The big evil ghost in black, seeing that he had entered a net that was difficult to escape, he was open-minded instead, and really slowly took off the face covering.

Just when the evil ghost was angry and slightly distracted, Han Zijian hurriedly took a hurry, and after he went to snatch the little girl, he flicked his legs again, and immediately advanced the child and rose into the air.

There was no need to reach the top of the pit at all, and after throwing the little girl to Tie Yunyan in the rising mid-air, Han Zijian directly did a somersault and returned to the bottom of the pit.

Reaching out steadily, she took the little girl who flew in, Tie Yunyan carried her to a big tree and placed her, then took her into her arms and hugged her gently, and then fragrant her frightened cold forehead, before softly comforting:

"Little baby, don't be afraid, uncles and aunts, they're here to catch this big bad guy..."

didn't allow the little girl who was already in her soul to respond, but by the pit, Leng Ling'er's painful voice suddenly came again:

"Leng Pengcheng, you devil who should be cut with a thousand knives, this old beast who is not as good as a beast, I must kill you with my own hands today to avenge the children..."

When Tie Yunyan heard this, she hurriedly rushed back, she dragged it back, she was already half empty, and she was holding Leng Ling'er, who was rushing Linglong, wanting to jump off the pit.

also carried Leng Ling'er, who was already angry, to the bottom of the big tree, and then hugged the little girl into her arms, Tie Yunyan said with a little guilt:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ling'er's good sister, my sister shouldn't have brought you here today, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to tell you clearly and unclear in the future, so you will use this revenge to kill your father to hate me and Zijian for the rest of your life..."

The little girl who was born ashamed of the moon and the moon and the fish and geese, and was stunned at the moment, hugged her tightly in her arms, Leng Ling'er had already burst into tears, she knelt down heavily facing the stone pit, and cried loudly and said:

"I must let Zijian cut this old beast who is not a human with a thousand knives to avenge these poor children, I will kneel here, repay his nurturing grace, and kneel to send this old devil to hell..."

After sighing heavily, when Tie Yunyan returned to the edge of the pit, the fierce fight at the bottom of the pit had already begun for several rounds.

Suddenly inexplicably took all the personal stolen goods, and was blocked for a hopeless life, but was actually his own daughter, who witnessed the evil deeds, Leng Pengcheng at this time, had already lost three points from his heart.

However, at this moment, Leng Pengcheng was already annoyed and angry, and he was completely provoked.

At this time, I saw that his eyes were like beasts, red and spewing fire, his brain was swollen like a fight, his hair was flying wildly, his fists were full of wind, and he launched the most fierce attack on Hanzijian mercilessly.

Hanzi Jian, who has already won three points, is like a civet playing dirty rat at this moment.

He wasn't in a hurry to unsheath his sword, and he didn't launch a formal return fire, he just flashed left and right, seeing the moves.

I've heard many times that this old beast is powerful, but how powerful is he?

Therefore, Han Zijian just wants to try how powerful this old animal is at the moment.

In the fierce grappling, Leng Pengcheng's power became more and more powerful, and I saw that his pace was steady, his hands and fists changed, alternating freely, his palms were windy, and his fists were vigorous.

Suddenly, I saw him again, his palms slapped together like thunder and wind, and after Hanzijian hurriedly dodged it, he only heard a 'boom', and in the moss-covered stone wall, ten deep palm prints were already in sight.

"Zijian, stop playing with this old brute, fly up quickly," Tie Yunyan at the top of the pit was already in a hurry, she pointed at the bottom of the pit with Linglong Chong, and shouted loudly.

In fact, what is more anxious than Tie Yunyan at this time should be the big snapping turtle at the bottom of the pit.

This ugly snapping turtle, which has been pressed under the stone slab and raised for ten years, full and hungry, has long been familiar with the taste of Leng Pengcheng.

This cold-blooded old snapping turtle knew that every time this inhuman old devil came, it could have a good meal.

So, this cold-blooded old beast who couldn't wait kept stretching out its turtle head, which was bigger than a dog's head, and roared at Leng Pengcheng in the air.

Hanzijian at the bottom of the pit, after hearing the eager call of the little daughter-in-law, also felt a little uninteresting.

In fact, to deal with this kind of old livestock, which is inferior to the beasts, it is still more refreshing to use 'Tututu, Tututu'.

Leng Pengcheng, an old beast with extraordinary skills, is really agile with his hands and feet, and his internal strength is profound, and he is really quite powerful, if he is accidentally patted by him, it is estimated that he can be disabled.

So, Han Zijian, who was unwilling to ram anymore, decisively bent his legs and flicked violently, and suddenly flew away.

But that Leng Pengcheng, since he has nothing to think about today, he only wants to find a companion on the Huangquan Road, and how can he let Hanzi Sword go again.

So, the Hanzi sword that flew up about seven or eight meters was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

At the same time, he felt a cold and powerful palm wind, and suddenly sneaked towards his big ass.

When he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not fun, Han Zijian was already angry, and immediately lost all the master's hundred-year skills into those two fat petals.

Sure enough, a heavy 'snap' sounded afterward.

Han Zijian's fat and dumb was shocked and numb, he immediately used gravity, coupled with the pull sent by Leng Pengcheng in vain, to press back fiercely.

At this time, I saw Han Zijian in the air, squatting down, and after pressurizing again, his right foot had already conjured up a phantom, and then a little more ruthlessly, Leng Pengcheng's head had already received a heavy kick from dizziness, and immediately sent him back to the big snapping turtle at the bottom of the pit.

The big snapping turtle, which was already hungry and pitiful, waited for thousands of years, and when it saw that it finally waited for something delicious, it was greedy and didn't care about it, and suddenly it was like lightning, and it lowered its head and opened its mouth to bite.

Leng Pengcheng saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly rolled sideways.

But he still slowed down for a millisecond, and Leng Pengcheng's fat, fragrant big Zuoduo had already reached the mouth of the big snapping turtle.

Open the big stinky mouth, and the big snapping turtle can't wait to take a hard bite.

Immediately, Leng Pengcheng's fragrant ears and ears had been easily torn away by the fierce snapping turtle, and chewed crunchy.

Can't care about the heat and wetness of the roots of his ears, Leng Pengcheng was completely enraged this time, before he got up, he used a single hanging fist to return to the horse, and while the Hanzi sword had just landed, he slammed it towards him and slammed it over.

He never expected that Han Zijian's big ass would be so resistant, and after his gravel palm just now, not only did he not react, but he also killed a horse without a shadow of a fierce killing.

But at this moment, the Hanzi Sword was already thundering.

Nima drops, Shi is bearable, Lao Tzu's big ass is unbearable.

Frowning and rubbing it, after half of the big ass that hurt and hurt, Han Zijian stared at his angry eyes, and let his cold iron and cold heart sword, which he couldn't bear for a long time, come out of its sheath with the roar of the dragon and the tiger.

Immediately, the sword aura struck, and the stone pit was immediately filled with a murderous aura.

Under the thunderous blow, he was about to get a fist, and he saw that he could abolish this hateful little rabbit cub, but suddenly saw a cold light flashing, Leng Pengcheng was startled, and he could only roll on his side and let it go.

However, he was a little slower.

After the sudden cold light and cold air in front of him floated, blood red splashed immediately, and under a huge pain, when Leng Pengcheng looked again, his left hand was completely missing at the wrist.

At the top of the pit, in the midst of cheers, Han Zijian, who was already enraged, gently kicked the broken ghost claw to the mouth of the old snapping turtle, and then gritted his teeth and took the initiative to attack, and pounced fiercely at the evil ghost Leng Pengcheng.

Leng Pengcheng, an old beast who is not a human being, but he came after drinking the strong wine of Xiongba, although he has lost an ear and a hand at this moment, he is still fierce and abnormal, after a vigorous carp stood up, he waved his palm again, and rushed towards the Hanzi sword.

In the face of this demon's terrifying combat power, while Han Zijian secretly regretted in his heart, he didn't relent.

The gaze of the essence did not leave Leng Pengcheng's powerful single palm, and the iron sword of the Han Zi Sword swung out against the wind again, this time a black and cold cold light went straight to the throat of the evil ghost.

At this moment, the sword had not yet arrived, and the cold sword qi of Hanzi Sword had already stabbed the palm wind, Leng Pengcheng saw it, and knew that he couldn't resist, so he hurriedly slipped away and retreated several feet away.

Continuing to chase closely, after the Hanzi Sword let out a long roar, it flew into the sky again, and the Cold Iron Hanxin Sword turned into a circular flying rainbow again, and this compelling sword qi immediately rolled up a large number of dead leaves.

In the thick murderous aura, I saw Leng Pengcheng shake one arm, his body floated, and he had already swept over the sword qi flying rainbow and dead leaves.

At this time, Hanzi Sword, who was becoming more and more brave in battle, could no longer contain his fighting spirit.

I saw him, and after another happy volley turned upside down, the ten thousand sword Changhong immediately turned into countless sword shadows, and then sprinkled down towards Leng Pengcheng's head.

At this time, the power of this sword was enough to dissipate the soul, and Leng Pengcheng's body was immediately completely enveloped by the sword qi.

This time, Leng Pengcheng, who had been forced to the edge of the wall, had no way to retreat at all, and he couldn't dodge.

At that moment, I saw a crisp metallic sound in the fluttering of sparks with arcs, accompanied by the cold iron and cold heart sword of the Han Zi Sword, which had already slashed through the moss-covered and incomparably hard stone wall, had already slashed over Leng Pengcheng's head, and immediately cut off his raised right arm.

In this piece of flying and sprinkling blood, Han Zijian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after his chic and arrogant fixation was closed, the sword qi sword flower full of pits just now immediately disappeared without a trace.

At this time, only the dead leaves flying all over the pit, although they have not fallen at all, the silence in the stone pit has been restored, and the silence is like death...

The defeat has been decided, and he can only desperately endure the severe pain, after Leng Pengcheng gasped for a while, he sat on the edge of the cold stone wall, he looked at Han Zijian pitifully, gasped and said intermittently:

"Han Zijian, I'm the official of the Qin's command, you can't kill me here, and you have no right to kill me!"

With the tip of the cold sword, pointing at the eyebrows of the great evil ghost Leng Pengcheng, Han Zijian sneered, he shook his head seriously and said:

"No, Leng Pengcheng, no matter what kind of feudal official you are, or what self-proclaimed land king nine thousand years old, here today is the place where your blood debt is repaid, even if I make mistakes and be demoted to a commoner again, I must cut you with a thousand knives!"

As soon as Han Zijian's words with a furious fire came out, after Leng Pengcheng sighed secretly, he looked up at the beautiful bright moon in the sky, then lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of blood foam and said:

"Okay, anyway, I can't escape death, if you really want to avenge the murder of your father, then give it a good time. ”

Gritting the steel teeth to a clucking sound, Han Zijian continued to spew anger and said:

"No, you old brute, who is not even as good as a beast, I am afraid that it will not be so easy for you to die happily now, because I have sworn here that if I can't avenge these ten resentful children this year, I will die here to apologize!"

"Then, what do you want?" Leng Pengcheng also gritted his teeth, glared, and asked with blood.

I also looked up at the moon that was hanging in the middle of the stone pit at the moment.

Han Zijian said word by word:

"With the way of the other, and give back to the other, today by the sky and the bright moon as a witness, I will definitely kill you, the great evil ghost, with a thousand swords, and then feed this hundred-year-old evil turtle !!"

Finally, after sighing in despair, Leng Pengcheng slowly closed his eyes.

"All of them! Turn back!"

Raising his head coldly at the top of the stone pit, Han Zijian shouted.

Immediately, in a long howl that was incessant, the cold iron chilled his heart, the sword qi and the sword wind suddenly rose again, and the cold sword light, under the cold moonlight, had been danced by the cold sword and could not be seen...

In the midst of the ghost howling wolf that made people happy, the vicious Hanzi Sword began to report the number of swords at the same time:

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

“......”

“......”

“......”

"Nine Hundred and Ninety-Five"

"Nine hundred and ninety-six"

"Nine hundred and ninety-seven"

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight"

"Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine"

“......”

Finally, after sharpening the last sword, Han Zijian, whose face did not change and was angry, saw that Leng Pengcheng's wolf-hearted dog lungs were still beating strongly...

But right now.

At the bottom of the cold pit, a fantastic scene suddenly appeared.

Ten shiny little red hearts with small tails suddenly rushed out of the erupting gloomy and black grottoes in a row.

These ten, floating in the bloody air, are flashing little red hearts, as if they suddenly saw their relatives, they are intimately wrapped around Hanzi Jian, happily and playfully jumping around, refusing to disperse for a long time...

Looking at the ten big revenge revenge in front of him, all of them were innocent, cheerful and lively little ghosts at this moment, Han Zijian suddenly felt guilty and tears rained down...

But when he looked up and wiped away his tears, the moonlit sky flew a life-threatening blue light again...

Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by this strange wind, and immediately became desolate and dark, and Hanzi's sword felt that his heart was like a knife.

In an instant, he was so painful that he lost his resistance, and he was so bitter that he held the sword in his right hand and the sheath in his left, and suddenly fell limply into the pile of dead leaves at his feet.

At this time, the comrades on the edge of the top of the stone pit were also shocked by this strange image from the sky.

I saw that in front of everyone's eyes, a blue light suddenly flew from the northwest direction, this fantastic blue light, after reaching the top of the stone pit, but it stopped.

When everyone looked closely, they saw a behemoth painted in bright gray and like a large plate, hovering low in the middle of the stone pit, and around it was a dazzling mysterious brilliance.

I saw that it was slowly rotating 360° in place, and under its hazy disc were several circles of flickering red and blue light.

After a few seconds, the sound of subwoofer music suddenly came from the sky.

With the sound of this shocking and dynamic music, a full moon-shaped hatch opened at the bottom of the center of the big monster.

Just when everyone was stunned, the hatch was wide open, and a red circle of light slowly shot out.

I saw that the column-shaped red circle of light, after reaching the bottom of the pit, immediately put the Hanzi Sword into the circle completely.

At this moment, in the stirring music in the sky, another word floated out:

“......

Red dust billowing in the air troubles,

The sky has a long way to send dreams,

Life and death are disturbed,

Going around and around the love network burning,

The remnants of reincarnation are not over,

......”

"Yun'er, Ling'er, come and save me!"

The Hanzi sword at the bottom of the pit finally tried his best, he was in pain, he was in pain, he was in pain, he was heartbroken and cried loudly.

Tie Yunyan and Leng Ling'er immediately reacted, and when they saw the strange red light, they had already rolled up the Hanzi Sword and began to rise, and they were immediately so anxious that they held hands and pounced to the bottom of the pit at the same time.

Gan Tongtong, Chang Xiaochun, Huang Weiwei, and Chen Zhonghua also opened their arms together almost at the same time and entered the pit together.

But the Hanzi Sword, which had been captured by that aperture and was rising faster and faster, met with everyone in the air.

Just as they passed each other, Tie Yunyan and Leng Ling'er turned around in the air at the same time, and the two of them desperately hugged Han Zijian's legs together.

"Zijian..."

"Zijian..."

However, it was useless, and a sudden strange force began to press the two of them to the bottom of the pit.

"Zijian...

"Zijian..."

Tie Yunyan and Leng Ling'er shouted heartbreakingly together, and after being forcibly separated from Hanzi's sword together, the two of them were holding a sneaker in their arms, which had been thrown to the blood-stained dead leaves at the bottom of the pit.

"Zijian..."

"Zijian..."

“......”

In the midst of these six different cries of sadness, Han Zijian was sitting cross-legged in the red circle of light.

He held a sword in his right hand.

He holds the sheath in his left hand.

He hung his head.

He hung his head.

He's on a meteoric rise.

He has hundreds of millions of attachments.

Finally, after once again exerting all his strength, Han Zijian lowered his head and half-opened his eyes.

He looked at Tie Yunyan, who was crying, and was begging for heaven with both hands.

He looked at Leng Ling'er, who was crying, holding a single shoe.

Han Zijian burst into tears at this moment.

He shouted softly:

"I'm sorry, Yun'er..."

I'm sorry, Ling'er...

I'm really going to fly...

Farewell, my dear, don't be sad, take care of yourselves..."

Still in front of everyone's eyes, in a cry, in everyone's Fa Zhi Recorder, the red light suddenly disappeared, and the Hanzi Sword had been completely engulfed by the big monster.

Three seconds later, another dazzling blue light flashed, and the disc monster that had taken the Hanzi Sword had broken through the air along the way it came, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Following this trajectory, followed by the big monster, were the ten happy little red stars, the ten beautiful little ghosts...

At this moment, at the top of this gloomy and cold plain girl's peak, except for a burst of painful crying and wailing, it has returned to its previous indifference......