Yang Qian was shocked and inexplicable, and shouted: "Are you a thousand faces?" It turned out that the woman in white was none other than Yang Qian, who met the big demon thousand faces on the ninth floor of the Demon Tower. She is known as a thousand faces, and she is really not in vain. The last time Yang Qian saw it, it was completely different from now.

She escaped when the Demon Suppression Tower had not completely collapsed, and later met the wine real person of the Lingxiao Sword Sect at the gate of the city, was beheaded with two swords, and escaped by her own life.

Yang Qian didn't expect to meet her again here. She is not an ordinary monster, at least in the Jindan period.

"Hee-hee-hee...... I really didn't expect the little handsome guy to remember people. Qian knew Yang Qian's cultivation well, and was not moved at all, picked up the heart in his hand and licked it, then opened his mouth and swallowed the whole heart.

Everyone had never seen such a scene, and they were so frightened that their legs were like a sieve, and they didn't dare to run away. Just now, a merchant screamed and rushed out of the broken house, and was stabbed to death by a thousand faces with an ice edge.

"Monster, return my wife. Yan Chixia, who was beside Yang Qian, was not intimidated, and suddenly pulled out his long sword and slashed towards the thousand faces.

"Who is your wife? Oh! I've been eating so much lately that I can't remember. Qianmian glanced at Yan Chixia, and saw that Yan Chixia's cultivation was only acquired, and he didn't care about the authenticity at all.

Yan Chixia heard Qianmian say this, his eyes were so angry that his eyes were red, and he couldn't wait to eat his flesh and gnaw his bones in order to relieve his hatred.

Yan Chixia's family of three was originally a village hundreds of miles away from a deserted village, and they lived a peaceful life. One day, a beautiful woman came to spend the night. She looks beautiful, but it's hard to remember her face. Yan Chixia felt that there was something wrong on the spot and was unwilling to take her in. But Yan Chixia's wife is a kind-hearted person, and if she doesn't listen to Yan Chixia's persuasion, she must be taken in.

That night, Yan Chixia's wife said that she went out to the toilet and never came back. Yan Chixia went to check and found that his wife's heart was missing. He hurriedly took his daughter in pursuit, but he never caught up. Now, when he saw a thousand faces appear, he didn't care about anything, drew his sword and rushed forward.

"Roar ......" A tiger roar suddenly came from outside the broken house, which directly shocked Yan Chixia back.

"Ahh It turned out that he was a tiger. The eldest trader shouted in horror. He's talking about a tall and thin man whose heart has been gouged out by a thousand faces. It stands to reason that tall and thin men shouldn't have hearts. The tiger is the body of the soul, while the tall and thin man is the body of flesh and blood.

This shows that the white tiger has a certain amount of wisdom, knowing that the tiger will attract people's attention, and deliberately did not kill the thin and tall man, but forced him to seduce people. However, its wisdom is only there, otherwise it would not rush in and give away its life.

"Bumping ......" There was a loud bang, and a white tiger broke through the old wooden plank and landed on the ground, opening its bloody mouth to swallow a thousand faces, and an ice edge shot out, leaving a bloody hole on the top of the white tiger's head. The white-eyed tiger fell like a mountain, stirring up a puff of dust.

"Ahh At this time, they were all very envious of the old merchant who was able to faint.

"I don't have any eyesight. Qianmian stepped on the white tiger with his right foot and said lightly. Compared with a thousand faces, the cultivation of the white tiger is simply a firefly and a bright moon, which is not the same.

"Look at the move. When Yan Chixia looked at the white tiger and fell, he swung his sword again to kill him, but Qianmian just glanced at him, and an ice arrow flew out, hitting his long sword, and knocking him away.

Yan Chixia coughed up a mouthful of blood, stood up again, raised his sword and killed again. Yang Qian didn't dare to slack off, this monster who kills people for fun, there is nothing to say, only to fight to the death.

Yang Qian and Yang Ying cultivated at the same time, and their cultivation had risen to the seventh level of the day after tomorrow, but it was far from enough to face the thousand faces that might be in the Jindan stage. Qianmian seems to be injured, and his cultivation has decreased a lot, probably in the late stage of agility, otherwise Yang Qian and the others would have become corpses.

Yan Chixia's cultivation is slightly higher than Yang Qian's, and it is not the ninth day after tomorrow, so it is not enough to see at all.

"The evil sword is out of the demons. As Yan Chixia groaned, his long sword turned red, carrying a raging flame, slashing straight towards a thousand faces. Yang Qian followed closely, "Kill and become a benevolent" and greeted Qianmian with no life.

"Hee-hee, there's still two more hits! It's a pity that I can't see enough. Qianmian waved his hands and formed an ice shield in front of him, blocking Yan Chixia's long sword, and a popsicle smashed on Yang Qian's pig-killing knife. Yang Qian felt a huge earthquake and was shocked by the anti-seismic force and flew out.

Qianmian solved Yang Qian, took a light leap, came behind Yan Chixia, danced left and right with both hands, and two ice picks were formed in an instant, piercing Yan Chixia's back.

"Ahh Yan Wushuang was very bold, and he had been standing not far away and watching, and when he saw his father in crisis, he reminded loudly.

"The Demon Slaying Sword is out of the demons. Yan Chixia roared angrily, the sword walked seven stars, the fire sword shone, turned around in an instant, and caught the ice cube with a thousand faces.

"Bump ......" with a loud bang. Yan Chixia took five steps back in a row to stabilize his figure, and blood was already spilling from the corner of his mouth, obviously injured.

"I didn't expect you to be able to punish demon swordsmanship. Qian was a little surprised by Yan Chixia's strength.

"Hahaha, you monsters, kill people at will, and you need someone like me to kill them. Yan Chixia roared angrily.

"The Demon Slayer Sword is out of the blue. Yan Chixia's sword move changed again, and the flames on the sword body turned black, pointing directly at the thousand-faced door.

Yang Qian was not far behind, gritted his teeth and swallowed the "Overlord Pill" for a moment, and swung his knife to kill again. At this moment, Yang Qian didn't have any capital to fight with others, so he could only rely on the Overlord Pill left by Chen Xiao to improve his cultivation.

Yang Qian got a lot of inheritance from the blood demon Zhang Fenghao, but he didn't dare to use it at all. As long as he uses it, he will become the target of others' punishment. Yang Ying didn't dare to use it, as long as he used it, his identity would be exposed. At that time, he will no longer be able to live a normal life, and can only live in the shadows like a mouse. This kind of life is not what Yang Qian wants.

"Kill them all. Yang Qian's pig killing knife carried a heavy murderous aura, and attacked straight towards the lower plate of Qianmian. Yan Chixia was on top, and Yang Qian was down, almost blocking her back road. However, in the face of absolute power, these are not enough.

"Thousands of miles of ice. Qianmian drank softly, and Yang Qian felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't even hold the pig-killing knife. Yan Chixia was the same, the flames on the long sword were extinguished.

The two were kicked up like sandbags and fell against the wall of the broken house, breaking the wall before falling to the ground.

Thousand Faces didn't give them time to rest, their hands danced, and they shouted, "Ice and rain destroy the world." Countless ice needles stabbed at the two of them. The two of them rolled on the ground in embarrassment, trying their best to dodge, but how could they avoid the ice needles in the sky. The two of them were suddenly like hedgehogs, their bodies were filled with ice needles, blood flowed all over the ground, and they no longer had the ability to fight.

"Abba......" Yan Wushuang saw his father lying on the ground covered in blood, and wanted to run over to help.

"Hahaha, such a tender heart is the best. Qianmian waved his right hand, grabbed Yan Wushuang's neck like a chicken, pulled it in front of him and sniffed.

"Don't, don't ......" Yan Wushuang was startled, his feet kept kicking, and he shouted desperately.

"Youkai, let go of Shuang'er, there is a kind of coming at me. Yan Chixia supported the ground with both hands, trying to stand up, but tried several times without success, so he could only grit his teeth and shout angrily.

"Hehe, how can your heart compare to hers?" Qian Mian finished speaking, and stretched out his left hand towards Yan Wushuang's heart.

Yang Qian was about to launch Yang Ying, but Qianmian was already on guard, raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Qian, "Your shadow, why hasn't it come out yet." ”

Yang's heart is like ashes. Last time in the Demon Town Tower, Yang Ying had already made a move. Qian Mian has been waiting for him, Yang Qian still can't do it, watching the lovely Yan Wushuang die in front of him. Even if Yang Qian used Yang Ying to reveal his identity, he still released Yang Ying without hesitation.

Qianmian's hand was getting closer and closer to Yan Wushuang, and Yan Wushuang had already felt the coldness of his sharp fingers, and his whole body trembled. Yan Chixia gritted his teeth and slowly got up, and the bones of his whole body made a gratifying sound. He had just bent his left foot, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, which showed how much pain he had endured. Yang Ying has already been dispatched, hiding in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity.

"A thousand mountains and a rain of swords. Yang Ying was about to make a move. A pleasant voice suddenly sounded, followed by countless sword lights falling. Yang Qian hurriedly took Yang Ying back.

"Ahh The sword rain was dense and intense, and Qianmian could only throw Yan Wushuang aside and resist with all his might.

Yan Chixia shouted, finally stood up, swayed and rushed to Yan Wushuang to hug her tightly, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Abba is here ......"

Yan Wushuang was only a ten-year-old child after all, how could he withstand such a fright, his whole body convulsed, and after half a ring, he cried out loud.

Yan Chixia gently patted her back and said softly, "It's good to cry." ”

Yang Qian raised his eyes and saw a woman about thirty years old, with long hair and a shawl, wearing a long green dress, beautiful and elegant, fighting with a thousand faces. Qianmian is obviously not an opponent, in the face of a sharp rain of swords, it is useless to build an ice shield and an ice wall, and he has been hit by several swords on his body, and his clothes are stained red with blood. Yang Qian's heart was happy, and he thought, "You also have today?"

"You wait, wait for my cultivation to recover, I will definitely make you look good. After a thousand faces shouted, he suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared. Once again, she used the spell of escape outside the City of Ten Thousand Beasts—some kind of elusive retreat.

"Ah...... Wine man, you must not die well. Senmian suddenly let out a desolate cry. Apparently in an ambush.

"Senior brother, didn't you leave her behind?" asked Twilight in the direction of Senmian's escape.

The wine real person lifted the wine jug and walked over while drinking: "Her spiritual sea has been broken, and it should be difficult to set off a storm." ”

"Isn't this little brother Yang? It's really a place in life where we don't meet!, please have a drink!" the wine real person saw Yang Qian, who was covered in blood on the ground.

Before Yang Qian could answer, the wine jug of the wine real person had already flown over and poured straight towards Yang Qian. Yang Qian hurriedly swallowed, but he was still choked, and coughed a few times before he eased up.

"This little brother should also take a few sips!" After finishing Yang Qian, the wine real person turned towards Yan Chixia again. Yan Chixia was about to refuse, but seeing that Yang Qian had slowly stood up, he immediately understood the extraordinary taste of the wine of the wine real person, made a salute, picked up the wine jug and drank two sips.