The fireflies pounced into the cupboard, the moth fell into the lampshade, and the scaly fish caught in the beak.

Ling Xiaohua rained orange, and Suoriro didn't know where to hide.

We are trapped in the siege of the Netherworld. Back to back, comfort each other.

The spear grinded to the ground, making a screeching sound.

"Finesse?" He said casually.

A circle is drawn on the marble lead, the circle is round, and the lines are smooth and full.

He dropped two points in the circle, and I had a bad premonition.

"Old pheasant, do you know how you showed your flaws?" He raised his head, glanced at Meng Jiu, and said with a playful expression.

"You acted so well that even I was almost deceived. It's a pity that you were happy too early, and you lost your son's life,"

He sneered: "My son's birthday is when your mother and son die." Far from being sad, you are still smiling. Do you think that I won't live to move you? ”

The spear was silent, and he cast a grim gaze: "Fang Cai, you want to do something against the 'Netherworld Ghost King' who is holding my son!"

He turned his head and looked at me, "Little ghost, you're very smart. It's a shame to die like that. How about turning to me and sparing your life? ”

"Hmph, life or death, see you under your hands," I raised my eyebrows coldly, turned my body, and blocked Meng Jiu behind me.

Hahaha~

The Nether King bent down and laughed. He put his spear to the ground and laughed uncontrollably.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, and my heart was galloping. I don't know which part of the body to stab him later.

"Get out of the way," he straightened up, unobtrusive.

"No," I took a step forward and put my posture around me into a ten-ten.

There was some itching behind me, and I quickly looked back, and Meng Jiu was pulling my clothes.

She pointed at me, then at my arm. He covered his mouth and stared at me meaningfully.

The grass warbler flies in the February sky, and the heart is connected side by side with the lotus. I glanced at myself, deflated by the prickly pouch.

Losing doesn't lose the fight, but it's a pity that I'm still below her waist.

"Laugh at the fart, the master killed you," I opened my teeth and claws, and flew out with a cold sword.

"Stinky boy, I'll meet you," the Nether Ghost King jumped lightly on his feet, rolled up the dark iron spear and hurried after him.

The spear brushed against his ear, and the red spike came into view. I pinched the sweat from my palms, and half of my hair was cut off.

Strong, strong, he became, stronger than ever.

"You...... You bully the small," I said, pointing to the Nether Ghost King.

The flush crept up the pinna, and the listener suddenly became hot, and I smoothed my complexion. I don't want this kind of thing like a face. Who made me a child now!

"yes, that's good, I'm only going to use one layer of skill. If you can take my move, how about I spare your mother and son? The Nether Ghost King smiled wickedly with a teasing expression.

Phew, shameless old ghost. If it weren't for my possession, this little pheasant demon would have been stabbed to death by him with a single shot.

"Okay, that's a deal," I agreed.

Secretly scolding dozens of times in my heart, I raised my immature little face and stared straight at the ghost king.

"I want to say a few words to my mother, and I'll fight you after I finish speaking,"

Seeing that he was silent, he did not reply. I turned around and walked forward.

Walking to Meng Jiu's side in three or two steps, I took her white and tender hand. I bowed my head and rubbed her, and I said seriously: "Mother, you wait, the child will definitely win him, take his mother home with him."

I was talking nonsense, my body was facing away from His Highness the Ghost, and my eyes blinked slyly.

Putting her little hand on Meng Wine, I quickly gestured in the palm of her hand: I don't know the details, I was caught off guard.

She knew what she was about and taught me to go with peace of mind.

After exchanging information, we quickly separated.

Meng Jiu looked worriedly and followed my steps.

The Nether King stood in place, satisfied with the scene of the separation of mother and son.

I snorted softly and raised my sword to meet it. When you rush to the front, your body will change suddenly. Only scurrying around him.

Seeing me dodging left and right, he sped up. Flip a black iron spear up and down like a volley dance. Thousands of wind blades struck, and the body of the spear was no longer visible.

What a speed! I took a few steps back, trying to hold my shape. The wind came from behind my ears, and I hurriedly raised my sword to block it.

"Boy, it's not bad, it's a good seedling." He smiled on his face, but his attack was even more vicious.

Phew, old ghost. I cursed, turned around, and stabbed him to the bottom left.

He turned the Darkiron Spear and gently lifted it out. He has unloaded more than half of my sword.

What an agile skill. I dodged in a frenzy, narrowly dodging the interlocking deadly guns.

This ghostly old ghost is really too difficult.

I carried the long sword, but I couldn't find a flaw in him.

The sword moves are getting weaker, and the void is out. I couldn't dodge and wiped off a piece of flesh.

Fight, the ghost king's patience has been exhausted, and it will be a defeat to hide any longer. simply attacked head-on and caught him off guard.

With a twist of thought, I stabbed several swords in succession.

The Nether Ghost King snorted coldly and quickly swung his spear, blocking the barrage of attacks in front of him. He ejected the tip of the gun and pointed it straight at my chest.

Too dangerous, too dangerous, this person is too dangerous. I broke out in a cold sweat and felt a chill on my back. The long sword pressed the black iron spear, and his wrist was already numb.

I took advantage of the leap and climbed the spear. Rushed two or three steps, a light touch on his head. Then he turned around, lifted his three-foot sword, and stabbed him under his right armpit.

The old ghost with a nickname was annoyed, his spear was shocked, and he shouted angrily: "Stinky boy, dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head." Today, leave my life behind,"

It's not good, the old ghost is full of power, and the momentum around him has changed.

I struggled to hold the sword, and my wrists were numb and I couldn't exert my strength. Phew, grade suppression. This old ghost doesn't follow the routine, such a shameless trick is even used.

I cursed in my heart, but my face was not obvious, I turned around with my sword and ran. Today's fierce battle is only inevitable.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Meng Jiu blew a copper whistle. Fly up to me and quickly join in. She threw up a whip several feet long and went straight to fight the ghost king.

As soon as the whistle fell, the ghost soldiers came from all directions.

"A group of little minions dare to think of me. The Hades Emperor has such a big appetite, and he is not afraid of breaking his little belly, "The Netherworld Ghost King is no longer chasing."

He snapped his fingers, and several times more ghostly soldiers appeared on the ground.

These ghost soldiers stood there without saying a word. Dressed in well-made armor and carrying a black iron spear.

The black aura was constantly surging, and a layer of ice was formed around it.

The Netherworld Ghost King lowered his head with a proud expression: "Your master wants to beat my idea, and I just happened to catch a turtle in Wengzhong." ”

"Now, I'm going to make you a drink," he said, waving his right hand.

The ghost soldiers immediately surrounded him.

"It's not certain who catches whom," Meng Jiu pulled out a ghost soldier and shouted loudly, "Since ancient times, the back waves of the Yangtze River have pushed the front waves, and the front waves have died on the beach." Today, let us give you a ride,"

"Hmph, it's just going to be as fast as your tongue, and I'm going to make you laugh right away. The soldiers obeyed the order and set up a ten-kill formation," he flicked his sleeves and clapped his hands in the air, and the formation below suddenly changed.

Murderous, murderous, real death-killing spirit.

"Stop the formation, don't let it be," I hurriedly stepped forward, dragging a hole in the square door.

"The mantis arm blocks the car, and it is not self-sufficient,"

I don't know who said it.

"Run, Aji!"

"What?"

I looked back.