On both sides was a ditch full of black water, and along the stone wall passage, the two of them didn't know how long they walked, and suddenly a big black thing came out.

"Corpse cricket!" Nightshade recognized the thing at a glance. Before he finished speaking, several corpse grubs sprang out and blocked in front of them.

It seems that these corpse crickets are particularly fond of group action, and Nightshade's hand holding the magic sword can't help but tighten. Compared with the nervousness of the nightshade, Fan Zijun seemed calm, with a hint of seriousness on his face.

"Be careful, they're extremely fast. Nightshade reminded loudly, "I've encountered it before. ”

Fan Zijun nodded, corpse crickets are not fuel-efficient lamps, the most terrifying thing is their agility and cunning. Without thinking about it anymore, he calmly took out a purple gold folding fan from his waist, his eyes sharp.

Nightshade silently counted, there are a total of eight corpse clams, although there are fewer than the last time, but the momentum is more vigorous, this time there is no Qinya, so I have to rely on myself.

The corpse clamshell at the front suddenly kicked the ground, jumped up, and rushed towards the two of them. Immediately afterwards, the last two also jumped up, and some of the remaining corpse crickets rushed directly over, and some quietly slipped into the waterways on both sides.

They're going to be flanked back and forth!

Nightshade was shocked, didn't care about the corpse cricket in front of him, directly held his sword, and slashed at the corpse cricket in the nearest waterway, although in the water, the speed of the corpse clay did not slow down, and the nightshade only cut off its tail.

Fortunately, Fan Zijun is extraordinary, blocking the corpse cricket in front of him for Long Kui. I saw that as soon as he opened the folding fan, the folding fan disintegrated instantly, turning into a piece of slender and sharp blades, flying directly towards the corpse cricket, due to the close distance, the corpse clams could not avoid it even if they were fast.

And those thin blades passed through the corpse cricket's body, turned in a circle, and returned to Fan Zijun's hands.

"I'll leave the front one to you. Fan Zijun said in a deep voice. Nightshade nodded: "There is labor." His gaze fell on the two corpse crickets that had successfully scurried to the other side.

The corpse cricket in front of him suffered and retreated again and again, constantly letting out a low roar. The two corpse crickets on the other side also roared when they heard the sound, as if they had received some signal, and they attacked the nightshade together.

Long Kui swung the magic sword hard, and the powerful sword qi instantly ejected the corpse claw for dozens of steps, and the broken tail corpse claw was lying in the waterway, panting, and the other end hit the wall, making a "bang" sound.

The move just now consumed a lot of strength, and the nightshade was already weak in his hands and feet at this time, and his head was full of sweat.

The corpse clamshell that hit the wall still had the physical strength, and shook its head, already relieved. It stared at its bloodshot eyes and its fierce gaze as it pounced on the nightshade again.

Nightshade stabbed with all his might, the corpse cricket turned sideways sensitively and dodged, Nightshade was using all his strength, but he didn't expect to pounce in the air, and the whole person pounced forward.

A shadow flashed out of the corner of his eye, it was the corpse cricket! Nightshade was startled, turned around with difficulty, and at the same time stabbed with a sword swing in his right hand, and there was a stinging sensation on his left hand, and a warm current flowed out.

Nightshade didn't have time to take a closer look, and was brought to the ground by the corpse cricket, and with a "plop" sound, he suddenly gasped in pain.

She struggled to get up, but her body was pressed by something, and a clear rough gasp sounded in her ears.

She turned her head in a panic to see that it was a corpse head that was very close, and she was so frightened that she moved straight to the other side.

It turned out that there was a corpse clump lying beside her, looking like that, dying, as if she was about to die. Nightshade looked down her right hand, and the magic sword in her hand was now inserted into the side of the corpse cricket's body, and its big tail was on Nightshade's leg, leaving a large black stain on its dress.

This corpse is dead! Nightshade breathed a sigh of relief, now exhausted. Her left hand hurt hotly, and when she raised her hand, she saw that her left hand was full of bright red blood, and three bloody wounds were clearly visible, thinking that she had been injured by the corpse grub.

She couldn't help frowning, and was about to get up and bandage it, when there was movement in the waterway again.

Nightshade looked at it, and his heart hung in his throat again. The severed-tailed corpse was crawling to the ground, eyeing her.

Nightshade wanted to pull out the magic sword, but the sword was inserted too deeply, and her left hand was injured again, she couldn't pull it out, and she was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.

Fan Zijun had already seen that Long Kui was in trouble, and he had no choice but to be haunted by these corpses, so he had to be in a hurry.

In desperation, he couldn't care about himself, and shot the fan at the severed-tailed corpse cricket, but it dodged it.

No, Fan Zijun is already lacking in skills, coupled with his lack of physical strength, his actions are also a little messy.

Although there were only three corpse crickets left on his side, they still forced him to retreat, and the distance between him and Nightshade became farther and farther away. These corpse clams are really cunning, Fan Zi couldn't help frowning secretly, if he hadn't been betrayed by his cronies, how could he be so struggling! Originally, he specially brought a talisman to subdue the corpse clams, but he didn't expect to be dropped by the traitor, and now dealing with these corpse crickets is really a headache for him, and I don't know how long that girl can last?

Fan Zijun had no choice but to get rid of the three corpse crickets as soon as possible and rush to help the nightshade.

But the distant water couldn't save the near fire, and the severed-tailed corpse cricket had already pounced on the nightshade.

A huge sense of oppression hit, and Nightshade's eyes suddenly widened, and her black pupils gradually turned bright red, and her clothes also turned red.

Seeing that the severed-tailed corpse blade was gradually approaching, the red-clothed nightshade let go of the magic sword, and with a wave of his right hand, accompanied by a red light, knocked the severe-tailed corpse blade back.

The red-clothed nightshade flicked off the tail of the corpse grub, stood up, dressed in red like fire, and said coldly: "Look for death." The voice was loud and indifferent, with arrogance and domineering.

This voice attracted Fan Zijun's attention, and he followed the prestige, his face was full of surprise, how could this girl seem to be a different person! If it weren't for the fact that her appearance hadn't changed, he would never have believed that they were the same person.

"Little girl, what's wrong with you?" Fan Zijun couldn't help but ask, in just a moment's effort, the weak little girl turned into a cold and glamorous female Shura who was full of fiery red.

The red-clothed nightshade glanced at Fan Zijun, no longer spoke, and raised her left hand, revealing a wound covered with blood, she didn't frown, and a fiery red curved bow appeared out of thin air.

The severed-tailed corpse cricket roared a few times and attacked the nightshade again. Nightshade was not in a hurry, holding the bow with his left hand and pulling the string with his right hand, a blood-red arrow suddenly appeared.

At the rushing severe-tailed corpse cricket, the red-clothed nightshade shot an arrow, hitting the corpse cricket in the chest, the corpse clamshell roared again and again, trembled on all fours, lying on the ground, motionless.

Long Kui looked indifferent, went straight to Fan Zijun's side, opened his bow and shot a few arrows in succession, fast and accurate, and the three corpse crickets fell to the ground in response.

Fan Zijun came back to his senses for a long time, took back the fan, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your help." ”

Nightshade ignored him, looked around, and saw that there was no threat, so he withdrew his bow and never looked at him again.

At this time, the two were close, Fan Zijun could hear the calm and even breathing of the nightshade, her body was slender, but straight, a pair of red eyes stared calmly ahead, and the bright red lips did not have a trace of curvature, with the feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Covered with embarrassment, she didn't pay attention to it, but she couldn't hide her strong nobility and cold arrogance, and it inexplicably gave birth to a sense of awe.