At this time, the idiom Fan's heart was completely cold, and it was so cold that it couldn't be worse.

Or more accurately, it's no different from falling into a 10,000-year-old ice cellar.

Those extremely cold hands, although they were gently on Cheng Yu Fan's shoulders, made Xi Yu Fan feel that they were simply sharp blades one after another, slamming into his chest, slashing him open his stomach one after another.

"Die!"

This sin, idiom Fan doesn't want to suffer anymore.

This sin, idiom Fan also wants to let him end it earlier.

However, this sin had to be ended a little earlier.

I saw that the idiom Fan gritted his teeth, was ruthless, and didn't turn his head back, and directly stabbed the backhand Silver Flint Sword and the Heavenly Spirit Fire Thunder Sword, and went directly towards the two cold hands.

"Tom!"

The crisp sound of the collision between the tip of the sword and the back of the palm can't help but sound in this dark and dim, cloudy corridor.

In an instant, it was as if he had fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cellar, but this time it was really transmitted directly from the palm of the idiom Fan's hand to his brain. Instead of a layer of clothing on the shoulders.

It's just that this time the direct collision between the two swords and the back of the palm of the hand is like a direct collision of the heart, and it seems that there is a trace of spark. Yes, that's right, it's a spark. A man, and a ghost!

On the back of that bone-chilling hand, what Idiom Fan felt was not just cold, but also perceived the resentment that came from the depths of his heart, the cold resentment. However, it is only that whether this resentment is after death or before death, idiom Fan has no way of knowing.

However, whether before or after death, the idiom Fan also took note.

"I'll free you today!"

Holding it with his backhand palm, Idiom Fan put away the silver flint sword, and at the same time grabbed the two cold hands, and with lightning speed, he directly came to an over-the-shoulder fall. However, at the moment of the over-the-shoulder fall, the female ghost was a female ghost, and it was the female ghost on the dead tree on the second floor.

Her clothes were soaked, and her neck still had the marks left by the tight rope loops. The base of the tongue in the throat seemed to be pushing deeper into the mouth than when I saw it on the second floor just now, and the eye sockets seemed to be more open and open than just now.

Merely...... It's just that when the pupils of Idiom Fan were tightly locked on the originally godless eyeballs of the hanged female ghost, at this moment, he suddenly found that the originally round and convex godless eyeballs stared at him, or stared at the hanged female ghost farther and farther away, but his eyes were no longer as round and convex as he saw before, but looked at Idiom Fan tightly, staring at Idiom Fan.

"Plop, plop, plop!" The heart beat violently three times, each time more violently.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?" Idiom Fan's heart trembled for no reason, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This hanged female ghost has changed, changed, changed......

The next moment, the ominous feeling in my heart was like driving into the highway, and it rushed all over the whole body at high speed!

Just when Idiom Fan fell over the shoulder and starved the hanged female ghost to the floor, there was a bang, and the female ghost was thrown heavily on the tile floor by Idiom Fan.

At the same time, with this heavy flick, the tiles under the hanged female ghost were also crushed into powder by her.

"What a strong Yuan Ling aura!" idiom Fan was stunned, and he was even more stunned, and the trace of fear in his heart couldn't help but come into being.

You know, the hanged ghost or the ghost is filthy and has no quality. At the same time, the over-the-shoulder fall of the idiom Fan only knocked the hanged female ghost to the front, although it was a little strong, but the strength was not enough to shake the tiles below into powder.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, just as the idiom Fan was thinking, he only felt that his neck was suddenly entangled by something cold, not to mention cold, but also wet, slippery, and with an incomparable blood and resentment. Also at the next moment, Cheng Yufan didn't look at it, nor did he think about it, subconsciously, he put away the Heavenly Spirit Fire Thunder Sword, turned his fist into a palm, and turned his palm into a palm knife.

The palm knife is formed, the idiom Fan doesn't say a word, the current and dragon crystal flames are gathered on the palm knife, and the sound of the current and the whirring flame are under the dual control of the Yuan Ling and the spirit of the idiom Fan, and the palm knife turns into a knife of electric fire.

"Whoosh!"

It was too late, and just when he felt that his neck was suddenly strangled and he was about to breathe, the palm knife carrying a strong electric fire slid through an extremely strange arc above the corridor of the night.

At that moment, the idiom Fan, who had just felt that he was about to suffocate, was also relieved in an instant.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" is also here, and the idiom Fan can't help but cough several times in a row, which can be regarded as a real relief.

Taking advantage of the situation, Idiom Fan also used his other hand to tear off the cold and slippery thing that was still hanging around his neck. I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

"Tongue...... Tongue?" In an instant, the idiom Fan's scalp was numb, and the fear in the nausea just now was even worse.

At this time, the hanged female ghost who was thrown on the tile floor in front of her by Idiom Fan gradually turned over, and at the same time, she shook her strange body and stood up quietly.

The eye sockets opened very quickly, and the round and convex eyeballs were staring at Idiom Fan tightly, or, as if staring at something in Idiom Fan's body, very deep, very deep.

The long black damp hair sticking to the skull gradually hung straight down towards the face of the hanged female ghost. And. It's just that this hanged female ghost seems to have changed into a white dress, the forest is white and white, and the whiteness really makes people have goosebumps layer by layer, and the whiteness really makes people shudder.

If there is a dry well here, if this female ghost is not a hanged ghost, but crawls out of the dry well, the idiom Fan will think that this is 100% true. Of course, if there is another TV, it is not difficult to ensure that this "young lady" will not climb out of the TV!

After a while just now, Idiom Fan's eyes seem to be more adapted to the dimness of the five fingers that are now missing, due to the dual effect of the Yuan Spirit and the spirit, Idiom Fan's perception of the surroundings is becoming clearer and clearer, although the five fingers are not visible here, and it is extremely dim.

Idiom Fan flung the severed tongue in his hand to the side, and the severed tongue also made extremely intimate contact with the wall.

There was a "pop", crisp but loud, resounding through the entire corner aisle.

At this time, the idiom Fan didn't say a word, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, this is his style, and it is also the style that Old Man Ge has given him to the enemy from the beginning.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Therefore, although there is a hanged ghost in front of him, and a poor unjustly hanged ghost, the idiom Fan still will not show mercy.

As a mercy to the hanged ghost, the idiom Fan was going to kill her with his own hands. Even if he can't be reborn in bliss, then let him be reincarnated and start again!

"Whew!"

At this time, a sound pierced the silence of the night sky. Idiom Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and then his right hand was deep in the depths of lightning speed, quickly pulling the thing that broke through the tranquility of the night sky. Wet and slippery. That's right, it's still the same, exactly the same as before.

Tongue!

Idiom Fan is a burst of disgust, and the blood and resentment on this tongue are not only disgusting, but also make the fear in Idiom Fan's heart even worse.

Perhaps under the influence of the Yuan Spirit and the high level of spirit, this disgusting terror did not slow down the action of Idiom Fan, but accelerated it a lot.

Grabbing the crimson tongue, the idiom Fan then pulled it with both hands. At this time, the hanged female ghost was like a cannonball that ejected from the chamber, and it flew straight beyond the idiom. And at this time, the left hand lit up the palm knife of electric fire, and the sound of electric flames on the palm knife was even more non-stop, and the power of its electricity and flames seemed to be much stronger than just now.

"Hey!" Idiom Fan closed his eyes slightly, "Go and reincarnate, you must not be harmed by others in the next life!"

"Snort!" As soon as the words fell, the palm knife had already passed through the chest, and a strong electric current quickly flowed through the whole body of the hanged female ghost, and in an instant, it turned into far white smoke and gradually dissipated. However, it is also this white smoke that gradually dissipates. In this dim night, it is particularly eye-catching.