The old ghost with painted skin was covered in black hair, and he was a hairy monkey alive, and let out bursts of strange laughter, and the hearts of those who listened to it trembled.

"Hehe, it's fun, it's fun, it's trouble, don't delay your efforts, let's die quickly, hahaha."

Qingquan put his hands behind his back, poked the tip of the pen so hard, quietly cut his middle finger, glanced at Cui Yue, and quietly wiped the blood of his fingertips onto the small peachwood sword.

The peachwood sword that was stained with the essence blood of the clear spring suddenly changed, and the scripture rune turned from gold to red, and gradually turned into a blood-colored charm.

Cui Yue held it in his hand, and his face showed a hint of surprise, at first he felt that the weight of his hand had not changed much, but he felt that the sword body contained surging power, which was obviously different from before, with the difference between heaven and earth.

Qingquan's strange fountain pen also emitted a faint red light because of the essence blood it had sucked.

Qingquan looked at Cui Yue, his eyes were firm, he nodded, and spit out two words from his lips, categorically!

"Do it!"

Cui Yue comprehended, as soon as Qingquan's words fell, Cui Yue had already jumped out with an arrow step, and the small peachwood sword was raised in his palm, and a touch of blood in his palm rushed out.

Qingquan was not idle, almost at the same time as Cui Yue, unfolded the book and spread it on the ground, waved the pen in his hand, and wrote hard, and in the blink of an eye, he sketched a few lines on the book, and the lines were intricately combined like a huge net.

The old ghost with painted skin never expected that this Cui Yue would not retreat but advance, and the moth would put out the fire! The miserable green eyes stared at the bloody light, revealing a hint of surprise, which was completely different from the peachwood sword he had seen before.

"I don't know what I can do, I struggle in vain!"

The old ghost sneered, grabbed Cui Yue's neck with a ghost hand, and with a slight pinch of the ghost claw, Cui Yue's head could be twisted off.

At the moment of life and death, Cui Yue didn't know where the courage came from at this time, he didn't care about it at all, the whole person opened the door wide, and he didn't block it, he just fought desperately.

As the saying goes, those who are horizontal are afraid of death!

The old ghost with painted skin didn't expect that this weak plate of Chinese food in front of him could burst out with such momentum and courage before he died!

A ghost hand instantly enlarged in front of his eyes, full of dirt and blood stains, his nails were like sharp knives, the wind struck, Cui Yue's pupils instantly contracted, and he subconsciously shook his head, and the fingertips of the ghost claws ran along the skin.

Swish!

Cui Yue frowned in pain, a tingling pain on his face, and a few blood marks were left on his face.

Cui Yue, who dodged the blow, was like the wind, and with a big stride, the person had already jumped up.

Although Cui Yue dodged the blow, his whole chest was wide open, and his chest and abdomen were undoubtedly exposed. The old ghost didn't expect this kid to dodge a blow, and he was willing to sacrifice his life to fight, and the sharp claws of the ghost's hands had already come out of the hole like a giant python and poked out.

Just wait for Cui Yue to send it to the door, and Cui Yue's stomach can be pierced!

Fight!

Faster! Just one last step!

Cui Yue's hand was full of red light, and the last step jumped high, almost half pounced, shook a shot, and stabbed forward desperately with his right hand!

Poof! A stream of green sticky juice squirts out from the left eye frame of the old ghost with painted skin!

Roar!

Then a terrible roar came from the mouth of the demon!

The scene immediately reversed, and the ghost claws of the old ghost with painted skin poked at Cui Yue's side waist, submerging about an inch into the flesh. At the last moment, Cui Yue held the peachwood sword in his right hand and inserted it fiercely into the left eye of the old ghost.

Cui Yue's lose-lose style of play was completely fatal, fighting big with a small one, and in the face of the ghost's ghost claws, he avoided the vital points around him as much as possible, and the whole person was so much faster and a few seconds faster, taking the first step. Danger after danger, if the luck and body are a little worse, there is only one fate waiting for Cui Yue, and that is to disembowel!

"Aren't you copper-skinned and iron-clad, Lao Tzu will insert it and explode your eyeballs!"

At this time, Cui Yue was sprayed with green juice, the fishy smell came to his face, he coughed a few times, and said viciously in his mouth, looking at the old ghost with painted skin as if he had been hit hard, he felt a burst of happiness in his heart, and finally had a bad breath in his heart!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The old ghost with painted skin was in pain, his mouth full of black teeth raised to the sky and roared, his hands covered his eyes and rampaged, and green juice sprayed everywhere.

Cui Yue wanted to slip away after he succeeded, and pulled it out hard in his hand, click!

The peachwood sword was actually stuck in the eye socket of the old ghost with painted skin, seeing the old ghost with painted skin rambling wildly, Cui Yue was anxious, and before he could take off his hand and retreat, the crazy old ghost with painted skin turned his palm into a fist and hit Cui Yue's chest!

Burst!

A mouthful of blood is floating in the sky!

Cui Yue was like a hammer, blood gushed out of his mouth, blood stained his clothes, flew out upside down, knocked down several rows of benches, and the small peachwood sword also fell to the ground.

Ahem.

Cui Yue lay on the ground, breathing with the rise and fall of his chest, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his consciousness was blurred for a while, he stretched out his trembling hands and tried several times, but he didn't get up.

"Cui Yue!"

Qingquan shouted anxiously in his mouth!

The spell in Qingquan's hand has not yet been completed, only the last step is missing, although Cui Yue has succeeded in one blow, but after all, the disparity is too great, and he is not the opponent of the old ghost who paints the skin, so he can't delay for long.

Qingquan's plan is only one last step away, and it has fallen short!

The old ghost covered his eyes with his right hand, staring at Cui Yue on the ground, his face was full of anger, the black hair on his whole body stood up, and he took a big mouth, eager to swallow Cui Yue immediately, and roared angrily.

"You! How daring! ”

Cui Yue's mouth moved, and before the words could be spoken, a mouthful of blood foam gushed out again, and half of his body seemed to be broken, and it was difficult to turn over.

The old ghost with painted skin emitted a faint green light with one eye, vicious and angry, the fangs on the side of his mouth flipped over, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and sneered in his mouth.

"It's too cheap to unscrew your head, I'm going to tear you alive, gouge out your eyeballs and chew them up! Hahaha! ”

Cui Yue's eyes were blurred, and he could only see a rough outline of the old ghost, and when he heard a hideous and terrifying laugh in his ears, his body subconsciously crawled backwards.

Before the old ghost could make a move, Qingquan let out a soft roar, and the white figure flashed, and Cui Yue, who was already in front of him.

"Oh? If you want to die, then I'll deal with you first, and skin him alive. ”

The old ghost with a grim face, and the clear spring in front of him sneered.

Qingquan couldn't care about it at this time, he lightly recited the Qianjun Divine Power Mantra on his lips, and the golden light instantly wrapped around his arms, and his fists came out together, at this time, it was a matter of life and death, and he did his best!

The green light flashed in the old ghost's one-eyed eyes, and he was not afraid of the golden light in front of him, and he was quite disdainful, and the two ghost claws grabbed it towards the clear spring.

The golden light implied a thousand powers, and it fell on the body of the old ghost with painted skin like a storm, and the dark ghost skin was as hard as iron, leaving only a few white marks.