"Gu Mei Aoxue, I heard that he is a miserable man."
Situ Xian chuckled and said with emotion: "There are so many miserable people in the world, and he is not the only one missing. How many soul-chasing needles did the King of Thieves shoot out just now with his Swift Wind and Rain technique?"
"The needles are not soul-chasing needles, and there are not many of them, only eighteen." Yaowang suddenly felt that what he said was inappropriate, and followed up, "You brother is not bad at it, you can see fourteen, and what's more?"
It can catch twelve. What a pity, no matter whether it is twelve or seventeen, as long as one of them escapes, it will be useless."
Situ Xian put down the fan and placed it in the hands of Gu Mei Aoxue: "I don't have anything else, but I have to have something decent to be buried with me. The painting on this fan was painted by the painting saint Dan Qingzi four hundred years ago. It can be considered
Expensive."
Situ Qian used a short knife to separate the palms of his hands, and blood kept flowing out. The blood flowed out, but it floated on his side without falling to the ground.
"Rain of blood, Yama Palace!" The man who turned into a ghost and god with blood flew towards Yaowang. Yaowang moved back a few feet, but the Blood Rakshasa still rushed towards him, "Didn't you say that Situ Xian is
Are you a treacherous and evil person who likes to drink human blood and eat human flesh? This blood is not Situ Xian’s. The owner of this Rakshasa ghost blood is a ghost man, and the person who taught me how to control this ghost blood is an out-and-out devil.
!”
Behind Situ Qian, the water and fire riders in blue and red clothes looked at each other, and then rushed towards Yao Wang like wolves and tigers. However, Yao Wang was like tissue paper blown by the wind, and it was difficult to locate him. When Yao Wang was slightly proud, his body
He turned backwards and stood on a tree. His right foot was covered in ice and the boot on his left foot was burned.
Yaowan frowned, this kind of ability is not like turning energy into objects in martial arts, and asked: "You are all cultivators of immortality..."
"The two of them have indeed cultivated some immortal ways. So what if they are immortals? It's not like they have nothing to do against the King of Thieves."
Yaowan slowly took off his boots and lifted up his trousers, only to see an iron ring tied to each of his ankles. His fingers became like iron about to be tempered, and he gently pressed on the two iron rings.
The rings were melted, and there were two more loud sounds. The sound of the two iron rings falling to the ground was like a heavy object falling to the ground.
"You guys should be careful. The King of Thieves Yaowan removed the Wind Spirit Ring, which means he decided to use Bu Ye Jue." Situ Xian suddenly knelt down on the ground, covering his heart with one hand and beating the ground with the other, "Also
No...not enough time..."
Even though he was unwilling to give in, Situ Xian still spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body collapsed and stopped moving.
And the blood of the Rakshasa that had been chasing Yaowu was spilled when he fell down, making it wet. The blood soaked the ground and was gradually blown dry by the wind, but the smell was not that fishy smell. It smelled better like the four
The fragrance of rose flowers blooming at the beginning of the month.
The two horsemen of water and fire looked at each other again, and the two seemed to have turned into water and fire entangled together, and the shape was like a Tai Chi talisman flying towards Yaowang. Yaowuan's body dissipated, leaving a shadow on the tree. When the Bagua talisman flew by, that
Shadows are also like clouds
The smoke dissipates.
"Bu Ye's residual image, ghost shadow!" When Yaowu appeared again, he grabbed one person on each hand on his left and right hands, and these two people were the Water and Fire Cavalry, "Bu Ye's residual image, phantom!"
The two of them, Water and Fire, were thrown out and hit a tree.
The water and fire duo stood up again, still fiercely raising their kung fu, and seemed to be fighting to the death against Yaowu. Yaowu had no choice but to ask: "Tell me, why are you doing this? What are you doing for risking your life like this?"
"Some people live a hundred years but don't know what they are doing, and some people live a valuable life even if they only live twenty years." Shui Qi didn't have time to continue, and his body became paralyzed like Situ Xian just now.
He fell to the ground like that.
"A hundred years is a drop in the sky in terms of history. Some people will eventually be forgotten because of their inaction. Although what we have done is a gamble with our lives, future generations can know from history that we once existed...
"The fire rider also collapsed, and Yaowan looked at the four people lying on the ground, wondering what kind of organization this was.
"Are you wondering why these four people were defeated so easily in front of you? One day when you meet Yaksha or Yan Yunqi who is not as good as Yaksha, you will understand what a terrifying organization this is." Mrs. Huaying said.
As the saying goes, the people beside her went up or carried or carried the bodies of the four Yan Yunqi people out of sight. Then she heard Mrs. Huaying laugh and say, "These four people will one day come back with another look."
, and come back in the name of the Western Pirate Bai Ying."
"What do you mean by this?"
Hearing the sound of breaking the wind, the girl holding the sword attacked Yaowang. Yaowuan's body was only a finger away from the tip of the sword. The sword passed by, but it was a shadow again.
"This guy's Bu Ye Jue is really troublesome. Madam, what should we do?"
Mrs. Huaying nodded slightly, and the girl holding the sword smiled, and the swords in her hands became two: "Originally, I wanted to kill the uncle holding the sword, but now, I can only wait for the next opportunity.
"
A copper coin went back and forth between the five fingers of Yaowuan's right hand, and finally was clamped between the index and middle fingers. With a flick, the copper coin was faster than an arrow leaving the string. The girl turned over like a swallow, and the belt holding her skirt was cut into two pieces.
Then Yao Wang said in a cold voice: "Although I don't like to talk about seniority, someone who has no family education should really be taken care of."
The girl's body landed steadily, and she felt a gust of wind blow by. Her hands were tied together by a thin rope, using the three-ring and four-circuit knotting method.
"With this little skill, in front of Leng Buyu, I'm afraid you will be dead before you can draw your sword. Leng Buyu is different from ordinary knights. Lies will not kill women, children, defenseless people, or people who have no strength to tie a chicken." He raised his index finger.
He touched the girl's chin and said, "Do you remember how that Taoist who used the Liangyi sword technique died?"
"You recognize that I use Liangyi Swordsmanship!"
"When I was twelve years old, I entered the Muhan Tower. The room of Sword Master Zhuge Ding was filled with swordsmanship from all over the world. There are so many swordsmanships in the world that come and go. I am afraid that I will be colder than that Zhongxihou.
The words are even more clear." There were two more silver needles between Yaowang's fingers, "Of course, I also understand the ways to break these sword techniques, especially for someone like you who has not yet started, let alone has perfect skills."
Hearing the sound of wind, Yaowuan's face changed at the same time. His body dodged out and floated to the tree, covering his mouth and nose: "When?"
"It's time for Situ Xian to die." Mrs. Huaying walked towards Yaowang slowly. Yaowuan's feet seemed to be nailed to the tree trunks, unable to move, let alone come and go without a trace like the wind, "I advise you not to move again.
Doing this will only increase your fatigue and make your breath more confused."
Yaowu frowned, and his pupils dilated for a moment: "Is this fragrance the soul-stirring April?"
"April captures the soul, Rose." Mrs. Huaying had already arrived under the tree and looked up at Yaowu with a guilty look on her face, "Since everyone in the world has guessed that Bai Ling is Hua Wuwu and Huaying is Niji, then it should be
I know that among the four maids of Peach Blossom Temple, Maudai, Niji, are not stained, but their beautiful appearance has thorns."
Although his breath was unstable, Yaowuan still grinned and said: "So, you are the rose flower covered with spikes."
Mrs. Huaying smiled slightly, then her eyes showed sadness, and said: "The one you like is also covered with sharp thorns, but it is a rose that represents imprisonment."
Yaowan couldn't understand what Mrs. Huaying said, and didn't want to pay too much attention to it. He asked, "Oh, I don't know which one I like. What about you? What do you represent?"
Mrs. Huaying shook her head, and then the sadness in her eyes was replaced by a kind of hope, and she said: "I don't know, all I want is to live a peaceful life with the flower man."
"Isn't the sky not what people want? Peach Blossom Temple..." Yaowuan's head buzzed, and there was a pain that seemed to be broken, "Why..."
Mrs. Huaying frowned. Although her voice was soft, every word fell into Yaowu's ears: "Sure enough, it was the fairy's good deeds that made you forget about Bu Ran and your child who is about to go to school."
"Buran, child..." Yaowu's vision went dark, and he moved forward for a moment, then fell down and fell heavily.
"Madam, what should I do with the bones of this thief?" The girl untied her hands, as if she had a thousand hatreds for Yao Wang and wanted to cut him into pieces and drink his blood and eat his flesh.
"Carry his body back to the mansion and ask the eminent monks and Taoists to recite sutras..."
Suddenly they heard a baby cry, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears. Mrs. Huaying did not do so, she faced the place where the sound came from. At the top of a three-story tree, a woman wearing a bamboo hat stood on her toes.
Standing on it, the wind blew the tulle on her hat and the hem of her skirt.
Hearing the wind blowing again, someone tapped Mrs. Hua Ying on the shoulder. She turned around and Mrs. Hua Ying couldn't help but take a few steps back. The face was not human, with sharp horns and fangs, and a ferocious face. It was clearly an evil ghost from the depths of hell.