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There were countless thunders in the sky, it was obviously noon, but the sky was as dark as before the night, but after a long time, there was still not a drop of rain falling, but the air was already much more humid, and the temperature had dropped unconsciously.

Lan Shikang looked at Lan Yucheng in the field gloomily, as if a giant eagle was staring at his prey. The situation was completely better than he had expected, and soon, before long, the great thorn in his heart was gone.

Everyone was secretly complaining in their hearts, they knew that Lan Shikang had a living puppet in his hands, but they didn't know that it was so difficult. Even the most immodest thin old man on weekdays is full of heaviness at this time. His greatest reliance, the sound of ghosts crying wolves in the sacrificial flag, can only work for a few people in black, just because these living puppets are a group of soulless people, even if it is his "soul refining", they are indispensable.

The number of men in black is indeed decreasing, and in the past, they could kill one and count one, but now, they only kill one, and immediately get up one. It's just because the killers of Qianfeng have all turned into unjust souls at this moment, and those who remain here are all living puppets refined by the feather fan, which is senseless and painful.

"All retreat ten zhang" The thin old man suddenly shouted, and the sacrificial flag in his hand began to rise, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a person's height.

Although everyone was puzzled in their hearts, they didn't hesitate at all. Lan Yucheng and the others are naturally thin old men, and the few remaining people in the rivers and lakes have the instinct to stay away from the land of right and wrong.

When the sacrificial flag rose to the height of one person, it no longer rose wildly, but directly broke out of the thin old man's hand and flew into the air. Just as the puppet wants to continue chasing the person closest to him, the scene in front of him changes.

With the thin old man as the center, the scene in the middle begins to be like a mirage, vague. Volcanoes erupt, sea water rolls, thunder and lightning flashes, and large earthquakes crack. The four scenes included all the people in black. Just move a little and step into the endless hell.

Jin Cong's face was full of shock, he never thought that this situation would become today. In a flash, Jin Cong stood beside Lan Yucheng and said, "The old man can only trap them in it, and if he wants to annihilate these living dolls, he can only kill the person who is holding back the living dolls."

After speaking, Jin Cong's gaze changed to the feather fan boy standing beside Lan Shikang. Only he knew how big the old man's sacrifice was in the formation this time. Although he likes to watch the old man jump to his feet, it doesn't mean that he can tolerate others treating his only relative in this world, his father

Without Lan Yucheng's instructions, Jin Cong directly raised his sword and headed towards the feather fan. The burden of this formation on the thin old man is quite serious, and the more time passes, the more irreparable it becomes. The formation can only be terminated by the person who set up the formation, and he must kill the feather fan boy as soon as possible

"Walking here, there is no possibility of retreating" Lan Yucheng didn't look back, just whispered, and followed Jin Cong without hesitation. When the people in the rivers and lakes behind him heard this, they could only grit their teeth and follow. Since they have already boarded the thief ship, they can only accompany them to the end.

Except for the feather fan, Lan Shikang was only a group of Praetorian Guards who couldn't look down on him at this time. Jin Cong faced the feather fan, and Lan Yucheng naturally stabbed his sword at Lan Shikang. The inconvenience of the wheelchair, Lan Shikang himself has extraordinary martial arts, and Lan Yucheng has never been able to hurt Lan Shikang several times.

It's just that there are not only silver swords to be used in wheelchairs, but also countless mechanisms, among which there are poisonous hidden weapons, which is the indispensable strength of Lan Yucheng in the melee just now. Countless hidden weapons headed towards Lan Shikang's front door, and Lan Yucheng's long sword followed.

Countless silver needle hidden weapons, even if they were blocked by the long sword in Lan Shikang's hand, they also played a role in harassing the enemy. Lan Yucheng's sword had just slashed through Lan Shikang's chest, and he didn't dare to be careless and took a step back directly. It's just that when Lan Yucheng saw the corners of Lan Shikang's slightly raised mouth and looked at the place where his sword had cut just now, his brows furrowed.

Just like Xie Danniang, she thought she had hurt Lan Shikang, but in the end, she only found that she was nothing but a broken piece of clothing.

In the wedding dress, Lan Shikang had already worn one of the treasures in the treasury, the golden silkworm soft armor, and was invulnerable. Although Lan Shikang thinks that today's situation has been arranged, he still does not dare to be conceited.

The golden silkworm is only one day from birth to the end of its life, and the silk it spits out will be corrupted when the darkness of this day comes, and finally there will be no trace. Only by putting silk in thousand-year-cold water before it decays can it be hard enough to be preserved. The silk spit out by a golden silkworm is no more than the size of a finger, and even if the Lan clan is the king of the country, he has only collected half of it. Therefore, the so-called golden silkworm soft armor is actually a mixture of gold silk and gold silk.

One by one, the Praetorian Guards fell in Lan Shikang's eyes, and the situation that had favored him ceased to exist when the thin old man restrained all the living dolls. Lan Yucheng and Lan Shikang confronted each other, and everyone else attacked the feather fan.

The living puppets that the feather fan can rely on are now like waste, and all that is left is the poison he has learned all his life. With a blow back, the lupine boy held his breath, and the powder in his wide long sleeves was swayed towards everyone who came at him, and in a few seconds, he could see a group of dead bodies at his feet

Seeing that the group of people in the rivers and lakes retreated when they found the medicinal powder in the air, only Jin Cong kept raising his sword and stabbing towards the feather fan, and the long sword went straight into the body of the defenseless and complacent feather fan, and the only thing that could still be seen was the hilt of the sword held in Jin Cong's hand and stained red by the blood of the feather fan.

Yufan didn't expect that there were still people in this world who knew that there was hell ahead, but still dared to insist on stepping in, until the long sword was pulled out of his body, until his blood sprayed all over the ground, until he fell to the ground without blinking, and he didn't understand this.

Jin Cong's long sword was on the ground, he was not invincible to all poisons, and he didn't have a child and mother Gu like Xiao Ruo's body, but he had to do this, because he knew that this was the best time to kill the feather fan.

Obviously, the thin old man has discovered the failure of the living puppet, and the formation has been completely lifted, leaving the thin old man alone sitting in the formation without any image, panting in the middle, and even moving his fingers is a burden.

Mr. Jiang is not worried about Lan Yucheng who is fighting against Lan Shikang, after all, after Xiaoruo left the valley, Lan Yucheng has long since regained his old swordsmanship, and he is integrated with the wheelchair made by the "class master craftsman", and there are even hidden weapons that he still does not know all about. It's just that when he saw the poison spilled out by the feather fan, he directly took out the poison-avoiding pill that he had prepared long ago from his arms and headed towards Jin Cong, and when he left, Yi Chu followed closely behind, and he didn't have any scruples about the old marquis Jiang who had been protecting them.

The feather fan boy was destroyed, and the remaining Praetorian Guards had already fled, and there was no need to worry about death. All of them who could still stand and see this good situation suddenly perked up and turned around to help Lan Yucheng.

The sky had darkened and turned the world into night, and the dark clouds could no longer bear the weight, and the rain poured down after drop by drop. Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed, and in this black day, it was even more dazzling.

Even if Lan Shikang had soft armor to protect himself, his exposed arms and legs had already been covered with blood. No matter how great his ability was, he was scarred under the siege of these people, and even if there were no fatal wounds, his wheezing became heavier and heavier.

Standing on the roof, Lan Shikang ignored the several people in the rivers and lakes who were ready to go, pointed at Lan Yucheng on the ground, and sneered: "Don't you want to save that Miss Lin San She is in the side hall of this Feng Dynasty Palace, but unfortunately, it won't be long before she should return to the underworld, hahaha~" After speaking, Lan Shikang no longer fell in love with the war, but lifted his breath and flew in the opposite direction. He knew that he would not be able to win today's battle. It's better to escape for the time being, and wait for your return later

Xiao Ruo is the main purpose of Lan Yucheng's entry into the palace today, and when he heard this, he didn't care about Lan Shikang's action of giving up and preparing to escape, so he directly pushed the wheelchair and looked for several side halls of the Feng Dynasty Palace. He was afraid, in case, really, late, that

Just as Lan Yucheng turned to leave, several people from the rivers and lakes standing on the roof hesitated whether to chase and kill, and suddenly a beam of the thickest lightning so far fell from the sky, seeing that it hit Lan Shikang who was running in the rain curtain, without a shout, as the lightning disappeared, only a golden soft armor could be seen falling on the roof in the distance, and the rest, nothing, flesh and blood turned into ashes along with the bone marrow.

Several people from the rivers and lakes looked at each other in fear, fortunately, just now, when Lan Shikang fled, they directly chased and killed, otherwise, they must have turned into ashes like him now.

Heaven is evil, but it is still alive; and thou shalt not live. Mixed with all the golden silkworm soft armor to help Lan Shikang, but in this rainy night, it also led thunder to him. If God doesn't let this wicked man live, then he won't be able to live. In the face of nature, all force is ridiculous.

Lan Yucheng pushed open the doors of the side hall one after another, but he never found Xiao Ruo's figure. I became more and more anxious in my heart, and I suspected again and again that this was just Lan Shikang's nonsense, and Xiao Ruo was not here at all.

It was only when he pushed open the side hall where Jiang Qinghua lived that he was truly relieved. His little Ruo happened to be lying on the bed.

"Looks like I can do it." Jiang Qinghua turned his back to the light and saw Lan Yucheng who broke into the side hall, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile, as if relieved, as if talking to himself.

If you think Lan Shikang was killed by lightning is very happy, leave the red ticket, haha

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