Yin Law Division, the judge belongs to the file room. The gray marble floor was littered with messy piles of dossiers, indicating that the place had just been abused.

Under the table in the deepest part of the file room, where Xie Bi'an was lying, I didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

"Coming, Lord Zhong Kui of the Criminal Law Division, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Xie Bi'an said lightly.

"You know I'm coming?"

"This is natural, hit the small one, and naturally prepare to be beaten by the big one!"

"I didn't see it, I only knew that you Xie Bi'an was a rare seed of infatuation, but this is the first time I know that you are so sensible. Zhong Kui, who didn't know when he was sitting on the Taishi's chair, chuckled.

"So, you really want to beat me up to avenge Cui Fujun's revenge, right?"

Zhong Kui smiled and nodded silently

Xie Bi'an continued: "It's obvious that you're so shrewd, don't you still see through it?"

"I know!"

When Xie Bi'an heard this, he looked at Zhong Kui even more puzzled.

Zhong Kui said lightly: "Only by killing chickens can you set an example of monkeys!"

"Hehe, then I'm really unlucky, I've become the chicken that hit the muzzle," Xie Bi'an said with a wry smile and shook his head.

"Sort of!"

"Negotiable?"

"Nope!"

Xie Bi'an was lying on the ground, and Zhong Kui was sitting on the Taishi chair. Neither of them spoke, but Xie Bi'an secretly activated the qi around him, pulling the spiritual power around him.

Zhong Kui naturally noticed Xie Bi'an's small movements, but he didn't care. Because of the small hole in the late stage, where can you jump in front of him.

When Xie Bi'an was almost gaining momentum, he got up and picked up Mao Ying on the inkstone in front of the desk

"Zihao pen, sharp as a cone, sharp as a knife.

There are old rabbits on the stone in the south of the Yangtze River, eating bamboo and drinking springs.

The people of Xuancheng take it as a pen, and they pick every millimeter from tens of thousands of hairs.

Although it is light, the work is very heavy.

The name of the Guan Le Gong is full of tribute, and the monarch and the ministers should not be used lightly.

Don't use it lightly, what will it be?"

Xie Bi'an slowly stood up from the ground and chuckled: "I didn't expect that the recognized boss of the underworld would even have Yaxing, who was endowed with poetry, let them know that their jaws would be shocked!"

"Hehe! ready?" Zhong Kui didn't answer his words, and waved Mao Ying in his hand and said.

"It's close, but it's almost there, come on!"

Xie Bi'an took out the soul hook and spat out the essence blood on it, and suddenly the scarlet light vibrated greatly, reflecting his face extremely cold.

"Just started working so hard?" Zhong Kui said when he saw this.

"Desperately die for a lifetime, don't fight for ten deaths and have no life!" what do you say?" Xie Bi'an rushed towards Zhong Kui with a hook.

Zhong Kui saw it coming, but did not dodge, and clashed with him with a pen.

Two people, one for offense and one for defense. Xie Bi'an attacked for dozens of breaths, and the fierce offensive that seemed to have the upper hand didn't even touch Mao Ying in Zhong Kui's hand.

Xie Bi'an saw that his spiritual power was constantly declining, but he did not cause the slightest damage to Zhong Kui, and suddenly retreated to the side.

Seeing this, Zhong Kui did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but just quietly looked at Xie Bi'an, who was breathing for air.

Xie Bi'an looked at Zhong Kui in front of him, he knew that if he continued to fight like this, when his spiritual power was exhausted, there would be only one way to die.

"He must concentrate on inflicting damage on Zhong Kui before the driver runs away, otherwise the only thing that awaits him is death. ”

Thinking of this, Xie Bi'an tried to destroy the drop of blood left in Zuo Yan's body, but no matter how he destroyed it, it was as unwavering as a dead thing.

"Made, it looks like you're on your own. ”

Thinking of Xie Bi'an, he used his spiritual power to force out his heart's blood, and dripped it on the soul hook, and in an instant, the red blood light shrouded the entire dossier room.

Xie Bi'an was shocked when he saw this, how long has his physical body been so improved, this drop of heart blood is at least equivalent to the previous three drops, and it is more pure.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from his own painstaking efforts, Xie Bi's grasp of his own contribution increased by one percent.

Originally, for a Mahayana monk like Zhong Kui, Xie Bi'an couldn't mention the confrontation at all. If it weren't for Zuo Yan's blood, maybe Xie Bi'an wouldn't have been able to fight, and he would have bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Because Xie Bi'an is still very concerned about his life, because he still has very important things to do, he really can't just die so inexplicably.

It is also because of this that Xie Bi'an is so desperate for his life, and even does not hesitate to end up with a wasted name.

Zhong Kui, who was opposite Xie Bi'an, saw the strange strength in front of him, his one-inch-wide eyebrows frowned slightly, but he didn't interrupt Xie Bi'an.

Because he also wants to see what kind of waves Xie Bi'an, who has always been a scumbag, can make in front of him.

Xie Bi'an saw that one drop of his heart and blood had such power, so he forced out two drops on it in one go.

The crimson light condensed like substance, exuding an aura that seemed to destroy the heavens and the earth. However, Xie Bi'an's body was shaking at the moment, and he couldn't control it, but after he trembled slightly, he suddenly stabilized.

In fact, as soon as he forced out his heart's work, Xie Bi'an felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, and he was about to fall asleep, but a gentle spiritual power came from his chest to supplement his loss, and he searched for it, it was the spiritual power from the drop of blood left by Zuo Yan.

Seeing that the drop of blood left by Zuo Yan had reacted again, Xie Bi's confidence in peace of mind increased a little.

When his mind was completely cleared, Xie Bi'an continued to run the exercises, floating the soul hook on his chest and said, "This trick is my first attempt, Lord Judge, you can take it!"

Zhong Kui didn't answer, but took out the left hand that was behind him. made another wave gesture, signaling Xie Bi'an to let the horse come.

Seeing this, Xie Bi'an's hands formed several complex handprints, and the soul hook on his chest began to tremble, and it exuded terrifying blood all over its body, as if it couldn't wait to see blood.

By the time Xie Bi'an finished making the handprint, the soul hook was already shaking violently as if it was no longer under his control.

When Xie Bi'an was really about to lose control of the soul hook in his hand, he shouted softly: "The blood spirit flashed nine times - the ghost is frightened!"

Before he finished speaking, the soul hook turned into a blood rainbow and flew towards Zhong Kui like an arrow from the string, and the space collapsed everywhere he went, and the void shook.

Facing the soul hook that seemed to destroy everything, Zhong Kui didn't seem to expect Xie Bi'an to be such a big threat to him, he suddenly widened his eyes and said angrily: "Carving insect skills, Hugh is playing in front of Benjun!" At this time, the Mao Ying that had been held in Zhong Kui's hand turned into a cinnabar pen after a burst of brilliance, and the pen turned into a long sword with a red body.

As soon as the long sword came out, the surrounding fire spiritual power poured into it frantically, purple and flames surrounded, thunder erupted, Zhong Kui held the sword and said angrily: "Generation-Heaven-Punishment-Evil!"

Then he waved his sword in his big hand, and a purple fire thunderbolt as thick as an arm blasted towards Xie Bi'an, colliding with the soul hook.

Boom, ......boom, the entire dossier was reduced to ashes in the aftermath.

As the last trace of aftermath dissipated, among the ruins, Xie Bi'an was lying in a suit that exploded and covered in blood, and Zhong Kui stood with his right sleeve shattered.

Just as Zhong Kui was about to use a sword to kill this guy who had broken his sleeve, a voice rang out inopportunely, like the words of an immortal who had drifted down nine days ago, and he could not see anyone except for his voice.

"my little brother, are you-sure?"