"That's right! Shoot him! Brother Pear ......"

"Brother Pear, don't hesitate, Daoist Chong Heng is a master of illusion and has bad intentions...... It's not good! ”

"Brother Pear, the old Taoist priest will be unfavorable to you."

Ji Qingqing's charming voice suddenly became soft as water, as if a lover's tender whisper in her ear, as if she was kissing He Fangjing, and the soft moan in her throat showed an extremely strong sense of charm. Xiao Fan's mind was controlled again, his confused gaze finally froze, and with a lift of his wrist, the Tianfeng Sword was raised, and the blade pointed straight over.

"Strongman...... The little brother has something to say, don't ...... Don't be rough......"

"Little brother, please listen to the poor word......

"Little brother, little brother, don't do it! This matter is a long story, and it will be discussed by the old man and the strong man in the long run......"

Daoist Chong Heng shook his left hand wildly, the dust in his right hand fanned, and his mouth was endless, but his voice had become sharp and piercing for some time.

In his whispering, the fire wolf suddenly jumped into the air, turning into a sickle-shaped flame, reflecting the dazzling red glow of the moonlight, and slashed down at Chong Hengdao's head.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth, and the Tianfeng Sword stabbed out like lightning, this thorn was a hundred thorns and thousands of thorns, the sword shadows overlapped, and the roaring mountain wind sword roared in bursts, and the fire wolf besieged it left and right.

Chong Heng Dao Chang dodged left and right, but his body movements were quite fast, no less than the agility of the second-turn thief, the dust unfolded leisurely, and a white light flickered on the side, and the appearance of this portal was extremely abrupt, and it stopped in front of the fire wolf that jumped and struck.

Seeing that the red flame of the fire wolf was about to plunge into the portal, the sheet-like red flame suddenly converged, and this harvest was infinitely condensed, and it was scaled to the size of a grain of rice in front of the portal.

There was a loud bang, and a dazzling red light came out of the ground, and the red light swelled up along the feet of Chong Heng Dao Chang, and it slashed like a swift wind. Chong Hengdao was unstable, and the whole person was knocked off the ground by this sharp red light, and fell diagonally to the side.

The spatial portal suddenly disappeared, as if it had suddenly appeared, turning into dust like gold in the air, without a trace.

Before Chong Heng Dao's long body landed, he had been hit more than ten times in a row, and Xiao Fan's sword momentum unfolded, producing a strong pushing force, and he actually nailed Chong Heng Dao Chang in midair! A stable stasis effect was formed, and the damage data couldn't wait to fly in the airspace, and in a moment, Chong Hengdao Chang's blood loss had exceeded 200,000 points.

Once Chong Hengdao's long body was in the air, there was no room to move and dodge, and like a living target, he was hit by the blade without stopping, and was burned by the unprovoked flames.

The non-stop attack, the swing of the weapon has completely turned into instinct, the sword body butterfly turned into a series of phantoms, and the dense fog-like sword shadow shrouded the area more and more huge, as if connecting the heavens and the earth, weaving a silk net that water could not splash.

Xiao Fan's heart is like water, he has both the fanatical passion of vowing to complete the important task entrusted by Ji Qingqing, and the absolute calmness of accumulating lethality, such emotions will forcibly pull him into a manic state according to his past experience, but today, Xiao Fan at this time does not have the slightest manic appearance.

With the rapid attack action, Chong Hengdao had no room to dodge, let alone counterattack, and the long whisker that looked very intimidating suddenly became an ornament.

The whirring wind was accompanied by a sharp sword sound, time was set aside, and the desperate flow of time seemed to freeze into ice at this moment.

Finally, as if the soul eye in a dream suddenly opened, Xiao Fan clearly "saw" the blood volume of Chong Heng Dao Chang: 2970320/3000000!

Chong Heng Dao's blood volume of three million is already coming to an end.

The shadow of the sword faded, and the scene on the top of the mountain appeared for no reason, and a burst of burning light lit up, followed by a crescent-shaped beam of light.

Divine Flame! Slash the Moon!

The thin blade-like scorching flames slipped from Chong Heng Dao Chang's chest, and Chong Heng Dao Chang's entire body fell out, falling to the ground, and soon dissipated invisibly, and with a thud, something fell.

The fire wolf completed the final blow, and when all four feet touched the ground, it had regained its wolf form.

Xiao Fan stepped forward to pick it up, it was a flat appliance in the shape of a waist card, and the identification results were presented.

Demon Spirit Card: Demon Dao Chongheng was expelled by the Temple of the Heavenly Palace, fell into mortal dust, and when his life was about to end, he turned into a number of clones, intending to connect the earth's veins and flames to prolong his life, but he inadvertently opened one of the hubs of the Demon Emperor Palace and received the Demon Spirit Card. Give it to Yama, the fourth general under the command of the Demon Venerable, and you can open a new domain: Hundred Days of Ghost Walking.

Isn't Yama dead?

Xiao Fan felt that his memory was not wrong, according to the introduction of the Yama Wang Zhu that He Fangjing ate, Yama was injured and fled to the War King's Palace after the defeat, but at that time, the War King Orlun was already asleep, and the Sword Soul Array did not distinguish between relatives and relatives, and beat Yama to the point of annihilation, and he had already died in heaven...... No! Hell it!

Just as he was about to cut into the team channel and ask He Fangjing to confirm his memory, Ji Qingqing's voice appeared in the sea of consciousness again: "Brother Pear, I'm going to appear in front of you, don't be afraid." ”

"Why should I be afraid?" Xiao Fan's heart perked up, and he was suddenly filled with strong joy, and this sentence was asked directly from the ordinary channel. I'm a little worried, will this Ji Qingqing's true face be a terrifying kind? Otherwise, why don't you let yourself be afraid?

System: Ji Qingqing initiates a transaction with you, do you accept it?

Xiao Fan hurriedly accepted the transaction, and it was clearly seen in the transaction column that the five Yao Yu suits plus the Demon Slaying Dagger had all become level eighty-five, and at a cursory glance, he could see that the attributes were so strong that they were definitely at the peak of the current equipment level of the Whole Demon Dao.

However, Xiao Fan's mind was not on the equipment, and he even forgot to confirm the transaction.

On the opposite side of the trading bar, the air ripples are distorted, overlapping and outlining a human figure, as if an invisible brush is wielding a brush and ink, the movements are rough and delicate, sloppy and clear, as if slowly adding to the shape of the face, neck, placket, waist and color.

This process is full of the dreaminess of the cartoon world, but in Xiao Fan's feeling, only a few seconds have passed, and the outline of the invisible hand has been completed, and his person is lifelike, with a light yellow cloth shirt, long hair is elegantly tied in a bun behind his head, a smooth forehead, bright eyes, and a clever smile, standing on the cliff.

That's Ji Qingqing!

The floodgates of memory flew back like lightning, and the delicate girl in pale cyan armor, heroic and sassy, was ordered by her father to follow the sword companion to the north, and they rode a tall white war horse, waving to the sword god across the mountains.

Soon arrived at the Demon Emperor Palace, which stretched for thousands of miles, but did not see the Demon Venerable himself, dozens of generals under the command of the Demon Venerable galloped out, and the two sides quickly engaged. Seeing that her fellow disciples around her had fallen to the horse, the girl whimpered, and tears flowed down like pearls of broken threads, but she still clenched her white teeth, stubbornly raised the long sword in her hand to fight with the enemy, and fell down in a moment.

Hundreds of Protoss warriors were wiped out, and their bodies were thrown into the wilderness.

The spiritual power of the samurai's corpses lingered, turning into a mist-like spiritual power enchantment, and the girl's soul jumped out of the enchantment, and the armor had already turned into a thin shirt like mist. She wandered among the mountains, groped in the grass, searched in the snow, her delicate body shivered with cold, but at last she flew into a plum forest with a happy face.

The wisp of mist and soul formed a rosary like a ball, and rolled down under a plum tree.

The spirit bead blinked like Ji Qingqing's eyes, Ji Qingqing blinked his eyes with Xiao Fan's memory, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and his immature voice was more moving than the lark's singing.

"Brother Pear, I'm back."

The ghost made the god worse, Xiao Fan took a few steps forward, spread his arms widely, hugged Ji Qingqing tightly, and tears poured out inexplicably.

He seemed to have entered some kind of immersive life plot, he firmly believed that this was the first love in his life, Xiao Fan couldn't help but say: "I finally found you." ”

Ji Qingqing's body was soft and strangely delicate, and the quiet body fragrance was refreshing, Xiao Fan was soon intoxicated, and he didn't even dare to hug her hard, just hugged her gently, and a dreamlike feeling came to his heart, as if he was holding a very cherished baby in his arms.

"Brother Pear, your equipment ......"

Xiao Fan woke up and replied, "Oh yes! ”

Hurriedly confirmed the transaction, after the item automatically entered the package, he couldn't help but hold Ji Qingqing's delicate cheeks, watched it repeatedly, and the smooth skin touch came from the palm, and he was extremely happy in his heart, but he couldn't help but be a little surprised, how could it be so real?

The delicate and soft voice was sweet but not greasy, just like the peerless delicacy in the hut, Xiao Fan suddenly remembered that the swept cakes were still in the package, and after leaving the hut, he neither tasted them again, nor did he have time to share them with He Fangjing.

"Brother Pear, change into equipment, Qingqing is fortunate not to be dishonored."

(End of chapter)