Ning Wushuang pulled Xuan Ling and ran far away, and the original unjust soul that had been split in half by Ning Wushuang condensed again and let out a rude cry. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This unjust soul did not immediately chase after Ning Wushuang and the others, but his eyes flashed with a faint fire, and his face was full of gloomy color.

Then the unjust soul let out a scream around him, and ripples spread out from his body layer by layer.

Ning Wushuang heard the scream, only to feel a cold sweat break out on his back.

And under his feet, countless unjust souls suddenly appeared, and they wanted to grab Ning Wushuang's feet with hideous faces.

Ning Wushuang's face was very solemn, and with the swing of the Qingmang Sword, he cut off those unjust souls that were about to pounce.

But these unjust souls didn't seem to perish, and at the moment when Ning Wushuang cut off his body, they quickly fused together, and continued to pounce on Ning Wushuang.

Ning Wushuang's scalp was numb, and his face was extremely ugly, pulling Xuan Ling to run forward while slashing away the unjust souls that pounced.

Gradually, there were as many as a hundred souls following Ning Wushuang, densely chasing after Ning Wushuang like a hill.

Each of them had a hideous face, their eyes shining with strange flames, and their mouths open with blood.

Ning Wushuang was a little exhausted at this time, and his face gradually showed a tired look, but the unjust soul behind him, as if he would not be tired, pounced on Ning Wushuang even harder.

Perhaps hearing Ning Wushuang gasping for breath, Xuan Ling immediately opened his eyes, and looked at Ning Wushuang with a pale face with a pair of beautiful eyes, revealing a worried look.

"Ning ......" Xuan Ling was about to speak, but suddenly heard a scream from behind her, she didn't feel anything when she closed her eyes before, but now when she opened her eyes and listened, her heart suddenly trembled involuntarily.

Xuan Ling turned his head with difficulty, his face brushed, became bloodless, his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground.

Ning Wushuang's face changed, and he immediately turned around, used all his strength, and shouted at the unjust soul that pounced on Xuan Ling, "Hanguang." ”

I saw a cold light flashing, and the dozen or so unjust souls that rushed in were immediately split in half.

But then these unjust souls condensed again, and their faces were even more hideous and pounced on Xuan Ling and Ning Wushuang.

"Let's go." An anger that Ning Wushuang had never felt before appeared on his face, as he saw Xuan Ling sitting in place in a daze.

Being shouted by Ning Wushuang, Xuan Ling woke up, looked at the unjust soul that pounced, and then looked at Ning Wushuang who was anxious, and she smiled.

Looking at Xuan Ling's smile, Ning Wushuang was stunned in his heart, and then held Xuan Ling's hand and was thrown out at once.

Ning Wushuang's face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he watched Xuan Ling surrounded by hundreds of unjust souls.

At this moment, Ning Wushuang suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, powerless to him, and remembered the feeling when Xu Qing died in his hands.

Gradually, his eyes were dyed blood-red, and the dantian condensed a black mark like a whirlpool.

The black mark spread rapidly, spreading out like ripples, forming a strange pattern on his upper body.

His shirt, at this moment, also slammed, turning into countless fragments and falling apart.

Ning Wushuang stood up, his eyes were blood-red, and there were countless black qi between his eyebrows.

The Qingmang Sword in his hand was completely enveloped by a layer of black qi.

Ning Wushuang let out a low snort, black gas overflowed from his mouth, and a cold aura spread towards the surroundings in an instant.

The moment this cold aura spread around, the bodies of those unjust souls trembled, and then let out an extremely miserable cry.

One by one, the unjust souls fled around, and every unjust soul stared at Ning Wushuang in great fear.

Xuan Ling didn't receive any damage, and a purple aura shrouded her surroundings.

This purple aperture was conjured by the token that Xuan gave to Ning Wushuang, and now the last chance has been used up.

The purple aperture gradually dissipated, and Xuan Ling looked blankly at Ning Wushuang, who was bare-chested, his upper body was full of strange black marks, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Ning Wushuang, what's wrong with you?" Xuan Ling noticed Ning Wushuang's abnormality, and asked in a trembling voice.

Ning Wushuang at this moment made her very scared and very unfamiliar.

Ning Wushuang didn't reply, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the Qingmang Sword in his hand shrouded in black qi slashed.

A sword light with black qi flashed, and those unjust souls not far away immediately let out a scream of extreme pain, and the next moment they dissipated into the tunnel.

And this did not stop, Ning Wushuang held the Qingmang Sword, and her body was quickly windy, directly passing through the Xuan Ling, reaching the unjust souls behind her, and under the sword, countless unjust souls were wiped out.

Xuan Ling sitting, tears falling imperceptibly, she didn't know what was going on, but she felt that Ning Wushuang in front of her was completely different.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Wushuang had already killed the unjust souls in the entire tunnel.

At this moment, dragging the Qingmang Sword shrouded in black gas, he came to Xuan Ling's side with a strange smile on his lips.

Ning Wushuang grabbed Xuan Ling's chin with one hand, and smiled a little hideously, "Thank you, let me come out." ”

The voice was hoarse, and at the same time there was a kind of ruthlessness.

Xuan Ling's delicate body trembled, looking at Ning Wushuang, whose eyes were blood-red in front of him, and a line of tears gradually remained.

"Who are you, quickly return Ning Wushuang to me." Xuan Ling sobbed and pounded Ning Wushuang's body.

I saw Ning Wushuang shake off Xuan Ling, turned his back to her and said sarcastically, "Ning Wushuang? It's that waste, and he doesn't deserve it. ”

"Give me back Ning Wushuang." Xuan Ling couldn't listen to Ning Wushuang's words at all, so he pounced in front of Ning Wushuang again and beat him.

Ning Wushuang's blood-red eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of coldness, "Noise." ”

With a wave of his hand, a strong wind suddenly whistled through, and Xuan Ling was blown out.

"Jie Ji ......"

At the moment when Xuan Ling was blown away, an eerie laugh came from all around.

Ning Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in her blood-red eyes.

"Who, get out of here." Ning Wushuang screamed, and the entire tunnel trembled.

"What a strong resentment...... But the old man likes it, and he ...... a hoarse and old voice came from all around.

I saw a hunched old man, gradually walking out of the sky above the purple tunnel.

The arch-backed old man was dressed in black, and a purple skull was printed on the front and back of the black clothes.

"I didn't expect that the old man would be able to encounter such a supplement in his hundred years." The hunched old man sneered, his sunken eyes revealing a greedy look.

Ning Wushuang, whose eyes were red, stared at the arched old man, the corners of his mouth gradually rose, revealing a sneer, but between the sneers, there was a hint of madness.

Seeing this smile, the arched old man's body trembled, and then he touched his long white beard, and the essence in his eyes burst out, "It's interesting, the resentment is so strong...... However, no matter how strong the resentment is, you will have to die today. ”

Saying that, the old man pounced on Ning Wushuang with a hideous face, and his body gradually turned into a giant skull in the process of rushing over.

Ning Wushuang sneered, stepped on it, and suddenly the black gas around him was like a whirlpool, and around Ning Wushuang, it gradually condensed.

The condensed black qi gathered on the Qingmang Sword, and the moment the skull turned into by the arched old man flew in, Ning Wushuang slashed down violently.

The entire tunnel shook violently, and it was accompanied by bursts of roaring sounds, which were endless.

Xuan Ling was beaten away by Ning Wushuang before, and he was already injured, but now under the impact of this huge momentum, he is bleeding from the seven orifices, and his beautiful face is slightly poignant.

The tunnel shook for a moment, and as the sound faded away, the tunnel settled down.

The hunched old man turned into a black shadow and flew out upside down, clutching his chest, staring at Ning Wushuang with an extremely pale face,

Although Ning Wushuang was still standing in place, his face was already slightly pale, and his blood-red eyes were a little dim.

The arch-backed old man's eyes burst into essence, and he laughed cruelly, "I want to see how long you can hold on." ”

The hunched old man said, his hands folded, and countless purple threads suddenly overflowed from his hands.

These purple silk threads were transformed into a longbow, and a purple skull was carved hideously at the bow head.

The old man with the bow back pulled the bow violently, and the bowstring, like a whirlpool, quickly condensed the purple aura in the tunnel and turned it into a bow and arrow.

At the bow arrow, there was a seeping cold glow, and there was a terrifying scream, which made people shake at the sight of it.

"Die." The old man grinned as if he had gone mad, and let go of his bow and arrows.

Only a sound was heard, and the purple bow and arrow condensed by the purple aura spun in mid-air, as if setting off a stormy wave, with an amazing momentum, like a sky-swallowing beast, swooping down on Ning Wushuang.

Ning Wushuang's blood-red eyes burst out with a little fiery essence, and a sneer gradually appeared on his lips.

As soon as the Qingmang Sword moved, he saw a sword light appear in front of Ning Wushuang's body, and this sword light gradually became larger, engulfing the entire tunnel in an instant.

There was a sudden silence around them, and there was not a single sound to be heard.

But this is not really quiet, but a kind of noise in the extreme, so loud that even human ears cannot hear it.

Bang~

After a long time, the sound began to sound around me, and the whole tunnel fell apart and began to collapse.

The arch-backed old man was cloaked, and his pupils were full of disbelief.

He looked at his hands dripping, his eyes trembling and said, "No... No... This can't be, in this purple charm space, I won't die...... It's not going to die. ”

"Won't die!" In the end, the old man with the hunchback roared wildly.

His bloodshot eyes stared at Ning Wushuang, who was pale on the other side, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Who are you!" Who is it! ”

But Ning Wushuang didn't respond to him, his face changed from gloomy to resentful, and finally his whole body turned into a ghost.

"Whoever you are, you don't have to die...... Come to a sticky end! The arch-backed old man's voice faded into the collapsed tunnel, and his figure faded away.

At this time, Ning Wushuang's body was stunned, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his blood-red eyes gradually recovered, but they also dimmed.

"Rather no frost ......"

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