"Big brother!" Xue Lan and Nian Jinshu said in unison.

Xue Lan phantom arrow and Nian Jun Yao opened the way, he landed straight in front of Nian Jinshu and Yan Hui, Bai Ling followed, Nian Jun Yao turned around and asked Jinshu, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

"Big brother, I'm fine!" Xue Lan brushed her presence on the roof of the inn, and Nian Junyao raised his head and smiled, "Well, I'm in good spirits." ”

In the flute of the ghost beasts, they were not allowed to chat, and wherever Nian Jun Yao's sword qi went, the ghosts were shattered.

Nian Jun Yao flew up, the sword came out of his hand, and he turned around in the ghosts, and instantly killed more than a dozen ghosts.

Xue Lan didn't have a brain, "Big brother is amazing!"

Crowd, "......"

The ghost beast dodged the sword qi of Sauvignon Blanc, Nian Jun Yao's spiritual power was strong, and he was not injured, he and Bai Ling were able to resist the attack of the powerful ghost, giving Yan Hui and Nian Jinshu time to breathe.

"Yan Hui ......" Nian Jinshu came out distracted, holding Yan Hui with one hand, his heart was like a knife, it was really a wave of unsettled waves, he was exhausted in the illusion, and he had not yet recovered, and he had to protect them.

"I can hold on!" Yan rubbed the tip of her nose with her fingertips, "Don't worry. ”

The sound of the ghost beast flute became more and more urgent, the power of the powerful ghost was strengthened, Sauvignon Blanc and Jinghongying were even the gods of the world, but this powerful ghost was endless, Chu Yingge said, "Young Master Xiao, let's escape first." ”

This scene is too tragic for human beings to resist.

Xiao Changfeng also hesitated and shouted, "Jinshu, run!"

Nian Jinshu didn't give him a look.

Xue Lan, "Get out!"

Who are you, Xiaojin Book wants to listen to you!

Nian Junyao turned the Sauvignon Blanc horizontally, the spiritual power was fully opened, and the Sauvignon Blanc turned into countless sword lights, attacking the ghosts, but a batch was poured, and another batch came, and the flute of the ghost beast gradually overpowered the sound of the piano of the phoenix and the sycamore.

The goose returned to his sword and slashed off a ghost that attacked Nian Jinshu.

Fang Fei of the Nian Jin Book always protected the wild goose back to the right side to prevent the ghost from sneaking up.

All the spiritual power of Feng Liangzheng was injected into the Fengqi Wutong, his face turned pale for a while, and suddenly he was mistaken, the strings flicked to his fingers, a scar was crossed, and a drop of blood fell on the Fengqi Wutong.

The sound of the piano stops suddenly!

Without the suppression of the sound of the piano of the phoenix and the sycamore, the flute of the ghost beast was unscrupulous, the ghost was even more violent, the scene was almost uncontrollable, Nian Jun Yao turned around, "Ah Lan, take the brocade book and the zither away!"

Xue Lan flew down and was about to take someone away, Feng Liangzheng hated again, why he was a wasted person, he could only sit in a wheelchair and couldn't move.

"Master, don't be sad, the kite is here!" A figure flew out of the guqin, white clothes and black hair, her face was like a flower, she gently hugged Feng Liangzheng, Feng Liangzheng could smell a little bit...... Floral taste.

Kites!

The kite smiled sweetly, the slender long fingers hooked, the phoenix plane flew up, the kite turned around, sat on the leg of the phoenix zither, the song that the phoenix zither was not skilled in sounded again, the sound of the piano was like crying, the voice was sharp and domineering, and the demonic energy gradually floated out of the long qin, gathering into a force and flying towards the ghost beast!

"Wow, it is worthy of Fengqi Wutong, and it can passively protect the master. Xue Lan exclaimed.

Nangong Qi, "It's amazing!"

In the eyes of everyone, Fengliang Zheng was not played, but Fengqi Wutong had fluctuating strings and strong power.

Feng Liangzheng was in the blood, and smelled a fragrance of flowers.

Flowers?

The corners of Feng Liangzheng's eyes shrank, the breeze blew the long hair of the kite, brushing the tip of his nose, and the petite and delicate girl seemed to be embedded in his arms, fitting and gentle.