What If I Can’t Die?

Da Zhiming angrily pulled out the long knife at his waist, his ferocity erupted, and a gust of wind was blown up.

The saber was infused with bull-like innate qi, and with a flash of cold light, he slashed at the axe.

Click!

As soon as this imposing sword touched the axe, it was like a rotten wood, and was shattered on the spot by the light that diffused from the axe.

The ax continued to fall, and the roof of the carriage was almost like paper, easily cut open by the sharp and domineering force.

"Master, be careful!"

Da Zhiming's palm was bleeding, and he could no longer stop the ax from falling, so he could only remind in a hurry.

Not only did Song Shi not dodge, but his eyes glowed.

"This guy is still impatient. He came to kill me so soon, so he reluctantly died again."

He grinned and stretched his neck forward.

Blood splattered and his neck was split along with the car.

"You were killed by the magic weapon blood axe, your physique +3!"

"You draw strength from death and get 2 free attribute points!"

"You will be resurrected in three seconds!"

"The resurrection location is not set, the default is to resurrect on the spot!"

at the same time.

Boom!

The wall on the side exploded suddenly, and a big hand gleaming with copper light stretched out, punching out Da Zhiming who wanted to help, smashing the opposite wall to pieces.

Boom!

The sound of Da Zhiming crashing into the wall and the ax falling to the ground sounded at the same time.

The former fell into it and disappeared, while the latter split the ground into a zhang-deep crack,

The horse screamed and was kicked flying by the burly bronze tiger, dying on the spot.

With a ferocious expression on his face, he grinned: "It's really naive to use a mortal trash weapon to receive my magic weapon, the blood axe!"

He turned around and glanced at the carriage that was divided into two halves. His legs were lying on the ground without any movement.

He sneered: "It is your honor to die under the magic weapon this time."

Thinking that Song Shi was dead, he strode over and grabbed the **** ax that had been smashed into the ground. The runes on it were brightly lit, and the ax was pulled out of the crack out of thin air.

At this moment, Song Shi beside him suddenly stood up, and a flash of sword light appeared and disappeared in a flash.

Tonghu never imagined that Song Shi was still alive. From his perception, didn't this person have no breath?

The most frightening thing is that the strength of this person's sudden burst is not much worse than his,

laugh!

A slight noise!

There was a line of blood on Tong Hu's neck, and Song Shi, who was originally dead, crossed with his sword and stood behind him.

"you!"

Bronze Tiger widened his eyes and wanted to turn his head.

Pooh!

Blood spurted from the red line around his neck, turned into a blood mist and spread, a huge human head slipped down, hit the ground with a bang, and rolled out.

His huge body fell forward slowly to the ground with a plop, and blood gushed out from his neck, quickly staining the ground red.

In his left hand, there was a talisman that was shining brightly. Due to the loss of follow-up spiritual power, it was not activated after all and gradually dimmed.

At the same time, the blood ax was also dim, falling back into the crack.

With one foot on the copper tiger's face, Song Shi held the blood-stained Junzi sword and looked down at the copper tiger: "That's it?"

The latter Tongling's big eyes dilated, full of shock and unwillingness, he never imagined that this kid was so powerful.

If he knew, he would definitely not be so arrogant, and he would not even do it casually.

A weak person who thought he could bully casually turned out to be a fierce wolf in disguise!

With the meaning of regret, the light in his eyes was extinguished like a lamp, and the bronze tiger died with regret!

"Ding, congratulations on killing the deadly object, and you will be rewarded with a chance to draw a lottery!"

After the system prompted, Da Congming stepped out of the big hole in the broken wall opposite, holding the knife handle, and stared blankly at Song Shi.

"Master, you... you killed him!"

Looking at Song Shi who was holding a long sword and stomping on his head, Da Congming was shocked.

At this moment, the big guy on the ground defeated him with one move, and the young master beheaded him in the end!

Zheng!

In the crisp voice, the gentleman's sword returned to its sheath.

"This man is too big, but I caught him by surprise, and my sword is very sharp, so it's not surprising that he died."

Song Shi calmly explained the reason, looking at the blood spurting neck, he frowned: "It's the first time to kill someone, it looks a bit bloody."

Although he had experienced a few fights, but those few times were either zombies or evil spirits, he had never killed anyone.

The corner of Da Zhiming's mouth twitched: "My old Liu's legs were trembling for the first time he killed someone. This is very good, young master."

"Pay attention to your surroundings, I will pack up the spoils."

Song Shi lowered his body and pulled out the talisman held in Tonghu's hand, and glanced at it, it was a ghost painting talisman, but it contained an inexplicable charm.

Unable to understand what it was, Song Shi continued to **** on the headless corpse, and took out a strange animal skin bag from his waist. Except for this thing, there was nothing on this man.

He put his thoughts into the bag, and faintly felt that the space inside was much larger than it looked, but it was blocked by a layer of special force, making it impossible to look further.

"Could it be that this is a storage bag for monks?"

Song Shi said pleasantly, this is a very practical treasure.

"It should be a storage bag. I heard that this special magic weapon can store things a hundred times its own volume, so it is also called a treasure bag."

Da Congming looked enviously, "Elder Qin has one, and it's usually very precious."

"nice one!"

Song Shi happily put away the storage bag, walked over to pull out the axe, and looked at it carefully.

The ax was all red, with a **** smell, obviously killing many people.

Runes are engraved on the axe, shining with a faint luster, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

"Tsk tsk, if you really kill people and set fire to the golden belt, you need to grab all your equipment."

He threw the ax to Da Congming: "This is for you, I don't need an ax. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Give me?"

Da Zhiming was flattered: "This is too precious. I heard that the cheapest magic weapon costs a million taels of silver."

"Don't just throw it away."

Song Shi turned around and left.

Da Congming could only accept it, fondled it lovingly, and obviously liked it very much.

Song Shi took two steps, stopped suddenly, and walked sideways to the wall broken by the copper tiger.

A couple and a child were lying on the ground, their necks were smashed to death, and fingerprints remained.

"Damn it, this Bronze Tiger is too bloodthirsty. It's fine to ambush me, but also to attack ordinary people!"

Song Shi's face darkened.

"Oh, young master, some of them just treat human life like nothing, and killing people is like killing chickens."

Great Wisdom sighed.

"No wonder it's so easy to kill me. This practice world is really chaotic."

Song Shi sneered, his impression of these people dropped to the extreme.

"Find some people to collect their corpses!"

"Yes, master."

"Amitabha."

A long sound of the Buddha's name, carrying a bright and heavy meaning.

Song Shi looked towards the door of this family, narrowing his eyes slightly.

A young monk with a dignified appearance appeared. This man looked about his age, very handsome, very clean and fresh.

The monk is wearing a yellow robe with a unique aura, just like the reincarnation of the Buddha.

This person holds a string of rosary beads and looks at Song Shi with a smile: "The poor monk Jinyuan Temple is Zhengyuan, the two benefactors have good thoughts and roots of wisdom, not only are they interested in entering Buddhism?"

Song Shi's face twitched. This was the first time a monk asked him to become a monk when he met him. He couldn't help curling his lips: "I'm not interested, my woman hasn't slept enough yet."