764: C764 Eight We're Dying from Your Poison

C764 Eight We're Dying from Your Poison

Old Eight, we're about to be poisoned to death by you.

Just as the six of them were confused, Zhang Xing flicked his finger.

"Puff!"

Before Gong Qu could react, the tip of Zhang Xing's blade had pierced into her brow!

"Clang!"

The broken blade in Gong Qu's hand fell to the ground. His body slowly leaned backwards and fell to the ground with a thud. He died.

The remaining five people felt a chill run through their hearts, and they rushed towards the parietal region.

Old Eight's Poison Code did not work?

"This is impossible!"

Feng Jie's expression changed, and he cried out in shock.

"Why not? I said that the poison you used was fake, but you still don't believe me."

Zhang Xing said with a smile.

"I don't believe you. You must have some treasure that can help you avoid poison."

Feng Jie's eyes turned red. As he said that, he pushed his palm forward. A puff of blue smoke spurted out from his palm and instantly enveloped Zhang Xing, Solina, and the four leaders.

Not only that, Feng Jie pushed his right palm again. With a whoosh, a black and green poisonous gas sprayed out.

After that, a purple-red green smoke came out from his left palm, and four beautiful poisonous gas came out from his right palm.

"I don't believe that poison can't kill you!"

"I don't believe it!"

"I'll poison you to death! "

Feng Jie was confused. A Fourth Grade Venerable poison master was seriously provoked by a young man. He suspected that the young man had used fake poison.

This was intolerable and unforgivable.

It didn't matter if Feng Jie was in a trance, but he didn't have to worry about being immune to poison.

But his four companions couldn't bear it.

One had to take only one antidote to detoxify the poison, and it could only resist three or four of the poison gas that he had planned to use.

However, in the time it took for one breath, Feng Jie had already struck out more than a hundred times in a row.

The poison that Zhang Xing had taken out had already corroded the air, and it had disappeared from where it was.

The three-feet-wide rock underneath their feet had also been corroded into a pile of debris.

Sha Tang, sugar Cane, flowerflower, and Wilted Stone's faces had already turned red. They desperately circulated their combat power to resist the poisonous gas.

Zzzah! Zola!

The battle energy barrier around their bodies was constantly being consumed by the poisonous gas. It looked like they would not be able to withstand it in a few breaths' time.

"Old Eight! Stop!"2

San Dang Sha Tang divided a bit of energy and quickly sent a voice transmission.

The Eighth Manager, Feng Jie, was about to lose his mind. He was angry and did not hear what Sha Tang said at all.

Zhang Xing had already used his left hand, but he didn't attack the others immediately.

To him, it was the same whether he killed them earlier or later.

He looked at Feng Jie, who looked like a sealed devil, and the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile.

That cold gaze, that mocking smile, was simply a great humiliation to Feng Jie.

If he was in poison master's Poison Hall now, he would immediately challenge Zhang Xing and test out the poison.

After another ten breaths, Sha Tang and the other three were at the end of their ropes. Their faces were pale, and blood was flowing out of their nostrils.

The poisonous gas had already passed through the combat energy barrier and started invading their bodies.

"Old Eight! Do you want to kill us?"

Sha Tang shouted with all his strength. After he shouted, he could not hold on any longer. He let go of Duan Ri Zi Wei Sword and fell to the ground with a puff.

When Feng Jie heard the roar, it was as if he had just woken up.

Not good!

For a moment, he had poisoned Old Third and the others.

He hurriedly removed the toxicology, but it was too late.

Sugar Cane, flowerflower, and Wilted Stone had already released their weapons and laid on the ground softly.

The poisonous gas followed their blood and appeared on their skin. The colors of red, orange, yellow, blue and purple kept changing.

He flicked out dozens of poisonous gas from his hands and injected them into the four people's bodies.

Only then did he stop the spreading of the poisonous gas.

However, at this moment, they had already lost the ability to fight. One of the six men had been killed by Zhang Xing, while the other four had been knocked down by him.

He was the only one who could fight, but his greatest reliance, the Four Symbols Poison Codex, was useless.

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