It is not a wise move to come against Jiang Ying.

He knows it himself.

It's tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

I had a seizure not long ago, if I had it again.

I'm afraid it's going to be a difficult end.

Qiu Nanfeng walked to the inside of Qiu Mosheng and pushed away the blade with his bare hands.

The blade of the sword pushed Qiu Nanfeng's scarred fingers away from Jiang Ying's shoulder.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, when the blade slashed, it cut through a piece of fabric on Jiang Ying's shoulder.

A group of people petrified.

Silenced.

Holding his breath, he raised his heart to his throat.

I don't know where the bear child came from, bold and eyeless, and he actually pushed the sword of Shaoxia.

He also scratched the ghost king's clothes.

The ghost king's imperial robe is the only one in the world that no one in the ghost world can compare to the imperial dragon robe.

Not only did the disciples of the Melon Eating Sect tremble, but even Hongyi sensed the breath of death.

On the other hand, Qiu Mosheng on the side was not concerned about Jiang Ying's face, but about the little girl.

How did a weak little girl with sores and scars push his sword?

Jiang Ying's face fell into the cold pool in an instant, and his whole body was full of uncontrollable leakage.

The fingertip dagger flickered.

No one noticed that when the ghost king was angry, the red clothes miraculously disappeared from the ghost king's hands.

From an outsider's point of view, it was the ghost king who was angry and vented his sins on the red clothes.

Shengsheng crushed the red clothes.

The red face is fleeting, and the life is thin.

It's so good-looking, and it's just dead.

It's a shame.

It's a pity.

It's better to get rid of the ghost king early.

........

Qiu Nanfeng stood between Jiang Ying and Qiu Mosheng.

In front of everyone, he gently patted Jiang Ying's shoulder where it was cut, and smiled coldly.

"Ah, the ghost king's clothes are so powerful, they actually sharpened the broken sword."

Qiu Nanfeng said, and picked up the blade in Qiu Mosheng's hand with his fingers, and there was really a big gap missing in the middle.

Then, with a click, it broke in half.

Qiu Mosheng: ........

Jiang Ying: .......

The sword is a treasure weapon of the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

A sword cultivator who lacks a sword is as incompetent as a butcher without a knife.

The melon-eating disciples who were counting on Shaoxia's help were forcibly stuffed into their stomachs one by one stone after another.

Whether it's a male pet or not, it's a good person to be able to save them.

It's weak.

Like frosted eggplants, they are all depressed and waiting to die.

Qiu Nanfeng continued to pat Jiang Ying's shoulder, smiling coldly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our ghost king, Yushu is in the wind, chic and dignified, handsome and invincible. offended the ghost king, and that person just now was the end. He was easily killed by our Oni King.

Do you still have any objections? If not, let's disperse. The Ghost King is in a good mood today, so I won't kill you.

If you don't want to live, you can send yourself to death. ”

Hearing the sound, all the disciples scattered like crazy.

Fleeing and disappearing into the streets of the village.

didn't get the order of the ghost king, and the ghost soldiers and ghost generals didn't dare to make a mistake.

Let these disciples disappear.

From beginning to end, Jiang Ying glared at the scarred and shriveled hand on his shoulder.

In the silent streets, a howl erupted from a ghost that was exhausted and cried.

"Get out of here!"

Ghost voices rage and sweep across the village.

In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated buildings of the entire village were instantly razed to the ground.

The disciples who fled under the dilapidated eaves were buried, buried, and bruised.

It's a life.

After the ghost howl, Jiang Ying calmed down, and suddenly saw that the hand on his shoulder was still there.

It's a pity that there is a broken arm left, and the little girl was shocked into the air by this roar.

was suddenly revealed, and the black egg with a powerful heavenly demonic aura was picked up in his arms.

The girl's hand was broken, and blood was dripping from the broken arm.

The streets are full of ghosts, scarlet ghost eyes, and restlessness.

In mid-air, the little girl rubbed her arm in Qiu Nanfeng's arms and whimpered.

"Crying for what?"

"Sister, it hurts, my hand is broken."

Qiu Nanfeng frowned, overlooking the thousands of ghost soldiers and ghost generals in the village, the heavenly demon qi quickly swept away, from the head of the village to the end of the village, every ghost will be killed.

The ghost soldiers and ghosts will be uncontrolled, and they will be defeated and dissipated by the heavenly demon qi one after another.

Sister?

Sister?

Hua Aya, little girl?

The little girl can't touch the bottom at all.

The severed arm was taken away.

Jiang Ying stared at the ugly seams on the repaired ghost robe on his shoulder, his fists clenched in his sleeves.

This imperial robe is an imperial robe that he spent countless ghost qi and spent hundreds of years making. How could it be cut by a broken sword.

The five-fingered dagger is ready to go.

Bad luck.

Was the red dress taken away by Hua Aya or this little girl?

What kind of master is this little girl, even he can't detect her details.

It is truly hateful to take the red clothes from his hands.

The irritable and depressed mood wandered in Jiang Ying's face, and he glanced at Qiu Mosheng sideways.

That glance seemed to be examining, were these things done by Qiu Mosheng?

can sweep Qiu Mosheng's bottom from beginning to end, he can't have such a level.

The Lifestealer was still in Qiu Mosheng's body.

Jiang Ying tried to manipulate the Eater of Souls, and suddenly several ghost arrows flew away, making Jiang Ying a live target.

Arrows flew in.

As a ghost king, he is not afraid of ghost arrows.

Ghost arrows entering his body can increase his cultivation.

After all, he created these ghost arrows.

However, the next moment, the corners of Jiang Ying's mouth twitched slightly.

The ghost arrow arrow was under the spell in the fairy gate at some point, and the arrow entered the body, devouring his ghost qi little by little.

He didn't even notice it.

By the time Jiang Ying finished cleaning up these annoying ghost arrows, Qiu Mosheng had already arrived at Qiu Nanfeng's side.

"Hanaya! You can take Qiu Mosheng away, but that girl, you have to stay! Jiang Ying was furious, as a ghost king, he suffered such a catastrophe today, and he lost face in front of the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

It's a shameful tightness.

Qiu Nanfeng looked down at the girl she was holding in her hand, and chuckled contemptuously, "Reason? ”

Jiang Ying, Jiang Ying, lost his wife and broke his soldiers.

and thou shalt not live.

If you can't let them get out of the Demon Palace, I will always vent my anger.

Jiang Ying clenched his fists and casually summoned the fainting autumn dust.

"Substitution."

The whole body is bruised, and the facial features are black, which is undoubtedly a ghost.

But.....

"You said to change it? What is the face of the deity? ”

"It's okay if you don't change it, you folded thousands of ghost soldiers from this king, and this king has to exchange him for it." Jiang Ying smiled evilly, and the five-fingered short sword gradually pierced Qiu Chen's throat.

"By the way, Qiu Mosheng, the name of this king is Qiu Chen."

Qiu Mosheng, who had been silent, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, but he didn't react much.

Jing watched the ghost king Jiang Ying sing a solo show.

"Qiuchen is Chang'an Qiu's clan...."

"What does it have to do with me?" Qiu Mosheng glanced at Jiang Ying coldly, with a little disgust.

Jiang Ying, who has dominated the ghost world for thousands of years, was interrupted by a male pet.

A thin laugh echoed through the village.

Jiang Ying used Qiu Chen to blackmail Qiu Nanfeng and Qiu Mosheng to no avail, and when he was about to burst, suddenly a black magic ball came and stopped at Qiu Nanfeng's feet.

The black magic ball flew half and was grabbed by Jiang Ying with his bare hands.

Pinch in the palm of your hand.

The black magic ball in the palm of his hand was pinched and deformed.

Stunned, he squeezed out a black devil qi from Jiang Ying's ghost claws.

The milk voice screamed, "Auntie, aunt, is it really Aunt Aya?" ”

Aunt?