
"Sister Fei is awesome!"
Xu Ben rubbed his head and said.
Ning Fan has also come up.
"Sister Fei, are you advanced?"
"Yeah, it just broke not long ago."
Qiao Fei admitted it.
Current soul level is 508.
It can be said that he has just broken through the threshold of the advanced [Hundred Souls Level].
Ning Fan was naturally happy for her.
Since joining [Wild Dog House], Qiao Fei has been the team's strongest fighter.
As everyone progressed higher and higher, Qiao Fei remained the strongest fighter in the small group [Wild Dog House].
The difference is that she was only at the [Ten Souls Level] before, but now she has grown to the advanced [Hundred Souls Level].
"Da Ben, how do you feel?"
Ning Fan helped Xu Ben up.
Xu Ben grimaced: "It's not a big deal, but it really hurts!"
From childhood to adulthood, Xu Ben has basically never suffered any losses.
Injury is an extremely rare occurrence.
This was indeed the first time for him to suffer such a serious injury.
"He's a big man, but he can't even bear this little knife wound."
Qiao Fei rolled his eyes at Xu Ben.
Xu Ben was about to retort, but when he remembered that the other person was Qiao Fei and not Huizi, he swallowed his words in time.
"Why hasn't Tiger Lord come back yet?"
Ning Fan was about to take out his phone, but found that it was broken.
"Sister Fei, give Master Tiger a call."
Qiao Fei took out his cell phone: "By the way, the phone rang for a long time during the battle just now."
Ning Fan asked, "Who hit him?"
Qiao Fei took a look and immediately frowned.
"Yan Feng, Huizi, Luo Xiu, Xiao Cai..."
A lot of people.
Ning Fan reacted immediately.
The people at home must be worried to death!
"Hurry up and contact Mr. Tiger first, then call home."
"good."
Qiao Fei called Jia Hu.
But no one answered.
Qiao Fei looked up at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan also noticed the problem.
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