Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

Zhang Xiong gritted his teeth and said sternly: "Young man, I will definitely not default on your debt no matter how much I owe you. If you don't dare to fight, get out of our dormitory."

Lin Zihao stood up slowly, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly appeared. He fanned out and struck Zhang Xiong with a wind blade. Zhang Xiong subconsciously blocked it and punched out with a fist covered with black hair.

Bang

Zhang Xiong felt as if he had been hit by a bulldozer. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

He felt a sweetness in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body suddenly became a little sluggish.

Lin Zihao didn't even look at him, and slowly sat down and said, "This is a lesson to you. If I treat you like an onion, you really think you are a dish."

"But being idle is also idle..." After a pause, Lin Zihao suddenly changed the topic and continued: "It's not bad to practice with you, it's better than hitting that lifeless sandbag."

After saying that, four boys walked out directly from behind him. Their realms were generally from the Warrior Realm, High Level to the Peak.

They moved their hands and feet and walked towards Zhang Xiong with a grin.

An Ji and Fu Nanren were startled, they were about to beat them up.

An Ji felt helpless as he touched his pocket. This was a virtual world after all, and he couldn't use any of the weapons he made. Relying on his pure spiritual power and skills, he might just get beaten if he went up there.

However, when his brother was beaten, he just watched him unable to do it.

An Ji dodged to Zhang Xiong's side, and a tape measure appeared out of thin air in his hand. With a slight press of your finger, the tape measure popped out of the box, about one meter long. The edge was so sharp that it looked like a soft sword.

Fu Nanren shrank his neck, An Ji had already rushed forward, what could he do? Watching them get beaten?

Fu Nanren struggled for a while and silently closed his eyes.

Well, you can't see it this way.

Shaoqing, he waved his clenched fist fiercely and said: "Grass, if you die, you will die, no one is afraid of whom."

The huge body began to move forward, and finally stood behind An Ji and Zhang Xiong.

The four people on the opposite side sneered and showed their Horcruxes one after another.

A pure strength type, his Horcrux was a glove, and his coat suddenly exploded, revealing all his powerful muscles.

The weapons displayed by the other two were a long fork and a short axe. The other one was the strangest. His Horcrux was a ring. If you look closely, you will find that there are small blades around the ring, just like a simplified version of the blood weapon. Drops.

The strength type was the first to attack, and he struck out with his gloved right hand without any fancy, facing Zhang Xiong.

The collision of pure strength is probably a hobby that all men cannot avoid, let alone those Transcendents of the power system.

As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten. In the face of absolute power, all tricks and tricks are useless.

Bang

After the transformation, Zhang Xiong's huge bear paw collided with the powerful man's huge fist, causing a short sonic boom.

Then Zhang Xiong took several steps back and finally stopped when he hit the virtual wall behind him.

On the other hand, the powerful man on the opposite side only took a few steps back. It was clear at a glance who was weak and who was stronger.

Zhang Xiong took a deep breath, the bear's paws grew larger again, and he rushed towards the opponent again.

"Gate of Summoning."

Fu Nanren, who was at the back, whispered softly.

A dark door slowly appeared above his head, and an inexplicable aura slowly flowed out from it, which was touching...

The two highest combat powers sitting alone opened their eyes almost at the same time and looked solemnly at the door.

At this time, Fu Nanren's eyebrows and eyes were almost crowded together, looking like a constipated patient.

Suddenly, the airflow behind the door surged faster, and a blurry figure gradually appeared, a peach-shaped face, two big eyes, a nose that, well, looked flat and flat, and a big mouth underneath.

"Monkey...monkey?"

Lin Zihao was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. In fact, the smell that just appeared really startled him, but now that he saw such an animal, a trace of contempt suddenly appeared on his face, and he sat back down.

The monkey pulled on the edge of the door frame, seemingly reluctant to come out, but was forced out by the door despite Fu Nanren's constipation-like force. Only when they reached the ground did everyone see clearly that the monkey was more than one meter long and had an oversized body. Quite strong.

It's just that a monkey is a monkey, no matter how big it is, it can't become a Mount Tai.

The two solemn gazes in the corner also retracted. They were just monkeys and could not arouse their interest.

The monkey huddled at Fu Nanren's feet and looked at everyone in fear. This expression caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"Waste is waste, even the things summoned are waste."

"Are these talents from the innovative class creating new shame?"

There were constant sounds from the crowd.

Fu Nanren's face turned ugly for a moment, and he issued a strong command in his mind. The monkey could not resist and rushed towards the strength boy reluctantly.

Whoosh

It moved very quickly, turning into an afterimage and pounced on the strength boy.

"Your opponent is here."

The boy holding the long fork sneered, and the long fork suddenly thrust out, blocking the path of the afterimage.

The monkey flicked its long tail, shaking the long fork to one side, and the figure took the opportunity to move aside.

"Let's have some fun too."

When the boy with the hatchet saw the two parties engaging in a fight, he pointed at An Jie and rushed forward.