"Don't come...... Can't you still ask me to ask for it? Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Meng Fan pursed his lips and raised his head, the moonlight in autumn was a little cold, the moonlight floated, sprinkled into the yard, like white frost, no wonder the poem said "It is suspected that it is frost on the ground".

"Squeak-"

In the middle of the walk, he gently pushed open the chai door and walked out of the gate, this time he was full of confidence, for fear that he would fight with the ghost when the time came, and the noise was too big, waking up the family, so he chose the location outside the door.

There is an open space outside the door, which is shrouded in night at the moment, and it is not really visible, maybe it should really be installed with street lights. However, at this time, his body was already different from ordinary people, and he could barely argue in the night.

"Oh?"

As soon as he walked to the door, Meng Fan's eyes suddenly froze, his footsteps stopped, and he saw that in the darkness not far away, there was a black mist rolling, which seemed to have just arrived, exuding a breathtaking momentum.

It's not who the ghost is.

"That...... Are you going for a walk?"

"Why don't you come in and sit down?"

When Meng Fan saw this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the first two times he was so scared of this ghost that he was chased so embarrassed that he had no power to fight back, but this time it was different, and he couldn't help but joke.

"Hey, I said......" Meng Fan walked towards the ghost step by step, flipped his hand, took out the peachwood sword, and pointed at the ghost with the tip of the sword, "The first two times I was tossed by you was not light, this time we have to make a break." ”

There is quite a kind of newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

"Revenge for revenge, revenge for revenge. ”

He learned the lines in martial arts movies, stood with a sword, and looked very heroic and elegant. If you were born in the reckless era, this posture is estimated to be able to charm one or two beautiful women.

"Sizzle. ”

The black mist had condensed into a human form, staring directly at the peachwood sword in Meng Fan's hand, as if he was a little jealous, but he didn't expect that the kid in front of him didn't run this time, as if he was waiting for him......

I couldn't accept it for a while.

The ghost shadow didn't squeak like last time this time, and its behavior became crisp and neat, and with one hand, it condensed a black gas, turned into a long snake, and flew straight towards Meng Fan.

"To the real ...... Belch...... For the immortals, the trick you used once was useless the second time. ”

Meng Fan, who broke through to the first level of condensation, became unusual in both body and senses, although the long snake was very fast, but Meng Fan seemed to be a little slow, and he casually raised the peachwood sword, and stabbed at the long snake with a sword, hitting the snake's head.

"Bang!"

The snake's head burst open, turning into a puff of black smoke, which rolled back into the ghost's body.

A cat that was chasing mice, seeing this scene, stopped, tilted its head, looked at Meng Fan, and then looked at the ghost, and suddenly the hair on its body exploded, howled in horror, and disappeared in an instant.

"Sizzle. ”

When the ghost shadow saw that the blow missed, its body rolled again, and the black smoke condensed into several long snakes, entwining and spinning, with an overwhelming appearance, wrapped around Meng Fan, the momentum was huge, and it was terrifying.

Meng Fan smiled indifferently, didn't pay attention to this move at all, and actually danced his sword.

"Today, there is an immortal named Meng Fan, who dances the sword in all directions. The viewer is depressed like a mountain, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time......"

His expression is light and breezy, chic and elegant, and he even recited poetry, and even danced the peach wood sword to a tiger and a tiger, although there is no routine, but visually it is dazzling, the momentum is very full, it is bluffing, exerting the strong power of the body, and the faster and faster it dances.

With a flick of his fingers, the long snakes flew and hit the peachwood sword, collapsing one by one, and they didn't even touch the corners of Meng Fan's clothes.

"If that's all you have, I won't play with you, it's a little boring!"

Fun doesn't mean you have to play all the time, the dragon has reverse scales, he also has a temper, this ghost has repeatedly provoked him, and he has been killed again and again, and it is even more harmful to his father, and he can't bear it anymore!

Meng Fan's eyes were sharp, holding the peachwood sword, he jumped into the air, and stabbed the ghost with his sword, he also wanted to see if this peachwood sword could cut the ghost in two.

"Roar!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the ghost let out a low howl, and in an instant, black smoke billowed from its body, and it turned into a bloody mouth, with fangs and sharp teeth, which suddenly opened, emitting bursts of foul odor.

Then, there were several vague corpses, struggling in the bloody mouth, as if they were about to crawl out, and while struggling, there were all kinds of painful crying and whimpering sounds, as if coming from the underworld.

Hearing this voice, Meng Fan's figure was stunned, and there was a brief confusion in his eyes, feeling as if he was haunted by a hundred ghosts, and his spirit was in a trance for a while.

He seemed to see the pillar who was drinking with him, holding a glass of wine, his eyes were blood-red, bubbling with blood: "Meng Fan, you lied to me, why didn't you burn paper for me, I'm waiting for you, die with me!"

Then Zhang Carpenter appeared, holding a saw, sawing a corpse, bleeding profusely, suddenly looked up and stared at Meng Fan, Sen Ran said: "Baby, do you want to sleep on a bed made of human bones, covered with a quilt made of human skin, very comfortable!"

saw his father's shadow, looked at Meng Fan angrily, and said in a fierce voice: "If you can't find a job and have the face to go home, it's better to die!"

"Ahh

Meng Fan felt his soul tremble, his headache splitting, he covered his head and fell from the air to the ground, between life and death.

"Sizzle!"

Seeing Meng Fan fall, the blood basin dissipated, revealing the body of a ghost, it spit out a long tongue, licked its lips, seemed to see delicious food, floated towards Meng Fan gloomily, stretched out its ghost claws and pointed at Meng Fan's forehead: "The soul is ......"

"Come on...... You...... Hairy!"

A wicked smile appeared on Meng Fan's face, at this time, he was not only physically strong, but even his soul was a lot stronger, not as fragile as before, and in the face of this kind of soul attack of the ghost, it was still very easy to resist.

"Whew!"

Laughing and scolding, he waved his hand, and the peachwood sword exuded an ancient light, instantly stabbing into the ghost's body, stabbing out a huge hole, and black smoke scattered, like a bonfire that was being extinguished.

"Uhhh

The situation reversed, and the ghost let out a terrible roar, and its body quickly retreated, and the black mist on its body rolled wildly, looking very flustered and shocked!

I'm afraid I'm thinking in my heart that this person is too bad.

After a few moments, the ghost's body barely recovered, but the black mist on its body dissipated more than half, and although the sting did not kill it, it also gave it a fatal injury.

"Sizzle!"

In the midst of the roar, the ghost shadow seemed to have made a decision, his body flew up suddenly, dragging a puff of black smoke, and flew towards Meng Fan's house quickly, it seemed that he was invincible, no longer entangled with Meng Fan, and wanted to attack Meng Qingshan, and in a blink of an eye, he swept past the courtyard.

Before entering the door of the house, the ghost figure turned his head and glanced at Meng Fan, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if to say, what is the use of you being powerful, kill your Lao Tzu now!

But this review found that something was wrong.

Because he caught a glimpse of the boy laughing, and laughed a little teasingly, as if he were looking at an idiot.

It should be pretending to be profound, the ghost thought so, his body shook, and he got into the door!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a strange change occurred, and the ghost screamed miserably, and its body flew out of the door, as if it had suffered a heavy blow and was smashed out!

"Knock knock!"

A tall body suddenly appeared, walked out of the door, his steps were steady, majestic, full of endless domineering, I saw that he was wearing a strange helmet, his eyes exuded a sharp light, and he did not speak, he looked cold, walked to the ghost, picked it up, punched and punched, like a raging storm, and smashed on the ghost.

"Woo!"

The ghost let out a scream of pain, if it was an ordinary attack, it would not be harmful, but this attack was mixed with an incomparably pure true qi, once it was hit, it was like suffering a brute bull charge, it was unbearable, and in a moment, the ghost shadow was hit by countless holes!

Sure enough, there is a situation!

The ghost looked at the sudden tall figure in a daze, and a muffled voice came out of his mouth: "This...... Be...... Miscellaneous...... ......"

"It's your dad!"

Meng Fan patted the soil on his body, carried a peachwood sword, and pointed at the ghost: "Iron Man, kill him!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Another fierce attack caused the ghost's body to shrink and get smaller and smaller, and although the black mist rolled, it couldn't make up for the damage it had suffered at the moment.

"Steel ...... Iron...... Chivalrous ......"

The ghost said in a strange tone, I have never seen such a terrible thing in my memory, it is not afraid of death, fierce and incomparable, it is simply the kind that meets a nemesis and can kill yourself.

It struggled to break free, but it couldn't, so it was carried and beaten like this, it was too embarrassing and helpless.

"Iron Man, Flame Cannon!"

Meng Fan's hand pointed at his eyes, and then wiped his neck, making a killing gesture.

Watching movies a lot, he felt that this pose was a little cooler, and he couldn't help but learn it.

"Bang!"

As far as he could think of it, two flames between Iron Man's eyes really greeted the ghost like a flame cannon, and the blue flames instantly ignited, beeping and burning.

Seeing the fire ignited, Iron Man raised his hand again, throwing the burning ghost into the air, and then there was a sharp light in the center of his eyebrows, hitting the ghost in the air, and the light of the fire scattered, like a bright firework!

With a scream, the ghost vanished.

Unexpectedly, the three words of Iron Man became his last words.

But what is Iron Man, he didn't figure it out when he was dying......