Lynch watched his beloved Ice Sword shatter in two, and his heart was filled with rage.

No matter how Hua Qing fought, he was stabbed a few times, his body was full of blood, and the bloody blade swung violently, forcing him away.

Hua Qing, who was forced to leave, looked overjoyed, and couldn't support Lynch for long looking like this.

The first knife.

Lynch stood up strongly, his eyes were a little shaky, and the exercises in his body were working, temporarily resisting and blocking the deterioration of his injuries.

This first knife is called the Blood-Drinking Knife.

Drink the blood of the enemy, which can shake the blood.

Lynch said to the two of them with red eyes, and then the blood blade seemed to be connected, and his whole body began to buzz.

"Whoosh"

Lynch turned into a burst of red light and ran towards Huaqing, like a bloodthirsty Shura in the dark night.

It's good to come!

Hua Qing shouted, the scimitar in his hand was even more cold, and he greeted him, and the two met in a moment, and with a flash of fire, Hua Qing was surprised to find that there was a bright smile on the corner of Lynch's mouth.

Not good!

Hua Qing's eyes tightened, and he saw Lynch blocking his move at will, and the wind was blowing under his feet, running towards his junior sister Feng Xuan.

Xuan'er!

Hua Qing shouted, but it was too late, Lynch had already killed closer.

Feng Xuan is not an ordinary character, and she is also a yellow-card disciple in the Prison God Sect, but she is a flexible long-range attacker, and it is simply his weakness to meet Lynch's wide opening and closing.

With just one knife, Feng Xuan couldn't parry, if it wasn't for the long whip being withdrawn in time to resist an attack by Lynch, I'm afraid it would already be a different place now.

Xuan'er!

Hua Qing shouted nervously, how could Lynch miss such an opportunity, and his mouth was full of words.

The second knife.

With my soul, I will lead all souls to worship.

After finishing speaking, a flash of spiritual light suddenly burst from the blood blade, and a cloud of void spirit fluctuated all over the blade.

Wait... Wait a minute.

Hua Qing shouted, he clearly knew that if Lin Qi cut off this knife, Feng Xuan would also die.

We throw in the towel!

Hua Qing seemed to hold back a lot of strength and spit out a sentence from his mouth.

Admit defeat?

Are you supposed to be playing at home?

Lynch's face was indifferent, if he hadn't taken advantage of the opportunity now, I'm afraid he would have died under Hua Qing's knife.

Please!

Don't kill her!

Hua Qing felt the killing intent on Lynch's body, and said in a panic, but the scimitar in his hand secretly condensed his strength.

Yo!

I didn't expect the disciples of the Prison God Sect to have such a day!

Just as Hua Qing was about to sneak attack Lynch, a cold voice came from the darkness.

Who!

Hua Qing looked coldly in that direction.

I saw that in the originally dark corner, a man in ancient costume, dressed in white, with long hair fluttering, came out, his face was full of contempt at this time, and he was holding an extremely sharp bone sword in his hand, which was extremely strange at night.

Sword Mountain - Demon Bone

It's a demon bone!

Despair appeared on Hua Qing's face, they had intended to lure and kill a Huang B-class wanted officer here.

Unexpectedly, not to mention the killing god of Lynch, he actually attracted Sword Mountain.

Demon bones, one of the ten kills of the disciples of the outer sect of Sword Mountain, has strong combat power, it is rumored that his sword is made of human bones, and every time he kills a person, he shaves off his skin and flesh, refines his bones, and uses it to enhance his magic weapon combat power.

I didn't expect you low-level demons to recognize me.

The demon bone looked at Hua Qing with a desperate face and said lightly.

Speaking of the evil devil's crooked way, your demon bone is not a righteous gentleman, right?

Hua Qing stared at the demonic demon bones and said in an unkind tone.

Noisy!

The demon bone frowned, his footsteps were slightly, and gray afterimages flashed, suddenly appeared in front of Hua Qing, and stabbed into the latter's chest with a sword.

Inferior is inferior.

The demon bone stared at Hua Qing, whose vitality was gradually fading, and said with a calm face.

Senior brother!

Feng Xuan shouted sadly, ignoring Lynch who was holding a bloody blade in front of her, ran to Hua Qing, hugged his corpse and cried bitterly.

They have been favored by the Prison God Sect since they were young, and they have joined the sect together, and now they have been together for more than 20 years, although the two don't say it, but they already have a deep affection, but they didn't expect that this time they were separated by ghosts.

Another low-level demon.

The demon bone looked at Feng Xuan, who was holding Hua Qing and crying bitterly, and said lightly, and then the bone sword in his hand was raised, turning into a burst of gray light, and stabbing towards Feng Xuan, who was facing away from him.

"Dangchang"

The impact of the weapon grazed a few dazzling sparks, and a black-clothed man with an ironwood stick in his hand appeared in front of the demon bone without knowing when, easily defusing the attack of his bone sword.

The person who came stood still and helped Feng Xuan up, and without knowing what method was used in his hand, Hua Qing's body turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

Lynch looked over, only to see that this person could vaguely see that the person's face was pale, a black arc was hooked on his lips, and a pair of eyes seemed to have stayed up late for a long time, and his eyeballs were white.

Who are you?

The demon bone felt that this person was extremely not simple, and the bone sword he withdrew actually had some cracks.

Hell Temple - Black Rakshasa

It turned out to be the Black Rakshasa Demon Bone was shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect the Black Rakshasa of the Hell God Temple to come out and walk around, and he also let himself encounter it.

It is rumored that the Hell God Temple is divided into seven disciples, and each of them is ranked by its best master, and this black Rakshasa in front of the demon bone is the master of the yellow card.

Dog beating depends on the owner.

The black Rakshasa had a cold face, although Feng Xuan and Hua Qing's qualifications were not the top in his door, but they were still acquaintances, and they were buried by the demon bones in vain, how could the black Rakshasa not be angry in his heart, the stick in his hand flashed, and attacked the demon bone.

It's so strong, the battle between the two Lynch can't interject at all, this is not at the same level as himself, the combat power of the demon bone is about 700, and the black Rakshasa is stronger, and the combat power is faintly close to 800.

Slip on, Lynch thought to himself, smearing oil under his feet, and then turned to leave.

Rakshasa Sect Master, Feng Xuan shouted when he saw this, the black Rakshasa forced the demon bone away, glanced at Feng Xuan, only to see Feng Xuan pointing at Lynch and saying: "This person is my Huang Department A-level wanted person - Lynch, don't let him go."

Nima, my lover can't control your stinky mouth when he dies.

Stinky.

Lin Qi muttered in his heart, even Hua Qing and Feng Xuan had to risk their lives to fight, if they ran into the Black Rakshasa 10,000 percent, they would be cold.

Lynch?

Hearing the name, the demon bone's gaze was also condensed, as if he had heard this name from somewhere.

Oh!

I remember.

Sword Mountain kills the list, and Lynch is among them.

The demon bone woke up suddenly, staring at Lynch as if staring at a naked beauty, with a greedy look in her eyes.

Whether it is the Sword Mountain Kill List or the Yellow A-level wanted warrant, the rewards for completing it are all generous.

The Black Rakshasa guessed the thoughts in the demon bone's heart, and he didn't know how this Lynch offended Sword Mountain, but it was no longer important at this time.

Lynch?

The black rakshasa and the demon bone took a step at the same time,-for-tat, and no one let them.

Oh my God!

Although Lynch was seriously injured, there was no other way but to escape.