This Feng Yang only used a flying sword to attack from beginning to end, and did not show the slightest magic cultivation method. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 What the hell is the idea of info?

Wu Liuli thought about it secretly, and looked more and more serious.

Feng Yang saw that he was affected by emotion, and unconsciously fled to the girl's side. At the moment when the tip of the gun was just in the skin, he shook it off with a strange step, and the pierced skin was blown apart by the lightning covered by the gun, and it looked like flesh and blood were blurred, and it was extremely terrifying.

Feng Yang snorted, as if he had been seriously injured, and the pain was extreme. It was even more distressing to be seen by a gorgeous girl. was knocked down by a man in white without paying attention.

"Ah," the sudden attack made the gorgeous girl scream. also recovered a little from Feng Yang.

"Qi'er, it's okay."

Feng Yang shouted in a hurry, and his body moved towards the woman faster. And Nangong Yi's attack again was already behind him, but he only cared about the injured girl.

But the girl noticed the subsequent attack on Feng Yang's heart.

"Jan!" The crisp voice of the gorgeous girl remembered again, with anxiety and grief. Looking at Feng Yang's eyes full of tenderness and compassion for her, the impulse in her heart kept surging, burning the heel of reason.

She was attacked by the young man in white, spitting blood from her mouth, and ran towards the wind in front of her. At the moment when the gun arrived, it stood behind Feng Yang.

The cold-glowing spear plunged into the girl's chest, and the destructive power of thunder and lightning ran through her.

Feng Yang caught her. The timbre trembled. "Qi'er, you...... Why bother......"

Streams of blood came out of the wound, staining her clothes red, like a bloody cuckoo blooming, gorgeous with unwilling desolation.

Seeing this scene, Wu Liuli's goosebumps are about to rise. Wiped his hands on his arms. The clear eyes were full of pity, and he sighed faintly with a small face: "Another good girl who has been deceived...... Iniquity, iniquity.

Nangong Yi was unmoved, and continued to attack with the red cherry spear.

The girl suddenly turned her head to Nangong Yi, and inserted the puppet that appeared at some point into her body. There was a oozing gurgling sound.

Nangong Yi's heart was slightly cold, and he had a bad premonition, but he didn't have time to stop it.

"With my mutilated body, sacrifice my witch, the soul will be extinct, the pain will live forever, the curse will live forever!"

This girl has the curse of the witch clan!

Strange runes were formed in the air, and all attacks were dissolved into invisibility under its cover, and the words were like twisted tadpoles, strange but with a certain mystery. As soon as the words were formed, they disappeared.

Nangong Yi suddenly wailed, his right hand grabbed his left hand tightly, and bursts of tearing pain came from his left hand.

"Brother Nangong, your hand...... Runes. Wu Liuli's eyes widened, and she watched in surprise as a green talisman appeared on Nangong Yi's wrist. It was the first time she had felt the power of witchcraft.

"Such a magical ......"

The girl turned her head weakly and raised it to the wind. She exchanged this witchcraft for her life and soul, and she couldn't live, and she couldn't even exist in this world anymore. But, she thought, she wouldn't regret it.

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but found that she couldn't spit out a sound.

She used the last of her strength to unfold a smile, and the blood on the corner of her mouth was like an azalea. Gorgeous and dazzling. So sad, yet satisfied.

I'm sorry, Jan, there's only so much she can do.

The girl closed her eyes. The runes on Nangong Yi's wrist also alleviated the pain, and the green mark was like a clump of flesh growing out of it. While it no longer felt the pain of tearing, they all knew that the curse was not as simple as it was, and that it would not go away with the death of the caster. But it will be truly as the girl said, eternal life and eternity!

Unless there is a master to break it, or Nangong Yi's own strength, the two major levels of those who practice puppetry.

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Otherwise, the curse would have flares up from time to time, and the worst thing is that they don't know what the curse is.

It's luck, it's lifespan, it's body, it's soul...... Or something else.

"Even though we still have this hand, it's good that we made a dead hand at that time." The young man in white and his companion looked at each other, a little happy.

As soon as Nangong Yi recovered from his recovery, he began to attack, and with a turn of his right hand, the fierce spear momentum gathered as one, and he swept away towards the wind holding the girl's corpse.

"Don't think that this will save your life!"

"Hehehe~~~" Feng Yang let out a chuckle, there was a trace of red light in his eyes, and the whole aura suddenly changed, enchanting like a rose blooming, beautiful and thorny, even Wu Liuli had to say that Feng Yang at this time actually had a little charm of her mother.

"No, no, no, it's not that she saved me, it's that you made it easy for me." Feng Yang put one hand to his lips, his voice was hoarse, and there was no trace of sadness on his face.

"If it weren't for you, I don't know how long it would have been before I could do it."

"What?" Nangong Yi was a little puzzled, could it be that this Fengyang was overly sad, why was it a little different.

"Hundred devils howl!"

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and a thin black mist gathered. The looming wails became more and more piercing, and the power of the guns became unstable, and these sounds hit the gods directly!

Feng Yang easily dodged the deflected spear and threw a sail flag with a ghostly head fluttering on it. Hideous and terrifying.

"Demon Cultivator!" Nangong Yi and the three young men watching the battle shouted in unison.

In the battle before, he hadn't used the slightest magic cultivation method. Only one flying sword was used to fend off the attack, making them all think that they were sword cultivators.

Now the law is due, the law of the devil's way!

The devil is an evil path, mostly yin, which is completely opposite to the righteous qi cultivated by the righteous path. If you cultivate the Demon Dao, there will never be one in ten of the Dao and the cultivation of the Fa, and the cultivation of Qi and the consummation of cultivation may only be able to exert the strength of the first or second layer, and it is easy to backlash. This windy Fa Decisive Demon is arrogant, and it must be a demon cultivator.

And if they are all for the cultivation of the righteous path, such as Wu Liuli's Buddhism, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, tolerant and broad. There is a harmony with orthodox Taoism. The Dao cultivation method that Xi wants to reconcile can exert seven points of strength.

If she doesn't use the Buddha to practice the Dharma, unless the divine soul is higher than her and can see through the spiritual power running in her body, it will be difficult for anyone to see through that she is a Buddha cultivator.

"You've been using your strength." Nangong Yi's face was a little ugly, and he didn't know if it was because of the harsh magic sound, or other reasons.

"I used all my strength, how to achieve the goal." Feng Yang gently stroked the woman's face, and said inexhaustibly

"Women are mostly wary of demon cultivation, and they can enter their hearts faster with other identities. It's just that I didn't expect Qi'er's strength to be not weak, and she also got a cursed thing, which made me worry about how to do it all the time. Say give up, a little reluctant, say let's do it, but I am not completely sure. ”

"I don't want to try the curse, and when I was in a quandary, I didn't expect you to help me again."

Feng Yang glanced at Nangong Yi with a smile.

"In order to express my gratitude, I will not play with my fellow Daoists. The next time we meet, we will be hospitable. ”

Throwing down the sail flag, the thin black mist became thick, and the skeleton ghost head floated in the black mist, opening its sharp mouth, and constantly biting towards Nangong Yi. Coupled with the piercing howls that kept reverberating, attacking some divine souls, Nangong Yi was annoyed for a while, so he had to keep stabbing the gun into the black mist. Sweep a large piece.

Feng Yang relied on the black mist to cover up, picked up the girl and left quickly, this Nangong Yi was strong, he was not at all sure to deal with him. Escape is the first book!

"Thunderball!"

A large purple bolt of lightning protruded from the spearhead and headed in the direction of the sail flag. Nangong Yi used his strongest move now.

In just a few seconds, the skull sail flag shattered into rags. But Feng Yang's figure has disappeared.

"Escape so fast!" Nangong Yi muttered unhappily.

"This blow shattered a second-grade spiritual weapon, Brother Nangong's strength is really amazing."