Everyone stood on the ice floes, soaked with water, shivering in the autumn night.

Feng Niang had just been scooped up from the water, her face was pale and she couldn't speak of horror.

Wang Lin stretched out his hand, swiped his palm upward, and two sword weapons flew in the mid-air sword box.

The Fish Intestine Sword and the Green Frost Sword first floated upward, and after breaking free from the shackles of the sword box, they flew straight towards Wang Lin.

Without waiting for the sword to fly completely into his hand, Wang Lin strode forward, stood on the tips of his feet on the ice, and stepped on the water, and a phantom of the Nine Palaces appeared.

No one could see Wang Lin's figure clearly, and when the blue light lit up from the top of Banjiao's head, everyone saw that from the ice surface to the middle of the river, there were nine waves on the water surface.

The waves swelled up at the same time like a fountain, casting a straight and gorgeous curtain of water around them.

The upward surge of the water waves did not stop, but like a sharp sword, it rushed faster and faster, heading towards the fish intestine sword that Wang Lin was already holding in his left hand.

Wang Lin jumped to the head of the half-Jiao and leaned into his pale eyes.

The Qingshuang Sword in his right hand, when it stabbed a few feet in front of Banjiao's eyes, suddenly appeared a violent bright light, shaking its eyes white, and it couldn't see anything for a moment.

The fish intestine sword in his left hand, with a slash backwards, will follow the center of the water curtain that flies behind him, drawing an ice mark.

The cold power of the life and death talisman in the palm of his hand was transmitted to the water through the sword body.

This thin line of ice marks was awe-inspiring, and it erupted into a terrifying low temperature. It quickly spreads out in all directions, turning the curtain of water into a large sheet of thin ice.

Stimulated by the strong light, the half-Jiao went crazy in an instant, its body danced and twisted, and the river was stirred more and more violently.

But the cold aura of the Blue Frost Sword erupted and enveloped its body, turning all the water stains on its body into frost.

Half of the body exposed from the water, as if covered with a layer of frost armor, the whole body could not twist, and the body gradually slowed down.

Wang Lin did not hesitate to use the mana in his body, and used three or four percent of the mana to create cold and cold ice qi.

The water curtain crossed by the fish intestine sword had all turned into a wall of ice, standing behind Wang Lin.

With the strength of his feet, he kicked behind the ice wall, and the whole person shot towards the half-jiao.

The ice wall cracked and turned into fragments of ice floe, scattered on the surface of the water.

The drowning crowd hugged the ice floe that had fallen to their side, and emerged from the churning river, gasping for breath.

Liu Shaofeng saw that there was a Taoist who made a move, and listened to his words, this demon of the river eel was quite unreasonable and implicated in the innocent, so he intended to subdue this demon with him, so as not to affect the people and affect the autumn harvest and autumn planting on both sides of the strait.

Seeing that Wang Lin had blinded the half-Jiao for a short time, and had already stabbed out his sword, Liu Shaofeng secretly said "Good opportunity", so he stepped on it with all his strength, picked up his gun, and took the opportunity to stab towards the evil demon.

He trampled on a large part of the deck, and the phoenix boat leaned slightly towards the bow of the ship, and paused slightly.

Wang Lin's sword showed a blue light, and the tip of Liu Shaofeng's spear lit up red.

The two of them stabbed at the left and right, and stabbed at the eyeballs on both sides of the half-Jiao's head at the same time.

Wang Lin compressed out two percent of the mana, and used his sword to unleash an explosive momentum of one punch.

The blue light shook off, breaking through thousands of ice sword qi and piercing into Banjiao's right eye.

The spear in Liu Shaofeng's hand seemed to be slow, but it was actually faster than thunder, shooting out thousands of gun shadows.

Every shadow of the gun is as if the gun is still standing still.

Zhanger's red spear skyrocketed, and the thousands of red spear shadows that were conjured up burned towards Banjiao's left eye.

A stream of air swayed from the place where the sword and the spear clashed, centered on the head of the half-Jiao, and the wind poured out like a huge wave.

Most of the boats on both sides, which had been overturned, rose with the wind and were blown over.

Wang Lin borrowed the subtlety of a punch to open the sword, and the sword he displayed had already seen it before, although he still felt breathtaking, but there was not much surprise.

On the other hand, the gun-wielding General Yunlu, Wang Lin, who was not inferior to the authentic Daomen, made Lao Wu exclaim and sigh secretly: "Isn't this the military body cultivation that has been born in a hundred families and trained in the human dynasty?" ”

The two of them bombarded for less than half a breath, and the half-Jiao shook its body, opened its bloody mouth, and bit forward.

The huge and terrifying mouth completely enveloped the two of them.

The eel demon's jaws were unimaginably strong, and Wang Lin didn't even have time to react, so he was wrapped in its mouth.

The sharp teeth that gradually closed up and down cut off their back path, and they were about to swallow the two of them together, tearing them apart.

Suddenly, Liu Shaofeng's murderous aura and blood surged out, and the red spear in his hand skyrocketed to ten zhang long, and a blood-colored red flame rose from the tip of the spear, which resisted the jaws of this half Jiao.

Wang Lin faced the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, releasing all the remaining mana, and shot out ten sharp sword qis.

Ten sword qi up and down, connected into a straight line, stabbed out from its mouth, like an invisible giant sword penetrating into Banjiao's brain, directly piercing through the fourteen or fifteen zhang out.

Liu Shaofeng stubbornly resisted the eel demon's clenched jaws, and roared violently and propped up his spear.

The sword aura emitted by Wang Lin's hands did not disperse, and his hands were folded around his chest, wanting to cut off all his brains and cut off Banjiao's body.

Half-blind in both eyes, spurting waves of blood to both sides.

The half-wrapped Jiaojiao horn above his head raised a light shield and protected his head to prevent Wang Lin's sword qi from passing through.

The demonic qi in the body gathered in the throat and mouth, and constantly sprayed fishy demonic sewage towards the two of them.

The cultivation of the two of them is only during the period of qi training, and in terms of strength and mana, they are far inferior to this half Jiao.

Before, he just took advantage of the magic weapon and injured it unexpectedly.

Now that there is a stalemate, the two of them can't work together to resist the eel demon in the foundation building period who is about to become a Danhuajiao.

Just when the two of them were running out of mana, strands of suction came out from the acupoints around Wang Lin's body, sucking the blood of the eel demons that had been sprinkled around, turning into a cube-sized life and death talisman on his body, sliding down and smashing into the wound that he stabbed out under his feet.

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"The Years I Was a Living Hades in the Evil City"

Brief introduction:

"Arrive at the worst city in the world, Nightmare City! Oops, isn't that tepid? Look at the evil spirits in the distance, my family. —Anonymous.

Everyone in Nightmare City knows that the wicked have Satan tattooed on their backs, and Satan has Wen Yan tattooed on their backs.

Even hundreds of years after Wen Yan's death, the old men of Weicheng still often warn the children that Wen Yan who can't tattoo Wen Yan with open eyes on his body is too light to bear.

The following author's self-evaluation: Well, the author of this book is of very low quality and the composition is complex, and reading this book may cause adverse reactions such as reducing merit

In short, it's a book, a light-hearted and funny essay!