"So powerful, then aren't we in trouble?" Yang Xiaoding exclaimed, he didn't want to give his life to this kind of ghost place, he had been a virgin for decades, and he hadn't tasted what love was like, it was a pity to die. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What are you afraid of, where have you learned your skills, how can I have such a timid apprentice as you, you have the artifact Water Moon Mirror and Slash in your hand, as soon as you see him approaching, just attack, is it difficult to wait for someone to do it?" Hearing this, the Qingshan Daoist turned his head and glared at Yang Xiaoding, and scolded with hatred that iron is not steel.

No matter how powerful it is, it is two against one, since ancient times, evil is invincible, and he really doesn't believe that the master and apprentice can be planted in the hands of Qingxuan, a crazy demon.

At this time, the white-bearded old man gradually calmed down, no longer twisting his body, thinking that the ghost king's soul had completely melted into his body.

The muscles on the white-bearded old man's body were bulging, and even his clothes were stretched open several times, and countless black lines spread all over his body, covering his whole person with a layer of weirdness and evil.

Yang Xiaoding and Qingshan Daoren stood on both sides, staring nervously at the white-bearded old man to prevent him from suddenly attacking.

The white-bearded old man made a strange sound of "grunt" in his mouth, slowly raised his head, a face crisscrossed with black lines, purple lips, sharp black nails growing on his hands, and his eyes were cold and piercing, murderous, as if in his eyes, Yang Xiaoding and Qingshan Daoren were already dead.

Nima, who is scared with this expression, labor and management have an artifact in their hands, and there is a full-strength killing skill of the small mirror at the critical moment, what are you afraid of him, who wins or loses is not sure, Yang Xiaoding saw that the white-bearded old man's posture was about to attack, so he clenched the slash in his hand, and kept giving himself psychological hints, so that the slightly trembling body could calm down.

After the white-bearded old man's gaze swept over Yang Xiaoding and the Qingshan Daoren, he took the lead in rushing towards the Qingshan Daoren.

After he fused with the Ghost King, his body functions changed dramatically, both the strength of his resistance and the speed of moving his body increased by several notches compared to before, and almost instantly, he rushed in front of the Qingshan Dao people.

At this time, if you were an ordinary person, you would be directly scared stupid, and you don't know how to react, but fortunately, the people of Qingshan Dao were prepared early and paid attention to his every move.

But he didn't expect the white-bearded old man to change so much, his speed increased so fast that he didn't even have time to defend him, so he could only take a step back and turn sideways.

After these two movements, the white-bearded old man's hand with sharp nails crossed his eyes, only a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose, and he could even see the cold light on his nails.

If this is not dodged, it is estimated that if you don't die, you will become half-disabled, and the scalp of the Qingshan Dao people is numb, and they are afraid in their hearts.

Because the speed of the white-bearded old man was too fast, when he reacted to his attack and was dodged by the Qingshan Dao people, he had already rushed out a few steps, he hurriedly stopped, turned around, and continued to pounce on the Qingshan Dao people.

But when he turned around, he just turned his back to Yang Xiaoding, which was his biggest mistake.

Yang Xiaoding, who had been on guard for a long time, could miss this great opportunity, and immediately slashed at his back with a knife.

The power of the slash is extraordinary, even the evil ghost can be cut to ashes, not to mention a mortal body, Rao has the power of the ghost king to defend outside, and the white-bearded old man is still injured.

A long, narrow wound appeared on his back, from his shoulder blades to his waist, and red blood gushed out.

The white-bearded old man, who was originally raising his hand to grab at the chest of the Qingshan Daoist, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he was about to split him in half, and the attacking hand also stopped in mid-air.

Qingshan Daoren, who was about to move his feet to dodge, was also shocked by this scene, because there was an old man with a white beard as an obstacle, so he didn't see Yang Xiaoding's movements, and wondered why the old man with a white beard suddenly stopped, and his body stayed for two seconds.

And after Yang Xiaoding finished slashing, he was also taken aback, the long wound was blurred with flesh and blood, and his scalp was numb when he saw it, and he secretly gave himself psychological comfort, this is a heinous person, and there is nothing wrong with such a heavy hand, otherwise the people who died would be him and his master.

Thinking like this, most of the tension in his heart was dispelled, and he thought that if the white-bearded old man turned back, he would make up for it again and cut him off directly.

Who knew that the white-bearded old man unexpectedly did not look back, and after his hand in mid-air froze for a second, he still did not change his target, and grabbed it towards the chest of the Qingshan Daoist.

Qingshan Daoren obviously didn't expect the white-bearded old man to suddenly attack, and wanted to dodge but he was a little slower, and the sharp nails glowing with cold light slashed across his chest, making five blood marks.

The piercing pain instantly entered the brain, and the Qingshan Daoist bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain, and took advantage of the gap when the white-bearded old man's hand had just reached back, quickly took a few steps back, and raised the quaint small mirror in his hand.

The golden light reappeared in the gloomy space, spreading out in all directions, and a few wisps shone straight at the white-bearded old man.

The white-bearded old man had seen the power of this golden light with his own eyes, how dare he stand still, he immediately turned his body and hid aside, although he escaped the corrosion of the light, but the pain in his back still stimulated his nerves, telling him how serious the injury was.

"Damn, Yang Xiaoding, I will never let you go!" The white-bearded old man's eyes widened, staring at Yang Xiaoding, who was only a few steps away from him, and said, the facial features on his face were hideous and terrifying, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or pain.

"What are you talking about, come directly, I'm afraid of you when Ben Ding, if you dare to come over, believe it or not, I'll skewer you into a sugar gourd in minutes." Yang Xiaoding's confidence rose sharply, and his tone was also mixed with anger because of the master's injury, he just glanced at it roughly, and saw that the blood flowing from the wound on his old Dao's chest had turned black, and at first glance it contained highly poisonous, at this time, the Qingshan Daoist was already weakly paralyzed on the ground, and only the hands holding the mirror still had some strength.

The master is in a bad situation now, if he doesn't hurry up with the white-bearded old man to help him treat him, maybe he won't be able to stand it, Yang Xiaoding thought anxiously, and didn't wait for the white-bearded old man's attack, he directly ran forward a few steps, jumped up, and the knife in his hand slashed mercilessly towards the white-bearded old man's face.

How dare the white-bearded old man, who had suffered a loss once, hurriedly took a few steps back and dodged.