Lu Weizhen shouted: "Jialai!" Xu Jialai scolded and put down his hand. Lin Jingbian seemed to be ignorant of all this, shedding two blood tears, both painful and confused, and muttered: "My master has removed the demon empty-handed...... My master got rid of the demon empty-handed...... Do you know you're going to kill him like this?"

Lu Weizhen said: "He will not die." Jialai, knock him unconscious. "It's just that his voice is as light as the wind blowing.

Xu Jialai lifted Lin Jingbian's head with one hand and gestured in his hand. Lin Jingbian was not afraid, but stared at Lu Weizhen's face, and suddenly laughed out loud, but the laughter was worse than crying, and he shouted: "Lu Weizhen, my master will never forgive you! As long as he can survive...... He's going to survive, and then he's going to kill all of you monsters and cut off your head with his own hands, believe it or not?"

Lu Weizhen was silent.

Xu Jialai scolded: "Monster monster, who are you scolding, your whole family is a monster!"

She slashed with a knife, and Lin Jingbian, who was seriously injured and exhausted, finally passed out. As soon as Xu Jialai looked up, he saw Lu Weizhen standing in place, obviously carrying a bag full of treasures, but he looked like a wandering ghost. Xu Jialai remembered Lin Jingbian's words just now, gritted his teeth, drew his sword and cut Lin Jingbian's neck.

Suddenly, I saw a light and shadow shooting straight like an arrow, and even Xu Jialai couldn't see it clearly. In the next second, her wrist hurt, and the sword fell to the ground with a "clang". Lu Weizhen had already followed the wind and stood in front of her.

Xu Jialai was unwilling, he didn't want the unaccustomed broken sword, and with a palm raised, in the surrounding courtyard, many woods, planks, and even beams suddenly trembled and flew together, standing on the ground, getting out, and flying towards her. In the process of flying, all the wood disintegrated in an instant, converging into a yellow stream of light, like a yellow snake, and plunged straight into Lin Jingbian's heart on the ground, intending to nail him to the ground.

Lu Weizhen's eyes flashed with cold light, and he grabbed Xu Jialai's hand, Xu Jialai couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't use any strength in his hand, and the wooden snake was like being dismantled and minced in an instant, turning into wood powder and falling to the ground.

"cough, cough, cough ......" Xu Jialai was choked, and he still stubbornly raised his head and confronted Lu Weizhen.

Lu Weizhen: "Who told you to kill him?"

Xu Jialai: "He is also a demon slayer!"

"They only kill those who do evil! We should have got rid of those scum!" Lu Weizhen said, "We are just seeking things, why force them to die?"

Xu Jialai angrily broke away from Lu Weizhen's hand and said, "The scum among us, what does it matter to them? Do you dare to say that they have never killed innocent people?"

Lu Weizhen was stunned for a moment and said, "Anyway, you don't have to worry about it, just take your things and leave." ”

Xu Jialai did not move.

Lu Weizhen: "Do you want me to invite you?"

Xu Jialai bit his lower lip and said, "Boss Lu, I don't want to leave you a way out for this matter." ”

Lu Weizhen was silent, and her beautiful face showed a rare coldness. Xu Jialai persuaded: "You also heard him say just now, if Chen Xiansong does not die, he will definitely hate you to the bone, and he will not give up if he does not kill you." We might as well cut down the grass and root them down today, and ...... both their master and apprentice."

Xu Jia came to see Lu Weizhen's eyes, trying hard to see something. But there was a heavy inside, like a storm was coming. Xu Jialai shuddered suddenly, when Boss Lu, who is always good-tempered, suddenly became angry, you better not fight her again.

"No need. Lu Weizhen's voice seemed to float from far away, "He has lost these things, what qualifications does he have, do it with me?" I will expel him from Xiangcheng and give everyone an explanation." ”

——

When Chen Xiansong arrived at his destination, a light rain began to fall from the sky.

The lair of the white-haired wind demon is in an unfinished building. The lights are dark, the garbage is everywhere, and the weeds are overgrown. The surrounding night was deep, like ink blurring, Chen Xiansong stepped on the dry grass under his feet, and the black figure seemed to be integrated with the night.

He was very light on his hands and feet, and quietly climbed to the third floor. I saw a dark concrete floor, and by the deepest wall, there was a thin figure wearing a silk shirt and black material pants, full of silver hair, sitting by the wall, with a very dim table lamp in her hand, she was looking down and sewing something.

Judging from the back of the clothes, there is no difference between them and those little old ladies dancing in the square. It's just that she hides alone in this unfinished building late at night to sew up, and this scene is terrifying.

Chen Xiansong no longer hid his footsteps and slowly approached her.

The man's hand paused, and he put down his needle and thread and clothes.

"Give your name. Chen Xiansong said.

The man stood up and turned slowly. It was actually a very thin face, which looked a little beautiful, and her eyes were clear, just like an old lady in her sixties.

"Boss Lu sent you?" the old lady sighed, "I know I can't escape." ”

Chen Xiansong's eyes narrowed and stared at her: "Boss Lu...... I'm a demon hunter. ”

The old lady's face changed, her original submissive and peaceful expression disappeared, and her eyes were full of cold light. It's just that someone who came to the abyss and had an extraordinary bearing, but I was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with. She scolded: "Fuck your demon hunter......" Before the words fell, a wind dragon with the thickness of a baby's arm swooped towards Chen Xiansong, she wanted to strike first!

Chen Xiansong dodged sideways, knowing that this old demon was far more powerful than the gecko man last time, and the hand-to-hand combat was not good, he planned to fight quickly, and reached out to draw the sword.

The sword moves at will. When his hand reached into his waistbag, he touched it and felt empty. When I touched it again, it was still empty. A chill that seeped into the bone marrow suddenly covered Chen Xiansong's entire back.

In a flash, he avoided the old lady's second attack in a thrilling way, and the old lady was also stunned, the legendary demon hunter's magic weapon was boundless, she was terrified, but she didn't expect this kid to find anything for a while.

Chen Xiansong touched it again.

Purple gold gourd.

Binding Rope.

Deformation mirrors.

Thunder.

......

It's all gone.

It's empty, the endless space in the pocket, it's really empty.

The chill was like frost and snow, covering Chen Xiansong's hard back layer by layer. Eighteen years of demon eradication, the instrument is in the people, and the instrument is dead. Most of them are magic weapons that the Chen family has worshiped for generations, and every demon hunter regards them as more important than life.

Now, they're all gone.

Chen Xiansong was stunned for a moment.

Before going out, Lu Weizhen lowered his eyebrows and curled his head, tying this waist bag to him with his own hands.

Distracted, the silver-haired wind demon saw the right time, and a wind dragon rose from behind and smashed straight on Chen Xiansong's back. Chen Xian snorted loosely, was smashed against the pillar, he turned over in the air, landed, did not move for a while, and a fishy sweetness surged up in his throat.

Chen Xian calmed down, seeing that the silver-haired wind demon was about to take advantage of his injury and fight back with all his might, several small wind dragons rushed towards him. Chen Xiansong touched the only remaining great magic weapon in his body, the belt that hid the secret of teleportation, and his figure flashed and disappeared.