Feng Chong said this in the empty and messy prison foyer.
The ghost-faced man lured Li Changan away, and the Zhang brothers were familiar with the government officials, so they also went to seek medical advice together.
Only Feng Chong, who almost went crazy, was left, the swordsman Xu Zhan, who was paddling from beginning to end, the ranger Zhang Yi, who was lying on the ground, and the butcher Zheng Tong. Grandpa didn't care about grandma, so they stayed where they were.
After a while, Daoren Feng barely held down the injuries inside his body, and then checked the conditions of Zhang Yi and Zheng Tong.
After careful inspection, Feng Chong breathed a sigh of relief and explained to Xu Zhan, who was leaning next to him:
"Everyone has a soul, but the soul and the soul are different. Generally speaking, the soul is the yang god, controlling people's thinking and intelligence; the soul is the yin god, controlling the human body and senses. The function of the soul-fixing needle, as the name suggests, is to isolate the soul
Control of the body.”
Therefore, although the two of them seemed to be frozen on the ground, they were actually not seriously injured.
Say it.
Feng Daoren pressed his fingers slightly on Zhang Yi's ribs. As the skin and flesh sank, a small, slender needle popped out.
Then pulled it out.
"Oh uh oh..."
A long, strange moan came from the ranger's throat.
As if waking up from drowning or a long nightmare, he stood up with a startle, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It's uncomfortable to think that when you are conscious, you can't feel the taste of your body at all.
Here, Taoist Feng saw that he was fine, so he followed the same method and rescued Zheng Tong.
After that, Xu Zhan briefly told the two of them what happened in prison after they were released.
for a while.
Zheng Tuzi cursed loudly, the ranger's face turned livid, the swordsman's eyes flashed, and Feng Daoren smiled bitterly. But in the end, the four of them just looked at each other in silence. The place was quiet for a while, and they could only hear a few left-behind yamen guards playing cards deep in the cell.
Noise.
There is no point in staying.
After saying a few words of encouragement, Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan said goodbye and left. Feng Chong felt that his injuries were still recurring and wanted to adjust his breathing on the spot for a while. Zhang Yi said that he owed Feng Chong a favor and wanted to stay to protect him.
.
Feng Daoren couldn't resist, so he had to ask the ranger to help him collect the yellow talisman that had been posted around the prison.
Before the ghost-faced woman appeared, Feng Daoren deduced that she was either an evil cultivator or a spirit that came out to harm people, so beforehand, he placed some talismans throughout the prison as a warning.
As a result, as you all saw, it was completely useless.
But……
Feng Daocai sat down cross-legged, looked at his nose and heart, and heard in his ears:
"Daozhang Feng."
He reluctantly opened his eyes to meet the questioning eyes of the ranger.
Then his eyes moved down.
He saw a yellow talisman burning slowly in the opponent's hand.
"Witch!"
Suddenly, there was a roar outside the door.
It's Zheng Tuzi!
Both of them looked stern.
The ranger picked up his long knife and rushed out without thinking.
Feng Daoren struggled to get up and followed closely behind.
…………
The knight-errant Zhang Yi stood in the courtyard, his eyes solemn.
At the gate, Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
In front of the two of them.
The lingering moonlight reflected a red dress like blood, and a white blade like frost.
is her.
Ghost-faced man!
He actually killed a carbine.
Then where is Li Xuanxiao? Did he get lost? Or is he dead? Hey, it seems he has changed his mask?
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and then, the frown on his brow slowly loosened, and he even showed a short smile.
great!
The opportunity to avenge his humiliation is back together with the reward of one hundred taels of silver!
Under the waning moon.
He drew the knife in his hand and said in a deep voice:
"This knife is long..."
However, the ghost-faced girl who made a comeback seemed to be a little impatient this time. She didn't even listen to the meaning of the opening remarks of the ranger. She moved her body and swooped over.
How come these two of them don’t respect the dignity of the world?
The ranger made a rare slander, looked at the distance, and slashed head-on with his sword.
But when I saw the blade cutting through the air and screaming loudly, it seemed that the attack was fierce, but in fact it only used three-thirds of the strength, leaving the remaining seven points for subsequent changes.
No matter whether the ghost-faced girl blocks, dodges, or retreats, her many years of fighting experience have provided him with more than ten ways to deal with it and kill her opponents.
But I never thought about it.
The ghost-faced woman didn't retreat to dodge, and secondly she didn't even draw her sword to block, but actually hit her head under his blade!
What number is this?
…
"Beware of fraud!"
An urgent reminder sounded behind my ears.
Ranger's mind immediately recalled the scene that happened in the prison foyer.
His eyes flashed, he stamped his front foot and pressed his back hand.
The forward slashing force immediately turned into a step back, and the long knife was immediately retracted. As the wrist turned, a fine knife curtain was woven in front of the body.
In the blink of an eye, offense becomes defense.
On the other hand, the ghost-faced woman didn't make any changes in response, and just slammed her body into the sword curtain.
as expected.
Just when I touched the blade, I saw no blood spattering, I just listened:
"boom."
The whole person suddenly dispersed into a large puff of smoke, which kept coming and hit the ranger's head and face.
at the same time.
Another ghost-faced man had already used his phantom body to cover up and suddenly arrived with a sword.
In the smoke that makes it difficult to see anything, a cold glow suddenly appears!
If the ranger didn't listen to the warning and changed his tactics, he might be caught off guard and suffer a big loss.
But now...
He ignored the approaching sword edge, only opened his eyes wide, stared at the blurry shadow in the smoke and quickly hit him, and raised the tip of the sword diagonally.
The sword in his hand was two feet and seven inches long, while the sword of the Ghost-Faced Man was no more than half an arm's length, only two feet and one inch. If she didn't stop and insisted on running into him, this six-inch difference would mean the difference between victory and death.
Unexpectedly.
Instead, the ghost-faced girl tiptoed a little, instead of retreating, she advanced, and bumped herself towards the tip of the knife again.
The ranger frowned.
Another phantom?
Although there were doubts in my heart, my sword never hesitated.
The ranger took another half step back, opened up some space, used the knife as a spear, and stabbed straight out.
in a blink.
The tip of the knife was already pressed against the opponent's forehead, and even slightly embedded in the mask.
Only in the next breath.
Then he saw the long knife piercing his head, killing the ghost-faced girl on the spot.
However, at this critical moment of life and death, the red dress under the ghost-faced body (Harmony) suddenly opened up, like a flower blooming or holding an umbrella. Her whole body's flying movement immediately stopped, and in an instant, it changed from extreme movement to extreme stillness.
The ranger was startled, and he quickly pressed his body forward, and took advantage of the situation to extend the tip of the knife forward.
But the skirt of the ghost-faced man suddenly trembled, like a carp in the water wagging its tail. The man moved away out of thin air, leaving only a shallow scratch on the mask with the tip of the knife that was handed out in a hurry, but he still pounced again.
To the ranger.
The ranger rushed to remedy the situation, dragging the blade and strangling the opponent's neck.
The ghost-faced girl had already returned her sword to protect her vitals.
"Stab it."
The harsh sound of steel strangulation suddenly erupted.
The dagger seemed to be thin and brittle, but it was unexpectedly tough. Under the sharpening of the blade, a string of dazzling sparks were drawn. Then, the edge of the blade had no choice but to deviate from the vital point of the neck, cutting into the shoulder blade in vain, opening a wound deep enough to reveal the bone.
At the same time.
The ghost-faced woman had already broken into the ranger within one step, and all she had to do was wave her sword in her hand.
The ghost-faced woman was injured and the ranger died.
This moment.
The ranger felt that his body's flesh and blood were boiling hot, and his instinct screamed to run away; but his heart was bone-chilling, and experience told him that he could not avoid it or escape.
The dying moment.
His eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, but the corners of his mouth were split into a sinister smile.
On the handle of the knife, the holding of the front hand is replaced by the pressing of the wrist, and the blade must be pressed down hard.
Death is okay.
Leave an arm!
However.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly met the ghost-faced woman's eyes.
What kind of eyes are those, like the clear blue sky in autumn, or like the deep pool of water in the mountains, making people unconsciously sink into harmony... No!
The ranger bit the tip of his tongue, and the sharp pain dispelled the confusion in his mind.
Witch!
He was furious.
An dares to use sorcery to trick someone!
But.
In such a short blink of an eye, the ghost-faced girl had already broken into his arms, pressing her chest with a bare hand, holding a slender short needle between her fingers.
Ever since.
His sword, his determination, and his anger all came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the Ghost-faced Girl had already stepped on his shoulders, crossed his body, and rushed to the prison.
From beginning to end, there was never a pause for even a second.
…………
Daoren Feng was not a murderer. He could not understand the murderous intention and life-and-death twists and turns in that moment.
He was just filled with anguish. It was useless for him to remind the ranger, but he was still knocked down by the other party's face, and he didn't get any time to cast the spell.
In view of the lesson, he chose a short spell this time, but no matter how short it was, he still had to finish reciting the five words "Urgent as a law".
But just when he read the word "ru", the ghost-faced man was already killing him in front of him.
"boom."
With the familiar fists and the familiar eyes flashing, he transformed from a green eye to a panda with two eyes.
But this time, he managed to hold on with shame and anger. He staggered a step, squeezed out the word "law" between his teeth, and then...
"Boom."
A loud and crisp stroke on the vaginal leg.
The spells, energy, and something important were all gone.
He hunched over like an epileptic prawn and fell on the threshold, watching helplessly as the ghost-faced man hurriedly entered the prison.
…………
You Xiaer and Feng Daoren are still invincible, so how can the few government officials in the prison stand up to them?
They didn't even notice the movement outside the prison until the ghost-faced woman broke into the prison.
Some people screamed, some rushed to get money, and some peed... But no one picked up the weapons around them to resist.
But the ghost-faced girl just stepped on their gambling table and hurried past, showing no interest in taking a look at them, and had no intention of striking them with a sword.
He flew to the end of the prison, trembled with the sword in his hand, and struck it straight at the beggar's heart.
Seeing that the beggar is about to follow in the footsteps of Qian Dazhi, Wang's daughter-in-law, and the dozens of victims in Xiaoshui City in the past few months.
Killed by a sword through the heart.
suddenly.
The beggar, who had been in a state of confusion all night like a walking zombie, suddenly raised his head.
But, hidden by his messy hair, his face and neck were covered with large and small pustules, which swelled and shrank as he breathed.
The cloudy and scattered yellow eyes reflected the cold edge of the sword.
In silence.
He grinned.
For a moment, his whole body looked like a pustule on his face. With the sound of tearing cloth, it suddenly expanded and turned into a huge (harmony) human skin bladder.
Under the stretchy blue-white and transparent skin, a large number of poisonous insects swelled and squirmed (harmoniously) accompanied by the strange ink-colored smoke, making the human skin thinner and thinner and bigger and bigger.