The cold moon is like water, the desperate letter is on the knee, and the moonlight and knife light seem to merge into one.

Not far away, Ah Wu fell asleep, "breathing, breathing" breathing smoothly and quietly.

"As long as Ah Wu grows up healthy, what am I not satisfied with?" The desperate letter said silently.

The Huaichuan ferry can't go back, and there is too much dust in the rivers and lakes.

"Life is like sending a love letter" to kill the martial arts, there are so many blood debts, if you are single, life and death are insignificant. But now that he has Ah Wu, he can't easily get into danger.

Tian Bugu said that Ah Wu is not sick, and amnesia is a normal condition. Although there is still confusion in the heart, the love letter also believes it. I just don't know what she saw at the end?

Suddenly there was a cold wind, mixed with a faint evil aura, and the desperate letter embroidered eyebrows: "Evil spirits and hungry ghosts are really invincible?" ”

The sword light suddenly appeared, as soft as a falling flower, and the evil spirit lurking in the night suddenly turned into ashes and re-entered the reincarnation.

Ah Wu has a special physique, it is the only furnace in the world, and it is a fatal temptation for evil spirits.

Every night he sleeps, Ah Wu's attraction to evil spirits increases, which often attracts the peeps of the evil spirits around him.

The desperate letter does not dare to be careless, and must ensure that every evil spirit that perceives the existence of Ah Wu must be killed. If one escapes and the news leaks, there is a possibility that a group of evil will attack.

With Ah Wu, the desperate letter did not dare to go to the Wild Badlands, because those places were often surrounded by powerful mountain spirits. I didn't dare to go deep into the prosperity, and I didn't dare to let Ah Wu's peculiarity fall in the eyes of those who cared. In this way, he walked with Ah Wu on the edge.

The hut is simple and airy, but the peace of mind is my home. The desperate love letter with nowhere to go has been living in seclusion here with Ah Wu for a while.

The dark clouds gathered, the cool breeze blew, and there was a warm breath in the air, and after a while, a light rain began to fall.

“piata… piata！ In the light rain, footsteps came in a hurry, and there was a faint smell of blood.

The desperate book was very spiritual, and from a distance, he noticed that the two of them were wearing strong clothes in the rain, their hats were broken, and their swords were carrying each other's swords, and one of their right arms was broken at the shoulder.

The desperate letter didn't want to cause more trouble, so he blew out the candle in the house.

When the visitor saw the candles and others blowing out, he paused and came to the door, "Du... Tuk Tuk" knocked on the door softly: "The night rain is cold, my brother is injured and is not resistant to wind and cold, and please have mercy on the master's family, let my brother enter the house to avoid it!" ”

The man with the broken arm coughed repeatedly, "Cough... Ahem...".

The desperate letter wiped the embroidered blade in his hand, gathered his throat, and replied in a rough voice: "Orphans and widows are at home, and it is really inconvenient to keep guests. The shed behind the house, there is firewood for heating, please take it yourself! ”

The person who came hugged his fists and said, "Thank you to the master!" Then he went to the shed behind the house.

In a short time, a fire broke out outside the hut, and the man who had spoken before said angrily: "Those who have no way to carry the Tao are so domineering, and the unbreakable flower was discovered by our brothers, but they have taken possession of it." ”

Another person said weakly: "That mountain cliff is terrifying, and I saw many people lose their heads inexplicably when they approached. And from a distance, it seems that there is a peerless woman in white dancing in the moonlight, which is strange, and that place is not a good place. Hmph, it depends on how the person who does not carry the path picks the unattainable flower. ”

"The Three Treasures of the Grim Reaper, you can become the master of the martial arts. Now that I think about it, this is not something we can covet. It's your brother's fault that you lost an arm. The man said as he carefully bandaged his partner's wounds.

"It is my wish to enter the martial arts, how can I waste it if I practice martial arts. And the world is so big, where is there a place to live. "Although the arm is broken, it can't hide the ambition of the man with the broken arm." The world has always been like this, if I can't fly above the nine heavens, let me turn into sand on the soles of my feet, and live a mediocre life, I am not willing. ”

After that, he grabbed the sword on the ground regardless of his injuries: "Brother Yan, I want to sneak back to the Lone Star Cliff and wait for the opportunity to obtain the unclimbable flower." ”

Brother Yan's face changed and he hurriedly stopped: "No, you are seriously injured, and it will definitely be bad luck to go back." ”

The man fixed his eyes on his companion and said, "For the treasure of death, I have lost an arm, if I can't get it, won't this arm be lost in vain?" Brother Yan, help me! ”

Maybe it was because of righteous anger, or maybe it was because of guilt, Brother Yan finally nodded and agreed to him.

The rain gradually stopped, and after some pranayama, his expression gradually recovered, and he walked away in the vague night.

The two of them were in the eyes of the desperate love letter, and when they saw that they were back on the battlefield, they sighed silently: "The ghosts of the rivers and lakes have never been less, how can ordinary people participate in the Three Treasures of Death." ”

The evil wind rises, the heavens and the earth are depressed, and an unusual atmosphere makes the desperate love letter nervous.

The wind stopped, the clouds gathered, the sky and the earth were dark, and the desperate book smelled an unusual breath, crazy, delusional, and evil!

Feeling the evil between heaven and earth, Ah Wu's breathing was also a little turbid, and his closed eyelids moved, and after a while, he seemed to get used to the evil atmosphere, and his sleep was stable again.

The desperate letter looked at Ah Wu, and there was a plan in his heart. The chain of embroidered blades instantly activated the knife array in the hut.

When the knife was raised again, the man had pushed the door out. When I looked up, I saw what kind of clouds were covering the moonlight in the sky, which was clearly an endless evil spirit, and I couldn't help but be shocked by the love letter.

"I don't know why such a group of evil people are dispatched?" The love letter paid by himself did not let Ah Wu's rumors leak.

"The direction in which the evil spirit is moving is the Lone Star Cliff that the two rivers and lakes returned to just now. Well, it may have something to do with the unclimbable flower of one of the three treasures of death in the mouths of Jianghu guests. ”

Evil spirits pass everywhere, and all living beings die. In the roar of the ghosts, the wolves, insects, tigers and leopards were pounced on by the evil shadows, and suddenly the essence and blood were snatched away, turning into withered and dead skin and falling to the ground.

"No disaster!" The love letter is secret.

Facing the evil spirits that covered the sky and the sun, the embroidered blade in the hand of the desperate letter turned into layers of impermeable knife nets to protect the hut behind him. The whole person turned into a reef in the river, and let the evil tide rush by. From a distance, the desperate letter is like a white practice, cutting through the black tide.

One chop, two chops, three chops, in order to get vitality, the desperate letter waved horizontally, and kept an inch of peace in the endless evil tide.

The evil tide was enraged, and turned into waves to hit it, and the desperate letter began to feel that crazy aura also burst out, and rushed straight to the hut, naked killing thoughts like a flame.

"Oops!" Heartless writing sinks.

Looking up, on the crest of the evil tide, a mad monk came wildly: "Five turbid evil worlds, six sins are destroyed, the demon waves curse the sea, and engulf Bodhi." ”

Curse inscriptions, barefoot and bare arms, gold robes, nine-ring tin staff. The strange qi is crazy, full of evil, and it is the evil spirit of the merciful hungry ghost monk, the five turbid evil world, and the demon drowning the sky.

His eyes were down, and his murderous expression was revealed: "Little human beings, they dare to use their arms as a car." With a wave of his hand, the evil spirits in the sky looked back and drowned in the desperate letter.

The love letter has been killed for a long time, one move and one style is concise and simple, all for killing, but in the face of so many evil spirits, he hesitated for a while.

A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, the evil spirits are endless, and they can't be killed.

The low-level evil spirits have no heart and no mercy, they only have the idea of killing, and they will not be afraid even if they die.

Only when you have the opportunity, understand yourself, and restrain the killing all day long, can you be regarded as a truly high-level evil spirit.

The demon drowns the sky from the extinction realm, and is the best at resisting evil spells, and where it passes, it is the evil spirit that covers the sky and the sun.

The evil spirit is strange, if you don't have the opportunity to awaken yourself, no matter how powerful you are, you can only indulge in killing all day long. There is such an evil spirit in the hands of the demon drowning heaven, and he thinks that he is second only to the future ruler of the peerless power. The Three Treasures of Death shouted and volunteered.

He stood proudly in the midst of the evil tide, and with a tin staff in his hand, a powerful evil spirit from the depths of the evil tide suddenly came out.

Suddenly attacked, the desperate letter sensed the crisis, and then mentioned the three-point work. With a touch of it, the embroidered blade glows with charming knife light, and the knife qi of "leaving Peng" comes out of his hand.

"Ahh

"Hahaha... Let's see how long you can last..."In the midst of wild laughter, the demon drowning sky threw the golden robe, and dozens of powerful evil spirits came out of it.

"European ...... The moment the powerful evil spirit came out, the killing intent was monstrous, and the evil tide in the sky increased several times more powerful.......

Feeling the evil aura of the sky, the pressure of the desperate letter has increased greatly, and such a battle is enough to threaten itself.

"You can't fight hard!" The dozens of powerful evil spirits hidden in the evil spirits alone are already fierce enemies, not to mention the mysterious and unfathomable mad monks in the sky.

The love letter is a killer, and the strongest is a secret blow to kill. At this time, the evil tide besieged, and fell into the protracted battle that he was not good at, and in a few moments, he already felt that the true yuan was gradually gone.

The demon drowning heaven cursed the Buddha, like the Sanskrit sound echoing in the cemetery, the different prints in the hands were frequent, and the chain beads on the wrist emitted evil light into the evil tide.

The evil spell blessed the binding, and the evil spirit's eyes glowed, "Bah... Ahh

The sudden killing move made the desperate letter not in a hurry, and he wanted to dodge, but he thought of Ah Wu in the hut. With a bite of the shell teeth, the lunge horizontal knife, the trick splits the water, the gong yuan gathers the embroidered blade, and the "chopping landscape and reverse breaking" is forcibly connected to the evil spirit of the sky.

With a "boom", the surrounding evil spirits were affected and turned into ashes.

Victory or defeat is obvious, the face of the desperate book is tight, and the powerful evil spirit of the falling sky meets the blade of the sky, and the soul of the green smoke is scattered.

The demon drowning sky in the sky stared, such a powerful evil spirit is rare in the destruction realm, and each end has spent its own infinite energy.

In the infinite years, I have gained less than 100 heads, and I feel a sting in my heart every time I lose a head.

Annoyed in his heart, the song of the demon drowning heaven and evil Brahma became more urgent, and the spell patterns all over his body began to distort, exuding a strange aura.

The evil tide returned, mixed with more than a dozen powerful breaths and swarmed up.

The love book is raised to the peak, and the embroidered blade is like a layer of moonlight, the sound of the wind, the shadow of the clouds, and the trajectory of all things are in sight one by one.

The polar style of "cutting mountains and rivers and reversing the break" is forced to the limit, and there is a great tendency to break the mountains and divide the sea.

As soon as this trick comes out, the desperate love letter is confident that everything is congenital, and none of them can be killed, even if the lord of the blood list is in power and death.

In the face of the amazing knife, the demon drowning sky looked frightened, and finally admitted that the woman in front of him was indeed a fierce enemy.

"You're worth my shot!" Demon drowning heaven bows to the Buddha with his left hand, presses the tin staff horizontally with his right hand, and walks down in the void with a bow and praise step by step.

His eyes are lowered, he really looks like a compassionate Buddha, and when he raises his staff, he will show madness, and he will be a thatched hut behind the desperate book.