As soon as Kan Si finished speaking, an unusual bluish tinge appeared on his face.
Then his head lolled to the side and he stopped breathing. The potency of the Xunqi arrow surprised even Qiao Suinian.
Zhen San stared wide-eyed, completely unaware of what had happened.
He had clearly studied it carefully; unless a necromancer was of a high enough level, the person they resurrected would only have one or two tenths of their original strength.
How could this possibly go wrong?
It's impossible that Qiao Suinian's level is already sixty or seventy, right?
"What exactly did you do!" Zhen San's square face could no longer contain his fear.
He had a premonition that he and Kun Liu might also die here today.
"No, I just saw that you were really upset about their deaths, so I revived them for you. What, you don't like it?" Qiao Suinian looked at Zhen San with a smile.
“Little Nianzi, you don’t need to get involved. I can kill him!” Feng Zhizhao’s eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"Okay!" Qiao Suinian nodded, choosing to trust Feng Zhizhao.
At this moment, the 60 seconds were up. Once the time limit for the death mist expired, Genwu, Xunqi, and Yang Congkai all turned back into corpses.
Feng Zhizhao, holding a Tang sword, stared intently at Zhen San.
"Didn't you say I wasn't worthy of carrying a knife? To me, a knife is for cutting people!"
Feng Zhizhao infused the Tang sword with the power of thunder, turning the entire sword a deep blue color.
After fusing with the Ghost Dragon Thunder Heart, Feng Zhizhao's lightning power was obviously much stronger.
"Thunderous Consecutive Slashes!"
Feng Zhizhao, wielding a Tang sword like an axe, swung it fiercely at Zhen San.
Zhen San's mind was in turmoil, and he subconsciously raised the scimitar that gleamed with a bluish light to defend himself.
clang!
The two blades clashed, producing a metallic clang, and sparks flew as the blades rubbed together.
The power of thunder spread along the blade, causing Zhen San's entire body to go numb.
When his blade was blocked, Feng Zhizhao did not stop. Instead, he used the force of the impact to spin around his toes and then slashed down with even greater force!
clang!
Another crisp sound rang out, and Zhen San realized something was wrong, because the second strike was clearly much more powerful than the first!
However, Feng Zhizhao's third strike, which he had seized upon, was already upon him once again.
Zhen San could only raise his knife to parry again. His eyes widened, and his hands were numb from the impact.
Although Feng Zhizhao's knife strikes were powerful, his body was full of openings. If he found an opportunity, he could take Feng Zhizhao hostage!
Just as Zhen San was thinking this, Feng Zhizhao once again spun around using the force of the two swords colliding, and then slashed down with his Tang sword.
The fourth strike seemed even more terrifying than the previous three. Zhen San was slashed so hard that he staggered back three steps before finally stopping!
"you!"
Just as Zhen San was about to speak, Feng Zhizhao attacked again with a slash.
The fifth cut, the sixth cut, the seventh cut, the eighth cut.
Each of Feng Zhizhao's slashes was three points stronger than the previous one.
By the ninth strike, the damage had accumulated to an extremely terrifying level!
The Tang sword, imbued with the power of thunder, transformed into a blue streak of light and shadow, and slashed down fiercely towards Zhen San, who was already coughing up blood.
Clang!
This time, Zhen San's scimitar failed to block Feng Zhizhao's Tang sword and was instead cleaved in two!
Along with it, Zhen San's body was also split open!
He never found a chance to fight back until the moment he died.
"Young Master Feng... won't let you go... you'll all die a horrible death..."
Zhen San slowly uttered a venomous curse, and then his entire body was split in two, cut in two by Feng Zhizhao.
However, no blood flowed from his wound. The high temperature and lightning contained in the Tang sword directly burned Zhen San's wound, achieving the effect of stopping the bleeding.
"call!"
Feng Zhizhao exhaled a breath of stale air, a hint of joy appearing in his eyes.
Unlike the feeling of helplessness he had when facing Su Su, this time he was able to fight alongside Qiao Suinian.
At this point, apart from Kun Liu, who was still being relentlessly exploited by Yang Zimin, the other four people were all dead beyond any doubt.
Qiao Suinian also showed a satisfied smile. With these five people dead, Ye Difeng would probably be furious.
You should know that in his previous life, the eight secret guards were Ye Difeng's trusted confidants.
Qiao Suinian walked over to Yang Zimin, who was still swaying gracefully, and then delivered a swift chop to her neck. Yang Zimin's eyes rolled back, and she immediately fainted.
At this point, Yang Zimin only possessed a succubus soul; she was far from being a true succubus, so she was nothing to fear.
If Yang Zimin had become a true succubus, then both Gao Qibiao and Kun Liu would have been drained dry by now and would not be alive at all.
After dragging Yang Zimin away, Qiao Suinian struck Kun Liu with a stick, ending Kun Liu's life.
[Notification: Human has been killed; the power of the evil god has taken effect, increasing all player attributes by 0.2 points.]
[Hint: The current kill progress of the Evil God's Power is 83/100.]
Wu Bing was completely dumbfounded.
The Ye family members...or rather, Ye Difeng's men, all five of them are dead.
Her face showed an expression even more unsightly than crying, it was hard to tell whether she was worried about offending Ye Difeng or grieving the death of her boyfriend Yang Congkai.
However, Qiao Suinian ignored her and directly used his life force to revive Kun Liu and Xun Qi, arriving at the surging Luolong River.
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