"Puppet King?" Feng Chenglin paused in his footsteps and looked behind him: "Three young masters?"

At that moment, Zhao Sheng jumped up and grabbed Liao Ao with one hand.

At the same time, in his left hand, a cold light burst, looting Fengchenglin.

At this time, Feng Chenglin was still turning his head and looking at Ling Luoyu.

Liao Ao's expression changed a few moments, and he suddenly leaped forward, as if he had exhausted all his strength, hitting Feng Chenglin's body, knocking back the words behind him.

'puff! "

Cold light swept across Liao Ao's back, and he also snorted, and even stumbled out with Feng Chenglin and fell into a ball.

After the first blow, Zhao Sheng shot again, and Leng Guang turned a direction, and continued to kill Feng Chenglin.

"Oh shit"

Although Feng Chenglin was pressed by Liao Ao, his momentum remained unchanged.

Raising his hand, a blue light fluttered out instantly.

"Ding!"

The blue light and cold light collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Zhao Sheng's expression changed in shock, and he instinctively retreated, but the penetrating power and speed of blue light exceeded his imagination.

Before he could start, the blue light had penetrated his body.

"puff!"

The blood swirled out along the blue light.

"boom!"

Zhao Sheng fell to the ground in embarrassment, a small **** mouth was bleeding on his left chest.

He hurriedly pressed the wound with his hand, turned over with difficulty, and faced Feng Chenglin vigilantly.

Fortunately, Feng Chenglin did not take advantage of the victory, but raised his hand to recall Blu-ray, smirking squintingly at Zhao Sheng.

"I said that the last name is Zhao, you are too dishonest! Didn't you say that you will be able to deal with people with one hand and let them go with the other? But now it's better, you see..."

He waved his hands and turned around eagerly.

"You are the one who was injured, right?"

"Really?" Zhao Sheng looked behind Feng Chenglin with a faint smile, "Isn't it just me?"

Feng Chenglin waved his hand indifferently, but didn't turn around: "You are talking about Liao Ao? Don't you know that he is the kind that does not live or die? Not to mention that you gave him a wound, even if it is. If you screw off his head, you don't necessarily die... right?"

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu's voice came from behind.

There was a wave of waves in Feng Chenglin's heart, and he turned slowly.

Behind him, Liao Ao was lying on the ground, with his broken clothes, his wounds were gradually turning black, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding white skin.

"He was poisoned!" Ling Luoyu stood still in front of Liao Ao, pressing his fingertips around the wound: "Did you know that Zhao's weapons are poisonous?"

"...I am a dead person, so what kind of poison are I afraid of?"

"There are some poisons, but the blood seals their throats. If the living people are stained, they will definitely die! But some poisons... are for you, right?"

"This kind of poison... Although I don't know what it is, I can see some effects. Once you get this kind of poison, it will quickly corrode your body!"

A thin light flashed from the bottom of Ling Luoyu's eyes, looking at Liao Ao scorchingly.

"Even if it's an immortal body like you, it will be the result of corrosion at the beginning, right?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Chenglin quickly withdrew: "San Shao, you wouldn't mean...this poison is like a tarsal maggot, once it gets on it, it will never get rid of it, right? ...Then he..."

Liao Ao's wound continued to turn black, and the black color was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No... Liao Ao, aren't you immortal? How could you still..."