Astound! Aghast!

The head is gone, why does the body still move?

Ghost?

Corpse?!

Jiang Wuji's mental ability was already very strong, but when he saw such a strange scene, his mind still fell into a brief blank.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

At the last moment, Ye Qinghan stood in front of Jiang Wuji.

The sharp spearhead first pierced through her shoulder, and then stabbed into Jiang Wuji's chest.

"This is the evil art of the Red Lotus Sect, hurry up!"

In the midst of the screams, Ye Qinghan raised his sword and slashed hard, and actually cut off the spear alive!

She leaned forward, and the spearhead was pulled out of Jiang Wuji's body.

The soft sword in his hand was like a snake and a dragon, and he strangled towards the headless corpse.

"Let's go!"

"This evil thing can't be killed!"

"Let's go!!"

Ye Qinghan's sword slashed at the opponent's body, although it could cut through the flesh and hurt the muscles and bones, but the headless corpse would not react in any way.

On the contrary, the headless corpse becomes more and more ferocious, regardless of its own attack method, resulting in deadly moves.

Even if Ye Qinghan completely exploded the power of perceiving the Great Perfection, he was still forced to retreat.

What the hell is this......

Why do I feel sick and angry when I see this thing, and I want to break it to pieces?

At this moment, there was a sudden throbbing.

Jiang Wujian could feel that the ink sword in his hand seemed to have life, and it was beating faintly.

"It's not me, it's it...... It's a sword! ”

On the ink-colored sword, faint runes lit up.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, the horse's hooves flew.

"Mr. Two." The coachman couldn't help but make a noise.

In the distance, the continuous city wall is like a giant dragon hibernating, and inside it sits the largest city in the world, Dali Kyoto.

"Mr. Two!" The coachman called again.

In the car, Zheng Qiuheng's voice was a little confused as if he had just woken up.

"I heard it, I heard it, is it your student or the old man's student?"

"Of course I'm a student of Sir, I'm just a coachman."

Pull back the rough curtains.

The old gentleman looked up at the sky.

The sky dome of the capital is half gray and half clear.

"The Haoran sword has not been unsheathed for a hundred years, and I can't imagine that it has been unsheathed twice in just a few days, do you say that this Haoran sword can still be the Haoran sword of the year?"

"Mr. Two, don't talk nonsense......"

"Hey! Hugh is rude! ”

“……”

"That's it."

The curtain fell.

"A gentleman stands between heaven and earth, and he should raise the majesty of heaven and earth."

"Now I am holding the Haoran Sword, why don't you dare to cut the world!"

The faint sound crossed the mountains and rivers, drifted across the rivers and seas, and reached the ears of the young man by the lakeside.

The autumn wind is drizzling, and the fog locks the smoke fans.

Suddenly, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

Rise up, the sword roars!

"Slash the wind!"

Haoran sword gang, angrily slashed.

The rain fell into the lake, stirring up countless rainflowers.

Under the sweep of Jian Gang, the headless corpse froze, and a black gas that was difficult to catch with the naked eye floated out from the slash on the neck and annihilated in Jian Gang.

"Poof!"

The headless corpse fell to the ground.

The corpse spots grew wildly, and the putrid stench spread.

It looks like he's been dead for days.

The jade-like sword faded and turned back into an inconspicuous ink sword.

Jiang Wu flew forward and held Ye Qinghan, who was about to fall.

"You ......"

"I'm fine." Ye Qinghan shook his head, his thin lips red with blood.

Jiang Wujian didn't say anything more, picked up his bloodstained delicate body, and walked towards the pavilion.

"The medicinal effect of Juqisan is still there, I will help you heal."

"Good ......"

In contrast, the wound on Jiang Wuji's chest was not deep, but Ye Qinghan was a bloody hole.

"Hmm!"

With a whining sound, Jiang Wujian pulled out a sticky spearhead.

"You pay attention to the corpses outside, so that someone who fakes his death takes advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack."

"Okay." Ye Qinghan nodded obediently, and a pair of beautiful eyes swept back and forth over those corpses.

Jiang Wujian calmed down.

While restoring Qi Yuan, he crossed Qi Yuan to Ye Qinghan.

After a while, the bleeding stops temporarily, but it is not so simple to recover.

The rain is still falling, and the wind is still blowing.

But the two of them can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"That sword gang just now is ......"

Ye Qinghan, who was helping Jiang Wujian bandage his wounds, said softly.

"Haoran Sword's swordsmanship, slashing the wind."

"Haoran swordsmanship? When did you learn it, it's amazing. ”

"The ...... I just learned"

"Huh?"

Jiang Wujian couldn't say clearly.

At that moment, he seemed to have a subtle connection with the Haoran Sword.

Then I heard the old gentleman's voice.

A gentleman stands between heaven and earth, and should raise the majesty of heaven and earth.

Now I am holding a Haoran sword, why don't you dare to cut the world.

A poem written by an old gentleman?

That's too untidy, what a mess......

It should be Haoran Sword's mental method.

In short, when these two sentences appeared, the swordsmanship poured into his mind and he comprehended it independently.

So, the sword came out and cut the wind.

"What the hell is that?"

Retracting his thoughts, Jiang Wujian couldn't wait to know what he and Ye Qinghan had teamed up to kill.

"It should be the living corpse of the Red Lotus Cultivator."

"Living corpses?"

With a light tap, Ye Qinghan said slowly: "The Red Lotus Sect is called a cult, and the people in the sect are called demons, and they are treacherous and bent on shaking the fortunes of my country. ”

"When I was in Fengtiansi, I read some dossiers about the Red Lotus Sect."

"About three years ago, Fengtiansi chased and killed demons to a remote village."

"There are 300 people in the village, and they are no different from ordinary people on the surface, but when the demon is arrested, he goes out of the village."

"The villagers have changed and turned into living corpses."

"The living corpse is not afraid of the sword, nor is it afraid of beheading and severed limbs, and it will be destroyed by fire."

"Post-mortem investigation."

"This village is a corpse village cultivated by the Red Lotus Sect, they raise corpse insects in the human body, there is no vision before the corpse poison attacks, once it attacks, it will become a living corpse."

Ye Qinghan glanced at Jiang Wujian and continued.

"According to the dossier, the eggs were to be hatched from babies under the age of ......"

Jiang Wuji's pupils shrank, and he remembered something his sister-in-law said.

The Inspection Department forcibly took away a newborn baby girl in Shangfeng County......

Exhaling heavily, Jiang Wuji sighed: "It seems that the account book in your hand is not just as simple as selling people to Beimang privately. ”

Ye Qinghan bowed slightly, noncommittal.

Zhang Dafu is not completely brainless, but it is unlikely that he colluded with the people of the Red Lotus Sect.

If nothing else, he's just a pawn.

"How are you, are you feeling better?" Jiang Wujian asked.

"Well, it's better."

"Then I'm going to touch the corpse, do you want to touch it together?" Jiang Wujian picked up the ink sword again.

"Touching the corpse?"

"It's to check whether they have any money on them, and by the way, check if they are pretending to be dead, so as not to slip through the net."

“……”

Ye Qinghan did not participate in the gold coin picking up.

But when it comes to whipping corpses, she's happy to do it.

It's not a cleanliness fetish.,It's just a hatred of demons.。

"Whew!"

Jiang Wujian stabbed his sword into the thigh of a corpse.

Then, pull it out and prick it again.

After confirming that the other party was dead, he bent down to rummage through the body's belongings.

"Snort, snort."

"Yo, five taels!"

"Snort, snort."

"I'll go, this guy's pocket is cleaner than his face."

"Snort."

"Huh?"

"Whew!"

"Huh?"

Looking at the trembling corpse, Jiang Wujian stabbed the other party in the thigh again.

"Strange, could it be a supernatural reaction?"

"Snort, sneer......"

"Big, big brother...... You, do you want to give it a good time? ”

“……”

There are really people who play dead!