The butterfly is black, the needle is silver, and the silver needle passes through the black butterfly, and the butterfly dissipates and turns into black gas, and it dissipates so quickly as if it never existed.

The murderous needle passed through the butterfly and soon lost its vigor and fell weakly to the ground, and it fell so casually as if it had never been murderous.

"That butterfly is not ordinary. ”

Tang Yan quickly saw that something was wrong.

The dissipated black *** soon condensed and formed, and the condensed place slowly walked out of a person, who was also black, with black clothes, miserable white hair, dull eyes, dull and colorless totems, dull and bloodless complexion, and dull face.

The black is only the clothing, and the person himself feels as bleak as ashes, as if death itself.

This person is the Ghost Gu, how could the Ghost Gu be here? Shouldn't he be detained in the Sword Pavilion with Xiao Wu? Since he is here, who is that person in the Sword Pavilion? Could Xiao Wu, who is also in the Sword Pavilion?

Great stories are always so intricate, but the source of intricacy is not the story itself, but the human heart.

The ghost Gu's mind was as deep as the sea, but his surface was as silent as stagnant water.

"Drop him down, and you go. ”

Ghost Gu's speech has always been simple and clear, and after six words, there are no extra words.

"Who are you?"

Tang Yan asked.

"You don't have to know. ”

Voice, without any emotion.

"Then why should I hand this man over to you?"

"If you don't pay it, I'm going to make a move. ”

Voice, without a trace of waves.

Tang Yan sneered:

"What about a shot?"

"Shoot, and you may die. ”

The sound, smooth and terrible.

Normally, when someone says something like this, Tang Yan will definitely laugh, but now, he doesn't want to laugh at all.

Even such ridiculous words, coming out of the mouth of the young man in front of him, would only make people feel cold, bone-piercing and eerie cold.

The needle has been issued.

Fast as lightning, sharp as a blade, dense as drizzle, and as powerful as a bamboo.

The ghost Gu didn't move, he closed his eyes, and the black butterflies gathered in his direction, and soon wrapped him, and when the needle touched the black butterfly, it instantly became slow and sluggish, falling to the ground one by one.

"Sure enough, the butterfly was able to absorb mana. ”

Tang Yan verified his idea, the reason why his needle was so fast and good was because it had the mana of the Wind Xun system attached to it, and once the power of the Wind Xun was removed, his needle would be no different from an ordinary needle, and even a slightly stronger wind could blow it off.

Although he didn't know what the principle was, he could conclude that the black butterfly had definitely absorbed or dissipated the wind Xun mana attached to the needle through some method.

"The drizzle gossamer itself is still not strong enough after all, and if it loses its attached mana, it will have no lethality at all. ”

Tang Yan's words were obviously self-deprecating, but he knew in his heart that the needle of the Tang Gate was not just a drizzle?

"Whoosh!"

The needle shot out again, smelling its sound but not seeing its shape, the black butterfly was still wrapped around the ghost Gu, but this time, the ghost Gu moved, he had to move, he felt the murderous aura, even if there was no mana on the needle, but this needle still did not have the slightest decline, the most terrible thing, he couldn't see where the needle was, he could only move by feeling.

Sometimes, a feeling is an illusion.

The sound stopped, and the ghost Gu left two bloody eyes on his right wrist, and the ghost Gu didn't feel pain, because his wrist had lost consciousness, and the acupoints were solved, and under a hundred needles, people and gods were not concerned, two needles were already immediate.

"What kind of needle is this?"

Wu Yuanxiu also asked the same question, Tang Yan did not answer it at that time, and at this time, he wanted to answer, not for anything else, but he felt that the white-haired young man in front of him was worthy of his answer.

"The rainstorm leaves the night, and the pear blossoms are in tears. ”

The poem is bleak, and so is the needle.

"Is it really a rainstorm pear blossom......

The ghost Gu glanced at the two silver needles nailed to the sand with a little blood, the drizzle needles were scattered around, they were fluttering in the wind, and none of them could even be inserted into the ground, but the two rainstorm pear flower needles were not moving, I don't know how deep the nails were.

The needle is obviously much thicker than the drizzle gossamer, grows a lot, and is hard a lot, although the shape is thick, but it gives people the feeling that it is more sharp and sharp than the drizzle gossamer, and the most terrifying thing is their owner, Tang Yan, the head of the Tang Sect, he uses such a thick and long needle, he can do it without seeing its shape, and its internal skills, I am afraid that it has already reached the realm.

Before the ghost Gu could think of it, the rainstorm pear blossom needle hit him like a torrential rain, this time, he saw it clearly, because the needle had spread all over his field of vision, the needle full of the sky, like a sky full of locusts, the locust plague attacked, everywhere he went, there must be no grass.

And at this time, the ghost Gu was like a small grass, a small grass that had been driven to a dead end.

When the rainstorm leaves the night, when the pear blossoms are full of tears, where are the tears, that is blood, bright red human blood.