(It's 2016, happy New Year's Day, everyone.) ）

A ghost thief in the north who steals the throne of the city god and has nothing in the world that cannot be stolen?

A mystery in Nie Xiaoqian's mind that had been covered by layers of dense fog suddenly broke through the moon and was solved in the conversation between Ning Wentian and the ghost thief in the north.

More than half a year ago, Qiandeng County was a county, ten miles and eight townships, and thousands of households, no matter where they hid their belongings, they would be stolen, and because the thieves were clever in their modus operandi, like ghosts, no one saw them, so everyone regarded the thieves who stole as ghost thieves.

Even the sea fishing document issued by the yamen, which was wanted for ghost thieves, because he didn't know what the thief looked like, drew it three points like a human and seven points like a ghost.

But I didn't expect that the ghost thief did have its own ghosts, and they were real thieves among ghosts.

Of course, the ghost thief in front of him was dressed in an official uniform, and if he didn't smile evilly, he would have a kind smile on his face, which was not really terrifying.

It's just that for this ghost thief in the north, in Nie Xiaoqian's heart, new hatred and old hatred surged up.

New revenge, plague ghosts poisoning, yaksha night attacks; Old hatred, the silver of the Ping An family was stolen, and the Liang family was sucked away from the yang energy and almost died.

Nowadays, it can be said that new sorrows and old hatreds are one after another.

She pointed with her sword, tempered and softly wrapped around her fingers, and her faith thoughts condensed on the tender white fingers like green onions, and the sword strike was only between her thoughts.

"Blunt knives?"

Ning Wentian glanced around at the seven-headed Flying Yaksha.

The flying yaksha was as stabbed as heavy armor and invulnerable, and the sword he had just taken by surprise and repelled them in the light of light, but it was only repellent, and it did not cause effective damage.

"Catch you, the Flying Yaksha is a seven-headed puppet!"

As soon as his voice fell, his body moved, and before the northern ghost thief waved his hand to order the seven-headed Flying Yaksha to kill, it suddenly flickered, as if it had changed shape. In an instant, he raised his knife and killed in front of the ghost thief in the north.

"Remnant Dust Knife!"

The ghost thief in the north saw Ning Wentian's body move, pulling out a series of afterimages, like flowing clouds, sharp knife intent pressing his cheeks, and the scorching wind blowing on his face, as if he was about to be torn apart by the knife at any time, but when he read out Ning Wentian's knife style, he didn't have the horror he witnessed for the first time, and only retreated lightly, and then withdrew a few feet.

Because that knife can't even hurt the Flying Yakshas. Although the move is powerful, how can he be moved. It's just that he hasn't seen Ning Wentian's identity yet, so he chooses to avoid it temporarily.

As the northern ghost thief retreated, Ning Wentian suddenly missed with a knife, and although the strength of the knife continued to split the ground, it only cut a gully a few inches deep on the ground.

"Miss Nie, be careful!"

However, it was Ning Wentian who was bent on arresting the ghost thieves in the north and forcing the ghost coffin, and the seven-headed Flying Yaksha lost his target after he used the Afterimage Absolute Dust Knife and flashed out of the encirclement. turned to Nie Xiaoqian in the circle.

And Wang Lin, who had always been indifferent, saw that Nie Xiaoqian wanted to protect herself, but finally couldn't continue to be depressed, and raised his head while reminding Nie Xiaoqian. Stand up, slide forward, and take out your palms, facing the three-headed Flying Yaksha who attacked Nie Xiaoqian from behind.

Wang Lin suffered a catastrophe. The will is depressed, but whether it is skill or palm technique, it seems to have been honed to a stronger essence.

It's just a palm, though. But he had the power to envelop the four directions, and encircled the three-headed flying yaksha under his palm power like a majestic mountain.

Of course, it's hard to be alone.

It is difficult to defeat four hands with only one palm, not to mention that the flying yaksha has three heads, far more than four hands.

Therefore, after the palm of his right hand was pushed out, he immediately retracted, and the left hand raised his hand and it was a palm, and the palm force was both rigid and soft.

The three-headed Flying Yaksha who rushed up felt a majestic palm force rushing towards them, first as if they had encountered a wall, their bodies stagnated, and then as if they were stuck in the mud, it became difficult to lift their hands and feet, and the steel forks that pierced out became slower and slower.

When it was pierced in front of Wang Lin, the strength was exhausted.

Wang Lin blocked the attack of the three-headed Flying Yaksha with a few palms, and his eyes detected the other two Flying Yakshas, and he turned around and returned his palms without hesitation.

At this time, the two flying yaksha had already attacked, and he tried his best to protect it, but he had to hit it hard, and when a pair of fleshy palms were pushed out halfway, he suddenly counted his fingers and turned his palms into fingers.

Mighty Finger!

The tips of his left and right hands pointed at Maimang, and collided with the steel fork, making a sound of gold and stone clashing.

The giant force surged from the steel fork, his finger phalanx made a crisp sound, his arms shook violently, and the whole person involuntarily fell backwards.

But a few feet behind him was Nie Xiaoqian, he hurriedly retracted his breath and sank into the field, his upper body just shook, and then his feet clicked, the green bricks were torn apart, and a puff of air and dust threw around, and his feet had sunk into the ground for several inches.

These attacks were staggered in just a few breaths.

The reason why Nie Xiaoqian stood beside Wang Lin was to protect him, an ordinary martial artist, from the damage of a monster like the Flying Yaksha, but he didn't expect Wang Lin to suddenly erupt, but he took the first step to help him block the five-headed Flying Yaksha.

Seeing that his feet were like nails firmly nailed to the ground, he was reluctant to take a step back even though he was injured, condensed his thoughts of faith, and turned his thoughts into a sword, Nie Xiaoqian, who had no time to kill the two flying yaksha in front of him.

"A Flashing Moon Scythe!"

The Mind Sword drew an arc in the air, like a scythe hook.

The moon sickle god appeared behind the two flying yaksha unconsciously, silently flashing and disappearing.

The fleshy wings of the two flying yaksha were like silk threads and blood marks from nothing, and suddenly popped, and the red and dazzling blood mist splattered out.

The two Flying Yaksha felt a sharp pain coming from their backs, and then fell through the air.

With a sword and two wings, he cut off the two flying yakshas, and Nie Xiaoqian immediately returned to the sword.

"A flash of rain weaving!"

The moon sickle shattered, shattered like rain, and swept towards the five-headed Flying Yaksha that attacked Wang Lin.

Wang Lin, whose feet sank into the ground due to unloading and fractured phalanges, was about to fight to the death in the face of the impenetrable combined attack of the five-headed Flying Yaksha, but he felt that something was blowing past him, causing a burst of coldness, and then he saw that the five Flying Yaksha's bodies burst into blood one by one.

The flesh wings were pierced, the scales were broken, the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and in the roar of pain, the Yaksha fell to the ground.

When Wang Lin, who was on guard, was stunned, his skirt was hunting, and there was a flower in front of him, and there was already a graceful back.

But seeing her holding the sword trick in her hand and waving it in the void, it seemed that she was making a move, Wang Lin still didn't understand what was going on in front of her.

"Tiangang Sword Momentum?"

Here, Nie Xiaoqian gathered his thoughts for the sword and seriously injured the seven-headed Flying Yaksha.

At that end, in the face of Ning Wentian's fierce sword technique, the ghost thief in the north was calm.

Ning Wentian couldn't attack it for a long time, and the greedy and treacherous ghost thief in the north seemed to be joking, wanting to take away the coffin of the copper essence, but Ning Wentian suddenly pressed on the coffin of the copper essence, and the thirty-six swords inserted in the coffin of the copper spirit shot out upside down, and the ghost thieves around the north were inserted on the ground, buzzing, like a dragon's groan.

The ghost thief in the north seemed to have seen something terrifying, and exclaimed in great horror. (To be continued.) )