"Hey, what's going on, how do you feel like a hand is grabbing my foot?"

The toes of the standing were as if they were being dragged by a pair of hands, so that the black man's body could not fall.

Although there was no uncomfortable feeling, but it was also extremely unaccustomed, and I was anxious at the moment, and I was surprised and uneasy, and said, "Am I hell here?" ”

Yes, people who have never seen a summoning spell, of course they are puzzled when they see this kind of spell for the first time, and the black man almost scolded it!

"Did you do it again?"

Only those who have seen it can make a correct judgment and judge that this is exactly the summoning spell.

Since Mo Yunbai can see through all this, Muxiang does not deny it.

She glanced at Mo Yunbai, her expression looked natural, as if she was treating her most familiar lover, and her slender jade hand caressed his cheek.

Mo Yunbai seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, his eyes staring at Nixiang's eyes.

And this moment seemed to become eternal, because this god-like woman actually kissed his cheek with her fiery lips like a spring breeze.

A certain mysterious force restrained Mo Yunbai, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

This moment stopped, and the slightly hot lips moistened Mo Yunbai's eyes.

It wasn't until there was a round of applause in the inn that Mo Yunbai woke up, staggered back, and leaned back on his chair.

It wasn't until the applause stopped abruptly that he was stunned to see a corpse lying on the ground.

"Ahh

For the first time in history, Mo Yunbai had seen so many dead people.

But fortunately, there were a few people standing in front of him, otherwise he would have jumped.

However, the wind is silent, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

Ye Handong didn't dare to kill people here, but it doesn't mean that his subordinates didn't dare to kill people here.

The figure of the wind and rain was like a ghost, and it flashed into the inn in an instant, standing firmly by the side of the cold winter.

As usual, they respectfully saluted Ye Handong, and then looked hostile to the three of them, Mu Xiang, Mo Yunbai, and Hei Hanzi.

They are all killers of Moon Shadow Xuan, and their martial arts are not comparable to ordinary Jianghu masters, and their killing methods are extremely fast.

Mo Yunbai was mortal with naked eyes, and he didn't see it clearly just now, but now he was suspicious, and said, "Did you kill all these people?" ”

These two people are too black-hearted, most of these guests in the inn are some helpless people who love to watch the excitement, they just did the most important thing for an audience and a spectator, but they were punished undeservedly.

- Death.

Nixiang kissed Mo Yunbai, originally deliberately made it for Ye Handong to see, so that he would die.

But she didn't expect that there were too many people around her, and she didn't expect that after these spectators applauded her bravery, they would lead to murder.

A man loves face the most, especially someone like Ye Handong.

Yes, even if he can endure the cold night and winter, his subordinates can't bear it in their eyes.

"You people dare to humiliate my family's master, do you really want to die!?"

Mo Yunbai was surprised, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, he didn't know who these people lying on the ground were killed.

At this moment, after calling the wind to say this, he also knew that people are killed by calling the wind and rain.

"It turns out that you really killed these people, you are so ruthless!"

Mo Yunbai came to the corpse, held it in his arms, burst into tears, and said, "Wake up!" Wake up! Wake up! ”

How can a dead person speak?

Mo Yunbai checked several corpses in a row, and these corpses had long since lost their breath, and all of them had become dead.

When he saw a black man killing someone for the first time, Mo Yunbai was also in pain in his heart as he is now.

It's just that he also knows that this time the killing is completely different from the first time he saw the killing.

The first time he was by the river, he accused the black man of not killing people, and the black man also explained to him why he wanted to kill the man, but this time it was different, for his accusation and dissatisfaction, the murderer not only explained, but also arrogantly pointed a sword at Mo Yunbai.

"Boy, there's nothing to do with you here, these people insult my family's Xuan master, they just deserve to die!"

Seeing a long sword in front of him, Mo Yunbai's face turned pale for a while, and then red for a while.

He was confident that evil would not prevail over good, his expression trembled, and he stepped back step by step, and said, "What are you doing, do you still want to kill people?" Do you still want to kill me? ”

The dead who fell to the ground were all wiped by the fast sword, and each corpse had a thin slit in its neck, and under the high moon hanging, the red blood flowed out of the slit, which was even more eye-catching.

Although the sword was fast, the man who hit the sword still struggled briefly.

Even though the struggle was short, it was a short time, but while struggling, he knocked over the two large candles in the innermost part of the inn.

The candle fell to the ground, and the light of the fire suddenly dimmed, and there were puffs of black smoke.

The smoke eventually disappeared into the darkest corners of the inn.

Seeing that Mo Yunbai was forced to retreat step by step by the two long swords, Nixiang couldn't help but stop it, but Ye Handong suddenly coldly stopped the wind and rain, and shouted softly: "You are presumptuous, is the sword in your hand a new sword?" Why don't you stop yet? ”

Who is Night Cold Winter asking?

Perhaps, only Mo Yunbai has doubts about this.

Fortunately, Ye Handong spoke in a timely manner, otherwise no one would have been able to predict whether the two people holding the long sword would be dead or alive?

You must know that if Nixiang casts a summoning spell, she may be able to get justice for the dead people in this inn.

- Kill the two of them, Calling the Wind and Calling the Rain.

It seems that Ye Handong is also an understanding person.

"Childe, I know that killing people is your Moon Shadow Xuan's duty, and killing people is also the easiest and most effective way to solve the problem, but death symbolizes darkness after all, I really hope that your Moon Shadow Xuan will not act so extreme in the future, killing people at every turn, killing people is really bad!"

Listening to Nixiang's words, Ye Handong nodded deeply.

But.

The black man shouted, only to hear him scold loudly, and said: "You two little bastards, dare to touch a single hair of my brother, Lao Tzu will break your body into ten thousand pieces." ”

After that, the black man waved the ghost axe knife in his hand, and slashed at the wind and rain like a daughter.

Although the power of the axe is great, what makes the night cold winter taboo is the identity of the black man.

Yes, if this axe is chopped down, the consequences are only unimaginable.

——

Even in the cold winter of the night, I can't see where the center of gravity of the axe in the black man's hand is, who can see it?

Seeing that the axe was coming in the wind and rain, in a hurry, he had to urge the wind and rain and said, "Why don't you retreat quickly!?" ”

This is also an order.

The Lord of the Moon Shadow Xuan decreed that they, as disciples, should follow.

Thinking about the establishment of the Moon Shadow Xuan, no one has dared to disobey the orders of the Xuan Lord, so now it seems that calling the wind and rain will be no exception.

When they heard the order, they quickly withdrew their swords and prepared to retreat.

Although their steps had retreated, their bodies had not completely retreated, and they felt a strong wind behind them.

When the two of them suddenly turned around, they saw Ye Handong's right hand stretched out quickly, and the white light between the second and middle fingers instantly dazzled, and the light connected into a sword qi, which forcibly resisted the giant axe rolling in the air.

The giant axe is like a mountain, and it is poured down and pressed.

The sword qi as thin as a silver needle was fiercely resisting the giant axe.

Such a grand scene only frightened Mo Yunbai's heart, and only made him stumble and want to fall back.

Fortunately, Muxiang stood close to him, clasped his arms with both hands, and helped him up, and the two of them looked at everything in front of them.

It's just that all this is too thrilling.

"Brother Mo, be careful!"

The energy generated by the confrontation between the sword qi and the giant axe spread to the inn like a stormy wave, causing the rest of the candles in the inn to fly down and crash against the wall.

With the shouting of mud incense, the fire was finally extinguished, and the candle lay quietly on the ground.

"These two people are among the best masters in the rivers and lakes, and their internal strength is unfathomable, so be careful of being injured by mistake!"

Muxiang was right, so Mo Yunbai also nodded fiercely.

It's just that he has always disliked other people's fights, so he hurriedly urged: "You have summoning spells, stop them, don't let them fight, they didn't kill each other for a while, but hurt innocent people like me." ”

Even if Mo Yunbai didn't say it, the mud incense would stop it.

Inadvertently, the purple light in the inn flickered, and as time passed, the purple light gradually became stronger, and finally forced everyone in the inn to close their eyes.

The strength was weak, and the strong purple light damaged the eye muscles, making it extremely tired, until the power of the giant axe and the sword qi dissipated at the same time, and the purple light slowly diffused.

When their eyes opened, when they had the intention of exchanging ideas again, they saw that the woman in purple was already standing between the two of them.

The night wind hunts, and the purple clothes fly.

At this time, the three of Ye Handong, Muxiang, and the black man stood diagonally in the inn to form a line, and the black man standing in the inn was staring at the cold winter.

However.

Ye Handong was also looking at the black man, and after the two of them glanced at each other, they invariably turned their eyes to the mud incense, and there was a lot of admiration in their hearts at the moment.

"What a powerful spell!"

It's not a compliment, it's a mockery, and anyone who listens to it will think so.

At this time, the sound from outside the inn was as strong as a flying blade, extremely sharp, piercing through the window paper and cutting the deadbolt

Yes, the sound came from these holes.

It's like a threat, like a flying blade cutting through a person's eardrums.

"There's a master outside the inn!?"

However, this master did not enter the inn at this time.