The midday sun was shining down, but at this moment, Mr. Night, who was bound by me with a rope, broke away from his bound body at this moment, and a thick darkness emerged. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the moment he appeared, the whole space became a little cooler, and the light in the sky seemed to become a little darker.

At this moment, like a taut spring, a lot of guys who were already eyeing each other suddenly launched it, some grabbed the breath spirit bottle in mid-air, and some pulled out their sharp blades and launched them towards my side.

The scales of victory, as if in an instant, were like Mr. Night's tipping.

Everything was premeditated.

But I'm sure this wasn't something that had been planned for a long time, because Mr. Night didn't know that I, who was lying on the ground dying with only one breath left, could suddenly burst out and restrain him.

Although he was not able to merge well with Qu Fatsan's body at this moment, he would not be caught all at once.

He was obviously surprised.

And he had no way of knowing in advance that the White Wolf King would actually coax and betray him with us.

But everything that is happening at this moment is so natural.

This shows that most of the people in front of us have an absolutely unified tacit understanding and the thinking of adapting to everything, and these people are all disciples taught by Mr. Qiushui.

Crouching Tiger.

However, just when the situation suddenly became inexplicably critical, the spirit bottle in mid-air was held in someone's hand.

This person is not me, but someone else.

Wen Ming.

My old classmate, a classmate who grew up with a bare butt but hadn't seen him for a long time, a guy who was called an old ghost, even I, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, didn't know how he appeared or where he came from.

The figure of this guy, like a ghost, suddenly appeared, and the spirit bottle was firmly in his hand.

And the next second, he pulled out the long sword in his hand.

I don't need to look at the material of this sword, as soon as I pull it out, I can feel that it is the same as my Zhige sword, which is a real dragon skeleton.

However, the one in his hand is not too carefully crafted, but adds a sense of vicissitudes of history.

Atmospheric, majestic.

Wen Ming's sword, like a sudden lightning, suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then exploded in an instant, forcing several guys who tried to snatch the spirit bottle directly back, one guy seemed to despise my old classmate a little, grabbed a meteoric iron scimitar, and was afraid to fight with him, but he heard a few sounds of "bell, bell, bell", and was directly cut over, and when the whole person flew upside down, there was an arm flying up.

Blood spilled into the dirt, screaming incessantly.

The moment Wen Ming appeared, I turned around and hugged Qu Fatsan's body.

But Xiao Guanyin appeared in mid-air.

At this moment, she is like a fairy who comes from the sky under the light of the sun, her bright but not bewitching face reveals a breathtaking beauty, and the folding fan in her hand suddenly unfolds, ten miles of peach blossoms like a spring breeze, and at the same time, there are her indifferent words, which reflect the sneer of Mr. Night.

She seemed to be answering questions with Mr. Night: "Prosperity and decline, yin and yang, this is the right principle, but if you can guide the yang, why can't others control the time?" ”

As soon as these words fell slightly, Xiao Guanyin stretched out his hand.

At this moment, Mr. Night has completely broken away from Qu Fatsan's body, and also got rid of the shackles of the immortal rope, the power spread rapidly, a black cloud in the sky obscured the sun, the earth became hazy, and the temperature dropped sharply by several degrees, and at the same time, that guy was like an old demon in Montenegro, turning into a large black demon cloud, as if to cover the entire top of his head.

At this time, Xiao Guanyin stretched out his little hand.

Her hands were as crystal as jade, as if they were delicate spring bamboo shoots, and her full cherry lips like a child opened slightly, and she spit out a few words: "Time and space reversal, three o'clock in the afternoon!" ”

What is "noon"?

Generally speaking, it is from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m., when the sun is the most violent, but according to legend, when the yang energy reaches its limit, the yin energy will be generated, and the horse is a yin animal, so it has the name of the afternoon horse.

And what is "three o'clock in the afternoon"?

According to the calendar, the most specific is 11:31:12, when the sun hangs in the middle of the sky, it is the shortest shadow on the ground, the yang energy is the strongest, the yin energy dissipates immediately, and it cannot be kept at all.

This point is completely different from the peak and decline of the noon, once any yin qi is generated, it will be annihilated immediately, and there is no possibility of easing it for a while.

This is common sense and is known to everyone, but Xiao Guanyin's shot made countless people change color.

You must know that although the three o'clock in the afternoon is terrifying, it has already passed, and it is because of this that Mr. Night chose to break away from Qu Fatsan's body and wanted to take me down without worry.

But he didn't know that Xiao Guanyin still had a "time and space reversal".

Although she reversed the time of the day, even so, it was a terrifying means to the extreme, and most of the people who heard this sensed Mr. Night's dangerous situation and subconsciously moved closer to him.

And Mr. Night, who turned into a large cloud of demon clouds and black mist in mid-air, shook suddenly, and couldn't help but say: "Bluff, funny......"

Before he finished his words, the black cloud above his head that was condensed by Mr. Night was suddenly pierced by ten thousand golden lights.

Some of these golden rays came from the sun setting above the sky, and some of them emanated from Xiao Guanyin's body.

Her body, like a sun, was filled with terrifying heat.

Yes......

At this moment, Mr. Night suddenly burst out into a shrill and frightened cry, and I also felt the inexplicable masculinity of the three quarters of the afternoon.

This is a force that can never be compromised, there is no boom and bust, there is no yang and yin.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, half a minute of yin qi must not stay.

Eliminate them all.

Rumble......

The demon clouds and black mist in the sky disappeared countless times in an instant, and in the next second, I saw that it was panicked and fell on a guy dressed in black.

That guy resisted Mr. Night's possession at first, but before he could seal his defense, several people next to him immediately reached out and held him down, preventing him from resisting.

The guy fell to the ground, shaking all over.

Yes......

The screams continued repeatedly, and Wen Ming also rushed to me at this time, stuffed the spirit bottle into my hand, and then turned around and rushed towards Mr. Night who was lying on the ground.

If you want to capture the real murderer behind the scenes, at this time, Fang is the best opportunity.

With one man and one sword, he rushed into the crowd.

The long sword flew over, and the true dragon's qi filled the field in an instant, and under Xiao Guanyin's ten thousand golden lights, it looked so fierce.

Wen Ming is not an ordinary person, I vaguely know that he has a high-level bloodline of the Western blood clan, and his cultivation path is completely different from ours, but even so, he is still the contemporary pillar of the South China Sea lineage.

This is a strong man who is the best of all families, even if the guys in front of him are all hard stubble, but he doesn't have any fear.

Bells, bells, bells, bells......

A series of sounds of gold and iron colliding, Wen Ming was like a flash of lightning, and there was absolutely no half-stop.

Those who fought with him either struggled to resist or fell to the ground.

Wen Ming, who was unstoppable, was finally stopped by someone after picking up three people in a row.

That man was the King of the Green Deer.

He is not just the Qinglu King, but also a guy who looks like me - that guy's body is covered with a human skin that has been ripped off my body, and through special means, he has become like me.

When fighting with this person, Wen Ming subconsciously looked back and glanced at me.

Obviously, that guy has reached the level of being fake, and even his breath is exactly the same, which makes Wen Ming, who is like a rainbow, have to look back and confirm it before he can continue to fight.

And just when Wen Ming was fighting with these people, Xiao Guanyin also shook the peach blossom fan and fell next to me.

Her left hand had a seal in front of me, shining with gold.

Then she whispered: "We are resisting in front, and you help Qu Fatsan to return his soul." ”

Yes?

I was stunned for a moment, and felt that under the ten thousand rays of light, this golden magic seal was filled with a soft life force, enveloping me.

She was afraid of long nights and dreams, so I quickly helped Qu Fatsan to return her soul.

God knows if Mr. Night has planted any hands and feet in this body, if he waits for him to breathe, three o'clock in the afternoon has passed, and with his methods of the ghost king who has accumulated years, he may have made some moths.

There was a heat in my heart, and I also sat Qu Fatsan on the ground at the moment, then grabbed the breathing spirit bottle, shook it slightly, and then opened the cap.

A cyan aura like a thick pulp slowly flowed into Qu Fatsan's nose from the inside.

The body breathed unconsciously, inhaling the cyan breath into its body.

Half-squatting next to me, I could feel that this cyan was mixed with a bit of golden breath, which was Qu Fatsan's soul.

The cyan aura flowed slowly, and someone saw it, shouted loudly, and rushed towards me.

He wanted to stop me.

I had no way to fight him, so I stretched out my hand, and the sword appeared, and I grabbed the sword trick, and suddenly flew out and landed in front of the man.

My understanding of the flying sword is not yet up to the realm of Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao and Lu Zuo, but it is not a problem to stop this person.

It's been a long time, it's like a century.

But it's only a dozen seconds.

The fat man with his eyes closed and as if he was asleep suddenly opened his eyes, blinked his eyes as deep as the starry sky, and then said: "Damn, what's the situation, how do you feel that your body is hollowed out, like being picked up by dozens of big men?" ”