The guy who suddenly appeared, wearing a dark red robe, which seemed to have been weathered for centuries, the color was dull and mottled, revealing a smell of age. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I recognized it at a glance as the red-robed ghost king who could use the Dharma.

He floated directly in front of Tang Xin'er and teased: "Tsk, it's so indecent for such a beautiful little girl to hold a dagger all day long." ”

"Hurry up and get out of my way, otherwise whether you are a human or a ghost, your soul will be scattered!" Tang Xin'er frowned and threatened.

I took the opportunity to run to Han Xiaolin, bent down to check, and saw that she was okay, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's God's gift to you to be so beautiful, you should learn from a lady to repay God's kindness, how can you be full of foul language, insulting Sven, insulting Sven." The red-robed ghost king shook his head, helplessness on his face.

Tang Xin'er had a sly smile on her face, and suddenly drifted back dozens of meters, just when I was about to catch up, she gently slapped her palm, and suddenly, a strong black shadow flashed out of the grass, moving quickly, without the slightest trace of mud and water.

Obviously, the black shadow had been lying in ambush there early in the morning, and I was extremely surprised that I didn't even notice his breath, even a little.

Suppress the shock in your heart and keep your eyes open.

It was a foreign man in a suit, with a standard western face, deep sockets and blue eyes, and an exceptionally strong body, up to two meters tall, and the bright moonlight shone on their bodies, giving people an invisible oppression.

The person who has been able to hide under my nose for so long is definitely not an ordinary character!

The red-robed ghost king sneered: "Little girl, is this your concubine?" ”

Tang Xin'er leaned against a big tree with her shoulders and said in a commanding tone: "Paul, show these clowns the demeanor of werewolves." ”

At this moment, the foreign man who had been standing quietly showed a wicked smile at us, and then, his blue eyes glowed green.

"Huh."

He howled to the sky, and ran towards him on all fours, his clothes were torn as he ran, and finally, a huge werewolf appeared in front of me, because his head and limbs had become wolf-like, and his body still had traces of a human.

"Come on, I'll cover you in the back!"

I don't know when the red-robed ghost king ran behind me, and when the werewolf was less than five meters away from us, he kicked me in the back.

, this is hand-to-hand combat, with the cover of wool?

Could it be that the ghost king is also afraid of werewolves?

But the current situation doesn't allow me to think too much, werewolves are close at hand. Fortunately, the scales on my body have not yet retracted, and my body is still as hard as iron.

With the help of the force of the kick, I swooped forward and had a violent confrontation with the werewolf.

However, he stood in place intact, and I was knocked out by a huge impact, and finally broke two small trees the thickness of my arm, before I could stop castration.

I scrambled to my feet from the ground, feeling tightness in my chest and my head buzzing.

The scales give me protection, but it doesn't mean it's shock-resistant, and the huge shaking makes me dizzy.

The werewolf didn't want to give me a chance to breathe, and he ran in front of me quickly, with a cold smile on his face, and in the depths of his eyes, there was an innate strong fighting intent.

He slapped a paw at me, and I ducked as I scrambled to dodge, but my cheek was unfortunately swept by the claw, and the wound that had not healed broke again, and blood flew out.

And I, again, flew out.

When I stood up again, the werewolf's face was full of excitement, he licked the blood from his paws, and his green eyes were full of the madness of the killing. As his bloodthirsty nature was stimulated, the demonic aura on his body became more and more intense, and faintly, a vague wolf head quietly formed behind him.

Looking at the blue demonic energy lingering on his body, my heart sank, although it was only blue, it was extremely rich, and there was a faint tendency to turn green, coupled with his strong body, it was obviously not easy to deal with.

And I don't know why, I felt a domineering aura of a superior in him.

I didn't command the two flying swords to kill the werewolf, but when the werewolf ran in front of me, the two golden swords collided together.

"Ding."

The sound of huge iron tools intersecting, echoing across the open field.

The werewolf stopped and fell to the ground in pain, clutching his ears and struggling.

The corners of my mouth hooked, and this is what I wanted.

It's a person who knows that dogs are afraid of wolves and are afraid of iron knocks.

The meaning of this sentence is obvious, dogs are afraid of humans bending over, because bending down means picking up bricks; Wolves are afraid of the sound of metal crashing because wolves have a particularly sensitive sense of hearing, and the sound of metal hitting can destroy their auditory system.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

I grabbed my sword and ran up to him in two steps, the tip pointing downwards at the werewolf's massive head.

The werewolf also sensed the danger, struggled to his feet, and gave me a fierce expression, but his ferocity did not last long, as the two flying swords continued to collide above his head, and he fell to his knees in pain, blood oozing from between his fingers, and it seemed that his hearing system had been shattered.

"Yuan Luo, you can't kill him!" Tang Xin'er said urgently: "As long as you let him go, I can take him and leave immediately, and I will never be your enemy again." ”

"Thanks, no, I think it's fun to have enemies like you!" As I spoke, I took the sword of evil and raised it high.

Tang Xin'er was so angry with me that her face turned pale, she took out a scroll of paintings very quickly, and with a shake of her palm, the scroll slowly opened.

This is an ink painting, on the painting is a hideous face of a ghost, I don't know who painted it, because there is no payment.

After the scroll was opened, a puff of white smoke rose up, and then, an imposing ghost king came out of the painting.

His naked-bones, muscular body was covered with shocking wounds, and the faint anger that emanated from it told me that he had been through a hundred battles and had an unyielding will.

I frowned, you know, it's not new for a ghost to have a will, but if a ghost has a will, it's very scary, this kind of will, I have only felt it in Bai Qi's body.

Fighting such a ghost is undoubtedly a nightmare!

At this moment, the red-robed ghost king showed a greedy gaze, he licked his tongue, and said with a smile: "This ghost king belongs to me." ”