"Hurry up, get ...... Go~" Xigong Hanging Shadow fell into the arms of Gong Wuhou, struggling to make Gong Wuhou and the others retreat, so that his palace was behind, and the sudden variables made the situation of winning change abruptly.

Uhhhhhh

Xigong Hanging Shadow opened his mouth and wanted to continue to control the troll god, but he didn't expect that the sound of the sound was over, so he snorted and spat blood, his face was as white as paper.

"Let's go!" Gong Wuhou looked at the figure that came out of the three-point spring, and then swept towards the Tibetan sword man, and immediately decided to retreat.

Gong Wuhou and Liang Shougong were about to flee away with the seriously injured Xigong Hanging Shadow, and the sword collector snorted coldly when he saw this, and then the sword pointed to the sky, and the sword qi pierced the sky, instantly slashing towards the three of them.

"Be careful!" The sword qi attacked, and Gong Wuhou felt the majestic sword pressure behind her, and the figure of Zhu Hongjian turned into a Danhong butterfly.

The sound exploded, and the corners of Gong Wuhou's mouth overflowed with blood, but then the power of the sword move retreated and disappeared in a blink of an eye, but Gong Wuhou's cold voice came back.

"Your Excellency's sword, Gong Wuhou has written it down, and I will return it another day. ”

The sword collector took the sword momentum, sneered when he heard the words, and didn't care whether the palace queen could hear it or not, and said loudly: "Your sword is mine, and I also told your master that eunuch, and I also ordered his sword." ”

After saying that, he turned to look at the figure who was fighting with the troll god, and it was she who suddenly broke the balance.

"Who is this person?" The sword collector saw that the figure was just chanting the spell of the alien voice, and there were strange words to form an attack, and each green alien script had the power of ten thousand jun, making the troll god roar, but there was no way to take that person.

"She is a demon clan, and her name is Ghost Desolation Hell Change. ”

The enemy retreated, and the troll god also had someone to stop him, and the Shulou Longsu, who had his hands free, began to recover the true yuan, and after hearing that the sword collector was questioning, he came to his side and explained it to the sword collector.

"Demon Clan?" When the Tibetan Sword Man heard this, he looked at it carefully, and only then did he realize that this Ghost Desolate Hell Transformation was different from ordinary people.

Under a black robe, the skin is black, dark and shiny, the face is blue, there are more dark silver traces, a messy yellow hair, there are two long horns like yaks on the head, the green pupils are flashing with a strange green glow, and the hands that wave are also like beasts, they are black claws, which look like fierce killing.

And just as the Hidden Sword Man was observing the changes in the Ghost Desolation Hell, the troll gods who were fighting with them began to erupt with ferocity.

This troll god is slightly different from what the sword collector has seen before, this troll god is much larger than the first one in terms of size, two huge wings cover the sky and the sun, and the slightest incitement can cause three points of spring outside the chaos of stones, the beast mouth of the hideous tiger is also a thunderbolt, and there are even more wind and clouds entangled, and a pair of giant claws scratch through the void.

But even with such a vicious beast, the ghost words spell that became in the ghost desolate hell is still a battle of trapped beasts, and the ghost words attack around the hideous beast head of the troll god, this ghost word not only has the power to attack, but also can defend, no matter how the troll god attacks, it can't hurt the ghost desolate hell below.

"Since you are driven by someone with a heart, then stay here!" Seeing this, the Hidden Sword Man was determined to kill the Troll God.

Hand on the Tibetan Feng sword box, the mind moved, the sword of the sword of the immortal sword out of the dragon flew up, the body of the Tibetan sword moved with the sword, teleported in the middle of the air, holding the sword with both hands, the vast vitality like the sea was infused into the body of the sword of the immortal, the sword was extended, and the giant sword of Baizhang was slashed down.

"Don't!" but the hell below saw this, and stopped with a startled voice.

The sword man didn't know why, the sword momentum fell majestically, and the sword that opened the world slashed towards the troll god, who knew that the ghost words around the troll god felt the sword pressure in vain, and actually began to resist the sword momentum.

The giant sword was blocked and detonated the ghost words, and the besieged troll god howled miserably, but seized the opportunity to spread his wings and break away from the encirclement, the wind whirled and thundered, and the troll god fled and flew away without stopping.

"Where to go!"

Seeing that he had done something wrong with good intentions, the sword collector was furious, and he wanted to leave the troll god with a loud shout, but unexpectedly, the sword collector's body was shocked, and his heart palpitations surged, and the sword collector had to fall down, covering his chest with his hands and gasping for breath.

"Could it be that Sister Ji has an accident again?" The Tibetan Sword Man didn't know why such a situation occurred, Shulou Longsu and others came up to investigate, and thought that the Tibetan Sword Man was injured.

Seeing that the Tibetan Sword Man recovered quickly, Shulou Longsu opened his mouth and thanked: "Thank you two for helping, otherwise this time it will be a big trouble." ”

"Alas~" The Tibetan Sword Man was still guessing the question of his body and did not answer, but the Ghost Desolate Hell changed but sighed, seeing Shulou Longsu looking at him suspiciously, the Ghost Desolate Hell became sad and said: "Since I promised the Ice King's last wish, I will definitely eradicate the smoke capital, and I don't deserve Your Excellency's gratitude, the Ghost Desolate Hell Change still has important matters, so I will leave first." ”

"Ice King~" Shulou Longsu is a Confucian congenital, how can he not hear the news that the Ice King Xuanming is dead, he screamed sadly, his body has already rushed to the third point of spring, and Mu Xianfeng naturally quickly followed behind Shulou Longsu.

Seeing this, the ghost desolate hell bowed to the sword collector as a farewell, and then turned to leave, and it was only then that the sword collector came back to his senses, but there was no trace of anyone in front of him.

At this moment, a strange wind suddenly blew, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and several green and shining points of light floated in, and under the gaze of the Tibetan Sword Man, it turned into a small green straw man in the blink of an eye, and the flowers on the little straw man's head swayed left and right, and after jumping on the shoulder of the Tibetan Sword Man, the flowers opened and closed as if they were telling something to the Tibetan Sword Man.

"Huh, Bu Xiangchen summoned me to the Spring Festival Dream Building. The Tibetan Sword Man frowned, and the Hua Ling Naibu Xiangchen's magical power just now sent a message to him, and it turned out to be that the Tibetan Sword Man wanted to return to the Spring Festival Dream Tower.

At the beginning, in order to find Ji Flawless's promise to follow Bu Xiangchen for a year, the Tibetan Sword Man didn't want to lose his trust, so he entered the three-point spring to say goodbye to Shulou Longsu.

And Shulou Longsu was in poor spirits because of the death of the Ice King, and the two did not communicate much, so the Tibetan Sword Man directly said goodbye and left.

On the way, the sword man thought a lot, he suspected that Bu Xiangchen had done something to him, it was possible to monitor him, and he planned to inquire about it when the time came.

Bu Xiangchen knew that the sword collector didn't know the way, and the flower spirit that transmitted the message had already turned into a little green zero consciousness to lead the way in front, and the sword collector only needed to follow behind this spiritual sense.

After a long time, the Tibetan Sword Man finally returned to the Spring Festival Dream Building, but he didn't expect that there were two people in the Spring Festival Dream Building in addition to Bu Xiangchen.

When the sword collector saw one of them, he immediately burst into anger, just because this person turned out to be the white-haired Buddha who had seriously injured Ji Wufeng that he saw in his mind, and he learned the name of this person from the mouth of the sword.

"A page of the book!"