So, there are some things that don't make much sense when they are pierced.

Wang Jiawen, who stabbed her in the back, fully showed her excellent subconscious as a 'beating girl', and both speed and strength have reached a perfect peak. If you have to describe it in one sentence, it is probably the style of that sword.

It's a pity, this is not a martial arts movie, and there is no mysterious old man who suddenly jumped out and said, girl, your qualifications are very good, and the task of saving the Central Plains will be handed over to you. Therefore, Wang Jiawen hit the street.

She smirked and put the peachwood sword into the back of the fool's heart, regardless of the heat in her hand, as long as the sword was solid, this zombie would have to shed its skin if it didn't die. But a hand full of scorched black marks appeared, and grasped the peachwood sword steadily. The peachwood sword sizzled in that hand.

Wang Jiawen raised his head in a daze and looked at the owner of the hand, and happened to see the fool turn around with a terrible smirk. The faint voice of the shadow corpse was already heard in my ears, but it was too late. She only felt that the world was spinning, and by the time she reacted, she had already fallen to the ground. The peachwood sword in his hand had been broken by a fool and thrown to the ground. And his body was trampled on by a fool, and he couldn't move.

"Brother Jie! Don't kill her! The reversal of offense and defense in an instant made Lu Tongtong a little in a trance, but when he saw his best friend being trampled on the ground, the fool looked murderous again, and hurriedly pleaded with the fool.

The fool ignored Lu Tongtong, and slowly reached into the back pocket on the left side of his body with his only remaining left hand. Ignoring the blackened marks on his left hand, he took out the copper gossip mirror that treated the red-clothed ghost in the first scene from it. The copper gossip mirror was still very dutiful and continued to burn the fool's left hand, and the fool shook the copper gossip mirror in his hand and said, "Is it true that I can't see it?" From the very beginning, I inserted the Peachwood Broken Sword into your body, and the Yin Soul in your body can't go back, right?

The yin qi on this stupid girl's body is as dazzling as the sun in my eyes, and the yin soul that I almost pinched is hiding in the body of this stupid girl, right? Blatantly lured me here just to stab me? Looks like you haven't given up on taking my body, have you? But I'm curious, what effect will it have on you if you destroy this ghost? If you don't come back, your ghost will be dead! ”

As he said this, the fool turned his head sideways and glanced at the twin shadow corpses standing behind him out of the corner of his eye, and the smirk on his face was even more sinister than the shadow corpse, which actually made the shadow corpse take a few steps back in fright.

The fool pressed the copper gossip mirror on Wang Jiawen's forehead, and Wang Jiawen suddenly let out a violent scream as if he had been burned, and black smoke faintly came out of his forehead. I saw that the fool pulled up the copper gossip mirror without hesitation, and with the copper gossip mirror up, there was a trace of black breath, and it could be faintly seen that it was a woman's appearance!

When the woman was completely withdrawn, the twin shadow corpses that had reacted had already pounced. The fool had been waiting for a long time, so he casually threw the bronze gossip mirror aside and slapped the shadow corpse with his only remaining left hand. But the shadow corpse was not fanned away as expected, but instead spun in the air and slammed into the fool's injured right leg.

The fool snorted coldly, although his right leg was injured and he could only barely support himself to stand, it did not mean that he would be afraid of his wound being attacked. The reason why he said so much nonsense and pretended to be X, and deliberately led the yin soul in Wang Jiawen to attack him, to put it bluntly, was to wait for the shadow corpse to attack him.

To put it bluntly, because of the previous injury, although the fool did not feel any pain at all, he also lost the ability to move. It is true that the speed of the twin shadow corpses is really not very fast for a fool, but for the other three ordinary people, it is a speed that is difficult to react to. After all, this is the final boss. And the fool didn't think that the shadow corpse would be stupid enough to really let the four of them leave here, not to mention that Wang Jiawen had a ghost hidden in his body, and it was clear that there was something to be done.

Instead of passively waiting for the shadow corpse to attack, it is better to take the initiative to lure the creature out and beat him up and kill him! After all, time is running out for the script.

The left hand of the shadow corpse grabbed the fool's injured right leg, and the right hand took the initiative to insert into the wound and grabbed the fool's leg bone! The fool snorted, and the only remaining left hand slapped the top of the Shadow Corpse's head. But the hand couldn't be patted, and I saw a cold pair of hands grabbing the fool's left hand, but the owner of the hands was Lu Tongtong, who was full of resentment. Obviously, after the yin spirit broke away from the shackles of the copper gossip mirror, it was very decisive to get on Lu Tongtong's body.

At the same time, there was a chill on his right leg, and the shadow of a fox appeared on the body of the shadow corpse, desperately trying to burrow into the fool's body.

The fool only felt cold, and he was controlled for a while, did he want to overturn?

Fortunately, Chang Yiqing, who had been disconnected for a long time, finally woke up from his dizziness and saw Wang Jiawen lying on the ground unconscious, Lu Tongtong exuded yin qi and restrained the fool's only left hand, while the shadow corpse hugged the fool's right leg, and a puff of black smoke on his body was pouring into the fool's body, showing that he wanted to seize the fool's body. He decisively took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, stepped on the steps, chanted words in his mouth, and slapped the yellow talisman on Lu Tongtong's body!

Lu Tongtong let out a miserable scream, and immediately let go of her hands and fell to the ground, and a ghost burst out of her body and hovered in the air twice. But the yin soul was sad to find that the body of the shadow corpse was still inserted in the peach wood broken sword, and he couldn't get in at all. Lu Tongtong has a yellow talisman on his body, and he can't get in. And the only living person who is still standing is Chang Yiqing, who is a Taoist priest, as long as the yin soul wants to find death, he can try to get on his upper body.

In desperation, the yin soul turned into a cloud of black smoke and once again burrowed into Wang Jiawen, who was lying on the ground unconscious. As soon as Wang Jiawen opened his eyes, he looked at Chang Yiqing with a fierce look on his face. Chang Yiqing sighed, and was about to pull out the yellow charm to clean up the demon, and then he was kicked out of the house again sadly. This time, Wang Jiawen closed the door and locked it! With a gloomy face, he looked at the fool who was frozen in place, but this time, no one came to stop him!

The fool also felt very bad at this time, only to feel that the line of sight in his eyes was full of red light, and there were warnings one after another in front of his eyes: the body was invaded by unknown energy and would lose control after 30 seconds...

20 seconds...

15 seconds...

On the other side, Wang Jiawen, who was controlled by the Yin Spirit, picked up the broken peachwood broken sword on the ground, and walked in front of the fool with a resentful expression. Although the fool can see the person in front of him clearly, his body is not controlled at all. Just when the fool sighed slightly, he had already foreseen that he was playing away this time and was going to quit the script early.

Wang Jiawen raised the peach wood broken sword in his hand with a resentful face, and thrust it into the fool's chest fiercely!

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If you accidentally write too much, you can't control yourself, you have to practice, and the plot will end tomorrow