The black-haired ghost king was furious, and he screamed and rushed over, eager to pour out the new and old hatred on Cheng Hongtu, and immediately took the enemy's life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cheng Hongtu saw the black-haired ghost king rushing over, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly faced the battle. He knew that the green mangs of the devil's ten fingers were harder than steel, and the sword was sharper, extremely powerful, and he swung his sword to block while dodging.

"When!When!When......" The cave resounded with amazing beatings and shouts, and the dim Xuanling Cave was like hell, even more terrifying.

Night Without a Trace knew that he was powerless to resist the attack of the black-haired ghost king, and in his crisis, he thought of the black dog blood of the miracle, and really wanted to have a bowl of dog blood spilled over and force the demon away. He secretly lamented that there was not even a single dog hair here, so he could only be delusional.

The spirit turtle's skills are limited, and he is not the opponent of the black-haired ghost king, and he is still fighting hard. It attacks with Night Traceless, hoping to defeat the terrible devil and break out of the way.

It knows that the hope of life is very slim, it is a fantasy in despair, and it is already in great trouble, and it is impossible to escape death.

The black-haired ghost king was furious, and he went crazy to kill two enemies, intending to kill them.

Cheng Hongtu and the spirit turtle cooperated with each other, trying not to give the demon a chance to succeed. They are powerless to fight head-on, so they can only dodge defenses and find opportunities to attack, and they don't pose much threat to the black-haired ghost king.

In a desperate situation, Night Traceless and the Spirit Tortoise are already arrows from the string, and they cannot be recovered, so they can only fight to the end, even if they die in the end. In the face of demons, they are powerless to escape, or fight for a glimmer of hope in the struggle, or die.

In the Xuanling Cave, it was dim and dark, and the sound of killing was repeated, and the sound of "dang! dang! dang......" was endless, which made people tremble. Nervousness, horror, shock, despair...... The dim demon cave is more terrible than hell, and it is about to be splattered with blood and die.

The black-haired ghost king is attacking frantically, eager to kill two enemies at once.

Cheng Hongtu was fighting hard, and the spirit turtle did not flinch, distracting the demon's attention and weakening the attack. However, the devil clearly has the upper hand, and if they continue to fight like this, the two of them will definitely die.

The black-haired ghost king rushed towards the night without a trace, and the green light of his hands flashed, stabbing straight to his chest.

Ye Wuxian didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly dodged to dodge. Who knows, under the heavy blow of the hard green mang, the strength of the tiger's mouth was loosened, and the two treasure knives fell to the ground. He was taken aback, a little panicked.

At this moment, Qingmang's flashing claws stabbed again, and he didn't have time to dodge, his hands were empty, and he was powerless to fight back, and he was about to fall to the ground.

At the moment of death, the black-haired ghost king suddenly heard a strong wind coming from behind, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand to defend and fight back.

When he saw that the spirit turtle used his magic power to pounce and save Ye Wuji's life, he became even more angry, shouting and fighting back. The spirit turtle's skill was not as good as that of the demon, and it was beaten backwards by the demon method and crashed against the cave wall. The black-haired ghost king took the opportunity to pounce and wanted to take the life of the spirit turtle immediately.

The spirit turtle was powerless to resist and had no time to dodge, so it had to reluctantly turn over, hoping that the hard back shell could resist and save his life. "Dang!" The sharp green light pierced into the back shell, and the spirit turtle screamed in pain.

At the same time, the black-haired ghost king noticed that there was a sound of breaking the air behind him, and hurriedly withdrew his hands and turned over to look, and saw that the black and white two knives had been killed in front of him, and immediately dodged and dialed.

He recognized that these were the two treasure swords of Night Traceless, which had been suppressed under the stone by the Red Wind God, but they had returned to the enemy's hands.

The devil snorted, knowing that they were two spiritual objects that were difficult to find in the world, and the Red Wind God did not get them, so he could accept the two treasures for his own use.

When he saw that the Flying Dragon Divine Sword could attack on its own, he immediately remembered something. That night, he grabbed Liu Guangming's son Gouwa, and was running towards the cave, when he suddenly saw that there was no trace of the night in the woods, so he started a fight, and was injured by a sneak attack. Somehow, he thought that someone superior was coming, so he had no choice but to flee.

At this time, he came to his senses that he was not attacked by the masters that night, but these two flying dragon divine knives, which made him have a false alarm. He looked at the flying sword and liked the rare spiritual object even more.

The spirit turtle was injured, it was not serious, the sharp edge had just pierced through the hard shell and injured a little flesh, thanks to the Flying Dragon Divine Knife attacking the demon in time, it saved its life.

The spirit turtle had no time to care about the pain, gritted his teeth, and got up again to fight the black-haired ghost king, and he must not fall until the last moment.

The fierce battle continued, the situation was unspeakable, Cheng Hongtu and the spirit turtle were injured one after another, and they were still fighting hard. They have no illusions about escape, they just want to fight to the end until they die.

Night Without a Trace did not dare to perform the "Flying Dragon Divine Knife Technique", lest it attract the black-haired ghost king to fight back even more terrifyingly, so he could only fight hard and fight hard.

He and the spirit turtle were sweating profusely, tired of dodging and coping, and there was no chance to return the phone.

The black-haired ghost king is frantically slaughtering, vowing to devour the two enemies alive and put them to death.

There are many crises and dangers, Cheng Hongtu and the spirit turtle are extremely nervous, their bodies are tired and slow, and they will be hit hard and fall down at any time.

Anger, despair, pain, helplessness...... Complex emotions are intertwined, stinging two fragile hearts. They are powerless to change, they can only bear it, bear the coming tragic end, and leave the nostalgic world.

In the Xuanling Cave, the tension was suffocating, and the terrifying atmosphere was desperate. Death is coming, no one can reverse it, the end is miserable, and there is no way to return to heaven.

Night Without a Trace is desperate, resigned to his fate, and can only bury his young life here.

The spirit turtle was desperate and resigned to its fate, the tragic result was inevitable, and it had no power to change.

The black-haired ghost king saw hope, his confidence increased greatly, and he seemed to have much more strength, his attacks were more violent, and his momentum was more ferocious.

Suddenly, the spirit turtle shouted, "Night without a trace, spirit rune!"

In despair, Ye Wuxian suddenly woke up, and his expression was shocked, as if he saw hope. Of course, this hope is not reliable, I don't know if the spirit rune is effective in his hands, whether it can burst out with great power, maybe it is a beautiful dream.

He can't give up the dream of possibility, life and death are on the line. He prayed that the talisman would subdue the demons and save him from danger. If the last straw doesn't work, he and the spirit turtle can only accept their fate and end their lives.

Cheng Hongtu escaped the black-haired ghost king's killing, immediately took out the spirit rune from his arms, recited the spell silently, and quickly pasted the spirit rune on the devil's side at the moment when the demon hit the flying dragon divine knife with his claws.

The black-haired ghost king immediately stopped moving, standing there like a puppet.

I didn't expect this little spirit rune to be so miraculous that it could subdue the mad demon.

This is an incredible change, a change in destiny, and a change in the world...... Unbelievable, extremely shocking.