The ink shadow appeared, and the sword light had already flown up, piercing Bingyi's hands that were holding the door curtain.

Bingyi was alert, and his head retreated without twisting, but it was too late, and the sword light smeared on the back of Bingyi's hand, and the blood flowed like a stream.

Fortunately, it wasn't the hurt that hurt.

Bingyi endured the pain, quickly erected a transparent ice wall in front of him, and walked backwards to win a chance to breathe.

He shook off the blood on the back of his hand, and saw a figure on the opposite side of the ice wall that looked like an ink painting, with a sword in his hand, but he couldn't see what it looked like.

"Who are you?!" Bingyi asked as he looked at Moying and shyly.

Mo Ying bowed down, "Those who offend my demonic inn will be punished even if they are far away!"

As the words fell, the ink shadow rushed forward, the ice wall cracked, and the sword shadow chased after Bingyi's throat.

Bingyi wanted to continue to retreat, but it was not as fast as the sword shadow, and in desperation, a donkey rolled and dodged.

But it also left wisps of emanation, floating in the air, telling the embarrassment of Bingyi.

If it was usual, such an embarrassed Bingyi would have been ashamed, but now, the glimpse of death stabbed by the sword shadow made him chill.

You know, when he went deep into the Land of Chaos to retrieve the candle yin, he was not so afraid.

Bingyi didn't dare to fight, so he jumped up and flew vertically towards the big hole that he crashed out.

He just wanted to jump on the roof and leave the strange inn in two dragon carts now.

When he came, he was dressed in white like a cloud, and when he went, the wind tore the clouds, and Bingyi was really embarrassed.

But the Ink Shadow didn't let him go, and the Ink Shadow changed into a stroke of ink that was being sketched, catching up with Bingyi as he was about to jump onto the roof.

The sword shadow reappeared, tearing Bingyi's white clothes, and when Bingyi desperately jumped onto the roof and ran towards the dragon chariot, the ink shadow also chased to the roof.

Under the blue sky and white sun and the scorching sun, the sword shadow of "Boom" kept flashing, and from time to time there was a cry of Bingyi or muffled or pain.

The roof was smashed into a sieve, and the willows looked up and saw strips of white cloth falling from the hole, occasionally bloodshot.

"You, you, who are you!" Bingyi no longer had the ferocity of yesterday, the arrogance and elegance of yesterday, and just by listening to the voice, he knew that he had been frightened.

Mo Ying didn't answer, and stood on the side of the roof hole, pointing at Bingyi on the other side.

By the time Bingyi sensed something was wrong and wanted to escape, it was too late.

The sword in Ink Shadow's hand struck a sharp blow.

No one can describe the splendor and splendor of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword.

If it was said that the sword of the ink shadow was too late for Bingyi to dodge, now the idea of the ink shadow's sword being for Bingyi to dodge did not dare to arise.

This sword, in heaven and on earth, the god who can stop it, counted it with two or two hands.

At the moment when this lightning-fast sword stabbed out, Bingyi knew that he was already a god of death.

A sword pierced the throat.

After the body staggered, the ink shadow stopped.

He turned, drew his sword, and cut his throat at the eastern hillside, and then the wind blew it into a wisp of smoke, which fell into the inn, and returned to the wall to inscribe.

Until this time, Bingyi was still standing firmly on the roof.

His eyes were horrified, and he muttered, "Killer, Godslayer!?"

No one gave him an answer, and Bingyi couldn't wait for an answer.

The flame in his eyes went out, and his body fell on the inn lobby with a "bang".

Candle Yin's right-hand man, who once went in and out of the land of chaos and was in charge of the river god of the world, Bingyi, the lord of the famous river god, died in the inn for no apparent reason.

"Roar", the two dragons pulled the gorgeous car and circled in the air for a while, and after a long roar in the sky, they plunged into the lake.

Not just the inn, the whole town was silent for a moment, and then burst into earth-shattering laughter.

They couldn't have imagined that Bingyi, who was killing people like hemp and forcing them to breathe, was actually killed by an ink shadow like this.

Ignoring the laughter outside, Yu Shiyu approached the word "sword" on the wall and said excitedly: "Good, good, good sword!"

The word "sword" is cursive, written in one go, the pen is sharp, and a sword aura rushes to the face, stirring the heartstrings of Yu Shiyu.

She reached out to stroke the word "sword", and as soon as she touched it, her hand hurt, and the sword qi pierced her hand.

"Hiss, what a sharp sword aura. Yu Shiyu said.

She has been contemplating the swordsmanship left by her father these days, and she has a lot of experience in these swordsmanship, and she can see the sword intent in this "word" at a glance.

Although the sword intent in this is not as profound and delicate as the sword intent left by his father, the sword intent in the words is fast enough!

It's fast and earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods, and the end of the world is just around the corner.

Perhaps there is no sword in the world that is faster than the sword intent in this word.

"This, this is... What words?" Yu Shiyu asked Liu Liu.

In her opinion, the sword intent in this word is the work of nature's creation, not the world, and the gods.

"Quick word. After Liu Liu replied for the rest of his life, he said to Yu Shiyu.

"Quick words?" Yu Shiyu looked at the words on the wall, and was in a trance for a while, as if she was between heaven and earth, and a fast sword was wantonly in front of her.

"Okay, good", Yu Shiyu nodded, "It's fast enough!"

Liu Liu didn't know what to mean, she took the reminder of the rest of her life, hurriedly ran out of the inn, clapped her hands and beckoned the workers over.

"Okay, everyone has also seen that the danger of Bingyi has been solved, and now everyone can work with peace of mind. Liu Liu said as he stood on the steps.

The workers promised to drive them out now, and they would not leave. Bingyi, the lord of the river gods, has also fallen here, and there is a safer place in the world than here?

Seeing the workers walking towards the stone bridge with enthusiasm, Liu Liu hurriedly beckoned them back.

She pointed to the scarred roof, "Now there is more need for everyone." ”

Suddenly, the workers divided their labor and rushed up to help the inn clean up the mess.

When they were in full swing, no one noticed that a witch had just jumped up in the grass under the hillside where the ink shadow had cut their throats.

He didn't care about patting off the dust on his body, picked off the yellow leaves and withered grass on his head, staggered to the road, turned over his horse, whipped the horse fiercely, and galloped towards Yangzhou.

......

In Yangzhou, some rumors spread rapidly in the city, and by the time Jinyiwei found out, it was too late.

The worshippers of the witchcraft gathered and led the agitated people, the people who were terrified by the ice, into the streets.

Starting from the west and south cities, they shouted the slogan "Please take the position of the witch house and protect the peace of Yangzhou", and continued to gather towards the square in the center of the city.

At the same time, many people gathered in the square.

These people stood under the stage and listened to the shouts of the desolate people in the witch courtyard "Don't bow to Bingyi, Lingshan and Yangzhou will live and die together".

"The Emperor of Heaven is the Emperor of Spirits and the Heaven and Earth of the world. Protecting the world and protecting the well-being of the world is my unshirkable responsibility!"

"Now that the enemy is present, Bingyi turns his hands into clouds, covers his hands into rain, and destroys my Yangzhou in only an instant. But don't worry!"

"The Emperor of Heaven will not abandon everyone, and the Witch Courtyard will not abandon everyone, even if we fight until there is only one person left, our Witch Courtyard will not take a step back. ”

"Swear to live and die with Yangzhou!" "The barren man raised his arms and shouted.

"Swear to live and die with Yangzhou!" shouted the people like a tsunami.