"Shh

Wang Yao stopped Zhao Ying and He Ling from screaming in a tone that they were about to make, and the second daughter covered her mouth with her right hand, although the three of them were all second-level qi practitioners, infinitely close to the peak, but the second daughter had never experienced such a thing, and she couldn't help but be unable to control her state of mind for a while.

At this moment, Wang Yao's mercenary dragon king's quality was completely exposed, he didn't care about anything, and his ruffian appearance had long been replaced by solemnity, as soon as he pulled his belt, there was a soft sound of "choking", and a soft sword was held in his hand, standing upright, and the cold light flashed in the dark night.

The Xuan Group's soft sword Mu Ping can't use it, it doesn't mean that the people around him can't use it either, so in the Xuan Group's underground treasure house, he unceremoniously took five of them and gave them to Wang Yao, a cheap apprentice, as a gift, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

"Squeak!

After an eerie scream, a half-foot-long imp pounced under the table where the three of them were.

"Kill!"

As the only man on the scene, Wang Yao's eyes were round, he rolled on a lazy donkey, took the initiative to meet him, the soft sword went straight up, and a set of tactical actions were also done neatly.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

The little ghost let out a miserable scream, and his body was suddenly stabbed by the soft sword.

But the little ghost was also very urinating, not retreating, but advancing, opening his bloody mouth, hanging on his sword, and pounced on Wang Yao again.

"Die!"

At this moment, Wang Yao showed his ruthlessness and composure as a mercenary who crawled out of the pile of dead, he was not frightened by the little ghost with his teeth and claws, the soft sword was lifted upward, and the sharp blade split the little ghost in half above the chest.

"Ahh

The little ghost only had time to scream halfway, and the two pieces of body separated left and right, fell to the ground with a thud, and kicked his calves twice, and then stopped.

All this is a long story, but when it happens, it will take less than five breaths from the sneak attack of a little ghost to the killing of a little ghost.

"Who was it? Who killed the spirit god of this throne?"

An angry, eerie roar came from outside the window.

"Up, don't leave a single one!"

Another voice rang out.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak

The remaining three imps who got the order were as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, staring at a pair of small eyes glowing with green light, and pounced on Wang Yao, Zhao Ying, and Heling.

For a while, the ghosts collided and the gloomy atmosphere was gloomy.

"Reveal the amulet that my master gave you!"

Wang Yao opened his left hand, protected the second daughter behind him, and held the sword in his right hand, like a door god, firmly fulfilling his duties.

When the second daughter heard this, she woke up like a dream, opened her collar, and revealed a jade pendant, a talisman given to them by Mu Ping.

As soon as the jade pendant came out, the second daughter seemed to have found the main backbone, and then looked at the three half-foot-tall imps in front of her, which didn't seem to be so scary.

After cultivating to the second level of Qi training, the two of them can already see at night, although they have not given birth to spiritual power, they can also feel the changes in the surrounding environment.

This is also to blame Mu Ping, after he handed over the exercises to the second daughter, he didn't tell them how to use it, which led to today's situation, it stands to reason that the second-level cultivation of Qi cultivation is to deal with these low-level imps who have just formed in front of him, not to mention that he can be captured, but he has not reached the point of using the talisman.

"Kill!"

Wang Yao straightened up, the soft sword turned into a streamer, and slashed at the little ghost in front of him.

He also did not practice martial arts, but only used the kung fu he practiced when he was in the mercenary team, although this set of tactical moves is simple, but just like Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, the emphasis is on killing the enemy with one move, without dragging the mud and water.

"Whoosh!"

Witnessing the tragic death of his companion, although the little ghost was just enlightened and not particularly high, he also knew how to seek advantage and avoid harm, and his body hovering in mid-air suddenly flashed to the right, which was able to avoid Wang Yao's attack.

The little ghost didn't love to fight, but opened his big mouth and pounced on the second daughter behind Wang Yao.

"you!"

In a short period of time, Zhao Ying had overcome her fear and punched the flying imp splitter.

"Squeak!"

It was obviously not the first time that the little ghost had dealt with a woman, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his upper lip, not making any dodging movements at all, but opened his big mouth and bit at Zhao Ying's pink fist.

"Smack!"

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, Zhao Ying's fist didn't have any fancy moves, and it just hit the little ghost straight open

of the mouth.

"Poof!"

Zhao Ying felt her fist hit a hot object, and the surface of the fist was slimy.

"It's over, it must have been eaten by the imp!"

She closed her eyes in pain.

If he becomes disabled, will he still like himself, will he still treat himself the same way he used to?

The scenes with that man flashed through her mind like a movie. Two lines of tears slipped silently down her cheeks.

"Sister Ying, be careful!"

He Ling didn't know where to get a burst of strength, and she knocked Zhao Ying to the side in an instant, and as soon as she raised her hand, the talisman in her hand was suddenly printed on the eyebrows of another imp who attacked Zhao Ying.

Pain is the best sobering agent.

gave Heling such a building, Zhao Ying's ass suddenly slammed into the corner of the table, pulling her back from memory to cruel reality.

"What is this?"

She found something hanging from her right arm, wasn't it the damn imp or the one?

She subconsciously waved her hand and threw the imp to the ground, only to find that her right arm was intact except for the slimy liquid that was still sticking to it.

"My arm is okay? Can I beat this and kill one?"

Zhao Ying's little heart was pounding, she didn't believe it, she stretched out her foot and kicked the little ghost again, and found that the back of the little ghost's head was a big hole, about the size of her own fist, and her eyes were wide open, looking like she was dead.

"What's so great about ghosts? Didn't the old lady just kill one?"

Zhao Ying stretched out her left hand and stroked her long hair, and her self-confidence burst for a while.

Compared to her punch, Heling was more simple and rude, and before the sneak attack imp understood what was going on, he felt that the jade pendant printed on his eyebrows emitted a burst of fluorescence, illuminating the surroundings in a white hall.

Then, there was no more, and the poor little ghost, who didn't even leave a corpse, disappeared from everyone's sight out of thin air.

Heling also stared widely, but when she looked down, she saw that the luster of the jade pendant had dimmed slightly, and a long white crack seemed to have been broken in half.

Her heart was tight for no reason.