"Huh? Interesting. ”

The snake queen turned the blood-colored ball of flesh in her hand into the size of a pigeon's egg, and made it disappear in some strange way.

Whether it was left somewhere or given to someone is unknown.

Snake Ji looked at the young man who was muttering in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

What a bonus.

Is it overfulfilled?

Suddenly, the snake queen looked up in the direction of the entrance of the village, and the feeling of people was similar to that of this poor worm.

But the incomparably violent aura still discouraged her.

Sure enough, the "old friend" is still so difficult, so she has to hope that this guy Hanjun can consume the other party's strength more, and when the matter in front of her is resolved, she will go to help.

It's not that Snake Ji is unwilling to kill Evil Ji herself, in fact, she has murderous intentions towards the man in front of her more than once.

If Evil looked at her at this time, he would find something strange.

Beside her, countless pale words flickered, and these quaint symbols turned into invisible chains that held the snake in place.

The prohibition laid by Bai Ze before he fell asleep was that even the snake queen couldn't break free of it in a short time.

If it weren't for that, she would have met with Han Jun as an "old friend" long ago.

Evil Yi let go of his thoughts, and not long after, Bai Ze told it in his heart about the ban, otherwise he would not have raised his sword so hastily.

As for what will happen to Bai Ze, Evil will not think about it.

It's not that you don't dare, but you don't need to.

···

The young man looked solemn, and the words he read were as light as a feather;

The man's expression was calm, and the promise he made was the weight of the hills.

The young man held the sword in his right hand, put it on his chest, and turned the sword into a sword in his left hand.

The man held the sword with both hands, still and still, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the power of the demon soul, the silver white turned red, and the blood vines covered the man's body.

All words:

Take the sky as the way, and turn the earth into virtue.

Ward off evil spirits and eliminate soldiers, and there will be no danger of disaster.

The moon is born to win, and the teeth are evil.

Exorcising demons and serving ghosts, I and the gods.

Evil frowned slightly, the sea of hearts had been invaded by the color of crimson, and the ancient altar rose from the ground in the center, as if it was the thing of this sea of hearts.

There is a sword floating in the altar.

Evil stepped forward slowly, exhaled, and stood on the altar with his sword in hand.

No matter how the soul stinged, Vicious never let go of his hands.

The boy hit it in his head, and in addition to the contract, there was another word of advice:

Do not let go of the hand holding the sword inside or out.

Coupled with the story of the evil sword told by the snake hime, the evil sword found out the ins and outs of the crescent sword.

Whether it was a lesson from the village chief's grandfather in front of him, or a pleading pleading from Xiaoying, even the earnest persuasion of his parents did not make it relent.

This is the bone that can change fate, the last hope, and it is willing to be the vicious dog that protects the food.

The crescent moon of the long sword quietly changed in the sound of the oath.

Under Ugin and Yin Hong, the word crescent moon printed by the sword grid was transpired and disappeared, and so far, there was no longer a ban.

The sword body has long been two or nine long, leaving only half a section.

White is the king, and darkness is king.

The breeze is a green breeze, and the ancient pattern is branded at the sword grid.

No need to give, no need to inscribe.

The sword has its own name, saying: Victory over evil

The two opened their eyes, and the oath was fulfilled.

"Huh"

On the altar, the young man held his face with his left hand, stood up straight, raised his arm, and pointed his sword in front of him, facing the ghost fog Hanjun.

"Whew"

In the woods, the man stood on his stake, straightened his waist, raised his head, raised his sword forward, and looked directly at the six snakes.

···

The ghost wolf will stand not far from the young man with a gun, and he does not deliberately interrupt the other party, but is more interested in watching the scene in front of him.

Facing the young man's sword qi, Han Jun seemed to have a feeling, and when he raised the spear in his hand, he had to respond to the other party.

It's just that the gap in the level seems to be particularly huge at this moment, in the end, the frost spear held by the ghost wolf general is still dominated by the power of the ghost mist after all, and naturally it can't compete with the Victory Evil Sword.

The quaint symbols outlined by the black gold flame and the blue and black wind slowly rotated behind the boy.

The sword dancer was already difficult to deal with, and with the blessing of such a state, he could overwhelm Han Jun only in terms of momentum.

However, Han Jun didn't seem to care, if it weren't for the state of a ghost general at this time, he would like to pick up a jar of wine and drink it slowly.

Plenty of time.

The boy couldn't last long, and he had enough patience to wait for the boy to collapse due to the imbalance of power.

"Hey, I never thought that Wen Yan Shaoxia would be limited by this little ability, and when you fought against me, it seemed that the five charms came out together. It's a pity. ”

Han Jun turned his head sideways, dodged the wind blade that the other party shot from, and said with regret.

The boy was silent, trying to calm the chaotic aura in his body.

Although the flames were stained black, fortunately, he could control it, and the load of only three abilities could not make him lose control.

It's just that Han Jun is really not in a hurry, and he has the intention to take advantage of some language.

Originally, Han Jun didn't plan to be tough with the young man, and the enemy had to judge the situation, so why should he be tough with him if there is a low-risk method?

It's not the brainless guy, and even the heir to it is brainless.

And now, Han Jun has changed his mind.

Holding the spear in his left hand, Han Jun raised his right hand and grabbed it to the side, and a cloud of blood red appeared in the palm of his hand.

Slightly stunned, Han Jun slammed it into the silver spear.

In an instant, the sound of wailing resounded through the world, interrupting the boy's balanced state.

As the blood spurted out of his mouth, the whole mask tasted more bloody.

If it weren't for the teenager forcibly suppressing the use of the ability in his body, I am afraid that he would be directly collapsed by the other party's means.

Now, it can only fully exert the fire of the Golden Crow, and even the most commonly used wind three years ago cannot be perfectly deployed.

If you don't practice enough, if you forcibly untie it, you will lose control and become a demon.

The boy is unwilling to trade his life with this guy, it's not worth it.

Looking up, a red thread on the silver-white barrel of the ghost wolf slowly spread from bottom to top, and finally disappeared to the tip of the gun.

But the spear doesn't feel as good as before.

Even if you don't oppose it, you can feel the distorted evil nature of the rebellion.

Fallen, corrupted, feared

It was as if the silver spear had turned into a demon baptized with blood.

The young man, who knew that time was limited, no longer procrastinated, and his figure suddenly turned and quietly came to the back of the ghost wolf general.

"Boom!"

The ghost wolf waved his left arm, his upper body half turned, and the frost spear came with the wind, just enough to block the young man's short sword of victory and evil.

The blood-red qi scattered along the tip of the spear, forcing the young man to retreat.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, Han Jun naturally would not wait for the other party to ease up, and the spear stabbed out in a row, which actually made the young man retreat.

In a hurry, the young man could only master his swordsmanship, wield his victory over evil, and dissolve the blood-red spear wind around him one by one.

This blood-red aura was too strange to distort the young man's vision, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't be so passive.

Han Jun is also a battle maniac, and every time he swings his gun, he will deliberately change the direction of the blood-red gun wind in the middle of the way, so as to affect the boy's judgment of the battle situation.

The sound of the blades handing over sounded again, and this time, the boy held the sword with both hands, and blocked the opponent's continuous attack.

"Shhhh

However, he still couldn't dodge, and was passed by the gunfire wind in a corner, and a cut was made in the hem of his clothes.

Before the blood could come out, it was evaporated by the tyrannical aura in the boy's body.

And the ghost resentment in the blood-red spear wind was torn apart by the power of the blue and black runes behind him.

The young man's figure flashed and landed in the open space outside the altar.

Han Jun couldn't help but shake his head.

Unfortunately, if you can get the blood of the boy, this battle will be over.

The soul of the demon sword, the most like blood.

If it weren't for the help of this thing, Han Jun would not have hurt the boy so easily.

Before the young man could exert his strength, he felt that there seemed to be an obstacle under his feet, and when he looked down, the comfrey turned into a ghost hand and grabbed his ankle.

With the sword swept away, the black gold fire under the young man's feet burned the ghost hand clean, leaving only a vacuum area.

Although the impact was not great, it also affected the boy's next actions.

This time, the ghost wolf controlled by Han Jun will take the lead, and the ghost hand will resurface, colliding with the black flame again.

"Qiang!" the young man stepped forward with his sword, and the spear in the ghost wolf confronted him head-on.

Han Jun exerted a slight force, and the barrel of the spear touched by the Victory Sword trembled.

Marksmanship trembles!

Let go, lift your feet, kick your legs, all in one go.

It's a pity that Han Jun pounced this time.

Although the sword of victory was affected by the trembling of the spear, the young man, who was a sword dancer, seemed to have expected it, and gave up the short sword in his hand as early as when the opponent let go.

Hook the legs, turn around, draw a circle, and the momentum is like a bamboo.

After a brief collision, both men disappeared in place.

The figure flashed, and the spear and short sword were separated, and they fell into the hands of both sides again.

The boy slapped the ground with his palm, and with the help of his strength, he got out of this land of ghost claws.

The location is in the hands of the other party, and the young man is unwilling to be tough with him.

Han Jun pursued with a gun, flashing in front of the young man, and the spear in his hand was raised, about to beat it back to his advantage.

Turning sideways, raising your legs, kicking out, tapping your toes on the side of the opponent's spear, and shooting into the distance like arrows in the blue and black wind.

Leverage power.

Han Jun was displeased, put away the spear and shot towards the young man

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the sky sounded out of thin air, and the ghost wolf would disappear in place, and if anyone who was good at perceiving could find an afterimage looming at the spear.

The young man threw the short sword in his hand to the side, and when his left foot landed, he used it as a pillar, and his right foot suddenly stepped towards the short sword, and in an instant, he changed direction.

The wrist was slightly flipped, and the wind was blowing where the Victory Sword was, and the figure of the ghost wolf general who arrived with it was forced to emerge.

The ghost wolf will roll over and dodge the fireball spells that follow.

"The time is almost up. Han Jun, who was hidden in the body of the ghost wolf, was full of banter.

No matter how you escape, you will eventually fall under my spear.

Benjun has enough time to spend slowly with you.

And here, it's my slave village.