The edges of the Oni Realm are windy, and the streets are deserted, giving the impression that something terrible lurks around the corner.

The air in one spot on the street suddenly twisted slightly, revealing the shape of a tiger's head, but it quickly disappeared again.

"The front is the edge of the ghost domain, it is estimated that Wang Shuang and his father are still guarding outside, you must be careful! Don't show your feet! ”

Wang Yao walked in the front, holding up a black light yarn with both hands, and turned his head to Xiaohu.

Xiaohu followed Wang Yao closely, lying on Wang Yao's shoulders with both paws, and holding up a small bag of black yarn with his head.

"Did you hear Brother Yao's words? Eh, don't hug me so tightly, men don't understand if they don't understand! ”

Yu Zhehao, who walked at the back, was stunned for a moment, and didn't know where to hold for a while, and one accidentally appeared out of the black veil, and the street was twisted, and suddenly appeared out of Zhehao's figure.

"What's the matter, you stand in the middle, I'll stand in the back."

A black tiger claw appeared out of thin air, Yu Zhehao twisted it, and disappeared again.

In front of him was a dividing line like ripples, Wang Yao stood here, helplessly looking at this person and a tiger: "You guys can do a good job, out of here, no one knows what is like outside, even if Jiang Xiye's night clothes can make us invisible, but if we accidentally expose it and be discovered, we will all die!" ”

Xiaohu's face was full of indifference, but his hair was a little fried.

Yu Zhehao's face turned pale and nodded slightly.

"Okay, three, two, one, go!"

Wang Yao touched the boundary, the ripples rippled slightly, and almost instantly, the scenery in front of him was very different.

Seeing Nancheng in ruins, Yu Zhehao opened his mouth and was about to scream, but Xiaohu covered his mouth.

As far as the eye can see, there is a ruin, not to mention the falling flower building, even the Zhizhou Mansion has turned into a ruin.

Looking at the sky, Wang Haotian and Zhu Wenle confronted each other from afar.

Wang Yao said in a low voice: "I didn't expect the battle outside to be more tragic than inside!" ”

Xiaohu nodded slightly.

Seeing that Yu Zhehao's mentality was unstable, Wang Yao hurriedly comforted: "Yu Zhehao, your father is a Zhizhou, surrounded by masters, he shouldn't die, don't worry." ”

"On the contrary, if we can't evacuate in time, then it will be a big problem."

Yu Zhehao also seemed to come back to his senses, looked at Wang Yao, and nodded thoughtfully.

Air.

Wang Haotian volleyed the sword, surrounded by evil qi on his body, and the two white tigers, one on the left and one on the right, stared at Zhu Wenle, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

Although Zhu Wenle's name is elegant, he was born with a strong man's figure, a broad-bladed heavy sword behind his back, a large treasure gourd holding him up, and looking at Wang Haotian without fear.

"Humph! Little Kaiyang Realm, dare to go against me! Give me death! ”

Wang Haotian threw a punch, and this punch sank vigorously, bringing a thousand waves of turmoil.

The spirit sword beside Zhu Wenle flashed, and half of the figure had already appeared at the other end—it was the Wufu Sword Formation.

"Humph! Look for death! ”

Wang Haotian's other hand was in the shape of a claw, and the monstrous aura surged out, pinching Zhu Wenle from afar.

Zhu Wenle only felt that his body was heavy and abnormal, as if a majestic mountain was pressing on his body, and the spirit sword that was close at hand was stunned.

Seeing a punch coming, the gourd under his feet shook suddenly, and the gourd's mouth was facing the punch, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

The power of the punch plummeted, and the speed was as slow as a snail crawling.

Wang Yao sniffled: "This is, the smell of wine?" ”

This wine is inevitably too fragrant, as if it is about to hook the soul, if it weren't for Wang Yao's strong sense, maybe he would be hooked by this fragrance.

There was a sudden sinking behind him, Yu Zhehao's face flushed, and he lay on Wang Yao's body softly, burping, and a smell of wine came to his face.

"This is drunk?"

Wang Yao was shocked.

"Xiaohu, help me pick up Yu Zhehao!"

In the clearing in the ruins, a pink tongue suddenly appeared, with barbs on it, and the liquid dripping to the ground from wine or saliva.

Before Wang Yao finished speaking, he felt that his body was sinking again, and Xiaohu was lying on Zhehao, his tongue crooked to the side, obviously not lightly drunk.

That's not going to work!

Wang Yao held the black veil in one hand and leaned back with the other.

A hand suddenly appeared next to the tongue hanging in the air, holding it, and then the air twisted, and the hand and tongue were gone.

But it didn't take long for the air to writhe again, and a fluffy black tail appeared on the ground.

A white tiger beside Wang Haotian inadvertently glanced at it and said to the other white tiger: "Do you see if there is a tail there?" ”

Another white tiger glanced at the huge clearing and saw nothing but ruins, and said angrily: "Enemy is the head, don't joke!" ”

The white tiger turned back, but there was nothing.

"No, I saw some ......"

"Ahem!"

Wang Haotian cleared his throat fiercely, and the two white tigers suddenly didn't dare to chat, staring at Zhu Wenle intently.

"What about slowing me down? Can you run away? ”

Wang Haotian's left hand squeezed more and more fiercely, fixing Zhu Wenle to death, although the punch was slow, it still rushed towards Zhu Wenle unswervingly.

Wang Yao raised his head and lifted the tiger's eyes, although the speed of Wang Haotian's punch decreased sharply, but it still blasted towards Zhu Wenle in the end, and even the flowing air was smashed into pieces.

It was precisely because of its slowness that Wang Yao could clearly see the trajectory and power of this punch, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat - this punch was even more fierce and fierce than the punch he once received with the help of a sedan chair!

Zhu Wenle held the handle of the heavy sword behind him and pulled it out, and as soon as he held it, the sword seemed to come to life, gradually emitting a brown light from the handle to the blade.

"This sword is too wide, isn't it?"

Wang Yao estimated that this sword had to be half a zhang wide, even if it was a big man like Zhu Wenle, he had to wield it with two hands.

I saw Zhu Wenle holding a sword in both hands, and slammed it from the bottom left to the top right! The light of the heavy sword is like a thorn, reflecting the countless fine droplets of wine in the air extremely brightly - the heavy sword has no edge!

Xiaohu opened his eyes just in time to see this scene, and a smile appeared on his drunken face: "Wine!" Wine! ”

There was another twist in the air, and two tiger claws appeared out of thin air, waving wildly.

Boom!

The tiger's claws stiffened suddenly, slumped down softly, and then twisted and disappeared.

Rumble!

A punch and a sword slammed together, and the ground cracked along the impact with a crack that was a foot wide, and cracked not far from Wang Yaoqian, bottomless.

"Ahh Help me! ”

Many of the townspeople hiding in the ruins did not have time to dodge, and they all fell into it, letting out a long and miserable howl.

Yu Zhehao was timid, hearing this heart-rending cry, his drunken expression changed suddenly, and the strength of the wine turned into cold sweat, looking at the crack in front of him several feet wide, his face turned pale with fright.

Wang Yao looked straight at the battle in the sky, the sword was obviously not as powerful as the fist, and after a little resistance, it turned into a loud bang, and finally turned into a little starlight and disappeared.

Hearing this sound, Xiaohu woke up suddenly, already drunk and delirious, mixed with the anger of getting up, and burst out together, and a loud roar shook the heavens and the earth: "Who the hell is making me sleep!" ”