Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Because of the need to take care of a person, the situation has turned sharply. It will take a while, and there are many wounds on the road, and blood is dripping.

Obviously it is the soul, how can it bleed?

Ye Shaoyang didn't have time to think about this. He tried to get out of trouble and found that the Tianfeng Thunderfire flag didn't know what was banned. There was a strange force. The outside attack couldn't get in, and he couldn't get out. He couldn't help but yell:

"What do you do, you are a beast, you are insulting me!"

The road wind smashed a sword light and retreated to his side, panting. "Remember that when you were ten years old, did I take you to the Internet cafe to watch the movie?"

Ye Shaoyang stunned and said: "You took me to the movies in two days. How do I know what you are talking about? What do you say about this now, let me go!"

"When you think about it, you will understand everything I have done today."

What the road wind wants to say, turned around and saw that the four swords of Zhu Xian had risen to the ground and turned into four extremely horrible streams of light, flying towards themselves.

"Maybe I can't see that day. Try it."

The road was straight and looked at the seven-star Longquan sword in his hand. "Old friends, go find your real master."

Forced to throw the sword in front of Ye Shaoyang, looking at the powerful sword light from four angles, the hands are printed, and they are unyielding.

"The wind!"

Chen Lu also saw the crisis in it, shouting loudly, trying to rush over and being held down by the cold jade.

Zhang did not grow and sighed, and when the sword was moved, he would see the blood. He couldn’t stop the sword. A generation of Taoist gods will die, and it is dead in the hands of the same door. It is also embarrassing to think of it.

"Amitabha..." Interpretation of the letter and the Dustmaster too announced a Buddha number at the same time, the wind and the commandments are in front of you, no one can save him this time.

The eyes of the people, along with the four swords, flew to the front of the road, blocked by the enchantment formed by the wind, and hovered for a moment, crushing the enchantment, and seeing the wind.

Suddenly, a few figures took the ghost out of the ground and just stopped in the wind.

"噗噗噗" a few times, Jianqi stabbed into the figure, immediately came a wow scream, a few black shadows wounded to the side, the four swords are immediately chasing the past.

"There are still rescuers!" Zhang Wusheng stunned. No wonder the wind was so calm. It was originally arranged, but these ghosts were drilled from the ground. It must have been a void, from the ghost field.

"The soul of the ghost domain, the wind, you really got into the magic!"

Immediately summoned everyone to practice, and sacrificed four swords, and smashed those ghosts.

Those ghosts couldn't easily escape from the sword. Seeing the swords and chasing them, they frightened and fled back and forth in the battle to avoid the sword.

However, the scope is limited, the speed of Jianguang is extremely fast, and several rounds are tossed down. Several ghosts are forced into the corner. Seeing the four swords flying in the air, they are scared to hold together and scream.

At this time, a figure was drilled from the ground, wearing a golden crown, wearing a silver helmet, and covered with a black cloak, pretentious, just in the middle of several black shadows and four swords.

Just drilled out and saw a few ghosts shivering in the corner, yelling: "What are you doing!"

"You are behind!" The shadow yelled.

A tall man, just turned back, four swords are flying towards their own door, hurriedly stretched out to block, Jianguang flashed, straight through the arm.

In a hurry, the tall man took his head to the side, and two swords flew over his cheeks, leaving two scars.

The tall man slowed down and hurried back to the side. He shook his body and the cloak flew out. He blocked the four swords and shouted: "What the hell!"

"So great!" A wizard was shocked.

"Brother, look at this man's costume, 80% is a ghost in Taiyin Mountain!" Longyang real people said in Zhang Wusheng's ear.

Zhang Wusheng slowly nodded and greeted everyone: "Set fire, first destroy this ghost!"

Everyone bites the tip of the tongue, spurting blood on the implement, and blessing the array. The four swords of the immortal singer are full of glory, and the cloak is completely torn open. The four swords flew toward the generals dressed in the generals.

"Mom, what the situation!"

The general who looked like a general knew that the four swords were not easy to deal with. In the middle of the battle, the wolf's head fled, and swept away and saw several masters of the practice. He shouted: "You dare to attack the king and die!"

The monk was despised by him, and he trembled a little, thinking that he could not get out of the trapped battle, and bravely shouted: "Wang, your sister, it’s still here when you die!"

"Good, you, wait!"

The general wanted to break through the void and escape to the ghost field, but the four swords of the immortal follow closely, and he did not give him a chance to practice.

"Oh, it's quite hard. If you want to be a prince, you will be in the midst of my fairy tales. There is only one dead road!"

Zhang Wusheng is self-satisfied, Longyang real person suddenly legs soft, fell to sit on the ground, holding Zhang Wusheng's arm and said: "Brother, broken!"

"It’s not bad, this is a powerful ghost, and it can’t escape!”

"It's really bad!" Longyang real people are crying. "This is not a ghost. This is the three kings of the reincarnation division!"

"What, what!" Zhang Wusheng polished his eyes, and fixed his eyes, not who the three kings are! Suddenly scared the three souls to see the seven scorpions, and screamed, "Three Kings, you, how do you follow the wind?"

The three kings hold their heads while fleeing and staring at him. They roared and said: "I am with your ancestors! This king is coming to pick up the wind. You dare to attack this king, you, a group of bull noses and vultures... Hello. Big courage!"

The Three Kings are also in a hurry, and the mouth is unobtrusive. It is no wonder that he was ordered to come to the world to catch the wind, use the sacred spirit to find his whereabouts, prepare for a sudden attack, surround him, and the result is reversed. Was attacked by people, but also lost the cloak of the day, not angry, it is strange.

When Zhang Wusheng heard it, he just wanted to kill himself. However, when he heard the three kings yelling at himself, his face was a little hanged, and his heart was dark: You didn’t come out late, but when the road was about to hang, it came out. I know which ghost you are? If it weren't for you, the wind was already in the air, and there are still these things.

However, this is something that can't be said. If you come to your own loss, the second is that you can't easily offend the Fawang. At the moment, you can laugh and say: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it is a misunderstanding. We are also taking the wind and don't want to marry the king. ——"

"Don't fart, collect the sword!"

Zhang Wusheng's face is slightly red, and said: "The four swords of Zhu Xian, once excited, automatically suffocate and kill, no blood, no way."

"What a ghost thing!" The three kings shouted, "The old cow nose, you let a mouth open, let me go out!"