"It's a needle. ”

In the empty and messy entrance hall of the cell, Feng Chong said.

The ghost-faced man led Li Changan away, and the Zhang brothers were familiar with the officials, and they also hooked up to seek medical advice.

Only Feng Chong, who almost went mad, Xu Zhan, a swordsman who paddled from beginning to end, Zhang Yi, a ranger who was frozen on the ground, and Zheng Tong, the butcher, were left.

After a while, Feng Daoren barely held down the injuries in his body, and then checked the condition of Zhang Yi and Zheng Tong.

After careful inspection, Feng Chong breathed a sigh of relief, and explained to Xu Zhan, who came over next to him:

"All men have souls, but souls are not the same as spirits. Generally speaking, the soul is the yang god, which dominates people's thinking and intelligence, and the soul is the yin god, which controls people's physical and sensory senses. The effect of the Soul Fixing Needle, as the name suggests, is to cut off the control of the soul over the body. ”

So although the two of them seemed to be frozen to the ground, they were actually fine.

Let's talk about it.

Feng Daoren pointed and pressed slightly between Zhang Yi's ribs, and a small slender needle appeared while the skin and flesh sank.

before pulling it out.

"Uh-huh......"

The ranger let out a long, strange moan in his throat.

As if waking up from a drowning or a long nightmare, a spirit rolled over and rose with cold sweat on its forehead.

When you want to be conscious, it is not pleasant to feel the taste of the body at all.

Here, Feng Daoren saw that he was unharmed, and he did the same and woke up Zheng Tong.

After that, Xu Zhan briefly told the two of them what happened in prison after they were released.

Time.

Zheng Tuzi scolded, the ranger's face was pale, the swordsman's eyes flickered, and Feng Daoren smiled bitterly. But in the end, the four of them were just silent after all, and the scene was quiet for a while, only listening to the noise of a few left-behind officials playing cards in the depths of the cell.

Staying is also to no avail.

After saying a few words of spirit, Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan said goodbye and left, Feng Chong felt that his injuries were still a little recurrent, and he wanted to breathe on the spot for a while, while Zhang Yi said that he owed Feng Chong a favor and wanted to stay and protect the Dharma for him.

Feng Daoren couldn't shirk left and right, so he had to ask Ranger to help him collect the yellow talisman that had been posted around the prison before.

Before the ghost-faced girl appeared, Feng Daoren deduced that her people were either demonic cultivators, or spirits who came out of the mountains to harm people, so in advance, he laid some rune paper all over the prison as a warning.

As a result, you can see it, but it doesn't work at all.

But......

Feng Daocai sat down cross-legged, looked at his nose and nose, and heard in his ears:

"Daoist Feng. ”

He reluctantly opened his eyes to meet the ranger's inquiring eyes.

Then his gaze turned down.

I saw that in the other party's hand, a yellow talisman was slowly burning.

"Enchantress!"

Suddenly, there was a roar outside the door.

It's Zheng Tuzi!

Both of them looked stunned.

The ranger picked up the long knife and rushed out without thinking.

Feng Daoren struggled to get up and followed closely behind.

............

Ranger Zhang Yi stood in the courtyard, his eyes solemn.

At the gate, Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

In front of the two.

The afterglow of the moon reflects a red dress like blood, and a white blade like frost.

It's her.

Ghostface!

Actually killed a horse pistol.

So where is Li Xuanxiao? Is he lost? Or, dead? Hey, it seems to have changed a mask?

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and then the lock on his brow slowly unfastened, and even a brief smile appeared.

Great!

The chance of snow shame is back along with the reward of 100 taels!

Under the waning moon.

He drew his knife in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"This knife is ...... long"

However, the ghost-faced girl who made a comeback seemed to be a little impatient this time, and she didn't listen to the meaning of the ranger's opening remarks at all, and her body moved, and she was already flying over.

This one or two, how can they not talk about the dignity of the rivers and lakes in their lives?

The ranger rarely scolded him, looked at the distance, and slashed head-on with his knife.

But seeing the blade cutting through the air and roaring, it seemed that the castration was fierce, but in fact, only three points of strength were used, and the remaining seven points were left for subsequent changes.

No matter whether the ghost-faced girl is blocking, dodging, or retreating, years of experience in fighting in the rivers and lakes have provided him with more than ten ways to deal with it, killing the opponent.

But I never thought about it.

The ghost-faced girl didn't retreat to dodge, and secondly, she didn't even draw her sword to block, but actually slammed her head under his blade!

What is this road number?

......

"Beware of deception!"

A hurried reminder rang behind his ears.

Ranger suddenly recalled the scene that had happened in the entrance hall of the prison earlier.

His eyes flashed, he stomped on his front foot and pressed his back hand.

The forward slashing momentum immediately turned into a retreat and turned back, and the long knife that was split was immediately withdrawn, and in the middle of the wrist flip, a fine knife curtain was woven in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the offense turned to defense.

On the other hand, the ghost-faced woman didn't respond at all, and went straight to the knife curtain with her body.

Sure enough.

Only then did he touch the blade, and he didn't see blood splattering, but listened:

"Bang. ”

The whole person suddenly dispersed into a large puff of smoke, which came non-stop, and pounced on the head and face of the ranger.

Meantime.

Another ghost-faced man had already taken cover with his phantom body, and he had struck with a sword.

In the smoke cage is difficult to see, a little chill appears!

If the ranger didn't listen to the reminder and changed his moves, he would be caught off guard this time, and he might suffer a big loss.

But now......

He ignored the advancing blade and only kept his eyes wide open, staring at the blurred and swift shadow in the smoke, and raised the tip of his sword diagonally.

The sword in his hand was two feet seven inches long, but the ghost-faced man's sword was only half an arm's length, two feet and one inch. If she doesn't stop and insists on bumping into it, the difference between victory and defeat is life and death.

Unexpectedly.

The ghost-faced girl was on tiptoe, and instead of retreating, she slammed herself into the tip of the knife.

Ranger frowned.

Another phantom?

Although his heart doubted, the knife did not hesitate.

The ranger took another half step back, opened up a little space, and stabbed straight out with a knife as a gun.

In the blink of an eye.

The tip of the knife was already pressed against the opponent's forehead, and even slightly embedded in the mask.

Only on the next breath.

I was going to see a long knife piercing my brain, killing the ghost-faced woman on the spot.

However, at this juncture of life and death, the red dress under the ghost-faced body (harmony) suddenly opened, like a flower, like an umbrella, and her whole person's fluttering momentum immediately stopped, and in an instant, it changed from extreme movement to extreme quiet.

The ranger was taken aback, hurriedly pressed his body forward, and handed the tip of the knife forward.

But the hem of the ghost-faced man's skirt shook suddenly, like a carp in the water wagging its tail, and the man had moved out of thin air, so that the hastily handed out knife tip only left a shallow scratch on the mask, and he still pounced on the ranger again.

The ranger hurriedly remedied, dragging the blade and strangling towards the opponent's neck.

The ghost-faced woman had already returned to her sword to protect the vital point.

"Sting. ”

A piercing sound of steel strangulation erupted.

It seems to be a thin and brittle short sword, but it is unexpectedly tough. Under the sharpening of the blade, a string of dazzling sparks is drawn. Then, the knife edge reluctantly deviated from the vital point of the neck, and cut into the shoulder blade in vain, opening a deep wound that could be seen in the bone.

At the same time.

The Ghost-faced Girl had already broken into the ranger's step, and the sword in her hand could only be waved.

The ghost-faced woman was injured, and the ranger died.

This moment.

The ranger only felt that the flesh and blood of his body were hot (harmony), and he instinctively screamed to escape, but his heart was cold to the bone, and experience told him that he could not avoid it, and he could not escape.

Checkmate.

His eyes seemed to burst into flames, but the corners of his mouth cracked into a sinister smile.

On the handle of the knife, the grip of the front hand is replaced by the press of the wrist, and the blade must be pressed down with all your might.

It's okay to die.

Leave an arm behind!

However.

At this time, his eyes met the eyes of the ghost-faced girl coldly.

What kind of eyes are they, like the clear sky in autumn, and like the deep pool of water in the deep mountains, which makes people unconsciously sink (harmoniously) into ...... Wrong!

Ranger bit the tip of his tongue, and the sharp pain washed away the confusion in his brain.

Enchantress!

He was furious.

Ann dares to make a so-and-so witch play!

But.

In just a few moments, the ghost-faced woman had already broken into his arms, holding down her chest with one bare hand, and a slender short needle between her fingers.

And so.

His sword, his determination, his anger all came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the ghost-faced woman had stepped on his shoulder, crossed his body, and ran to the prison.

From beginning to end, there was no pause for even a second.

............

Feng Daoren was not a fighter, he couldn't understand the killing machine and the twist and turn between life and death at that moment.

He was just full of depression, and in vain he specially reminded the ranger, but he was still overturned by the other party in a face, and he didn't get him the slightest time to cast the spell.

In view of the lesson, he chose a spell with a short spell this time, but no matter how short it was, the words "urgent as a law" must be recited.

But when he read the word "such as", the ghost-faced man had already killed in front of him.

"Bang. ”

The familiar fist accompanied by the familiar eyes of Venus, he changed from a blue eye to a two-eyed panda.

But this time, he stubbornly held on with a sense of shame and indignation, staggered a step, and still squeezed out the word "law" between his teeth, and then ......

"Boom. ”

A crisp flirtatious leg.

Spells, True Qi, and something important were all gone.

He hunched over the threshold like an epileptic prawn and watched as the Ghostface hurried into the prison.

............

Ranger and Feng Daoren are still invincible, how can a few officials in the prison be used?

They weren't even aware of the movement outside the prison until Ghostface broke into the prison.

Some people screamed, some people hurried to make money, and some people were in a hurry...... Only no one picked up the weapons around them to defend against them.

The Ghost-Faced Girl, on the other hand, just hurried past their gaming tables, lacking interest in glancing at them, and had no intention of slashing a sword.

flew to the end of the prison, and the blade of the sword in his hand trembled slightly, straight to the beggar's heart.

Seeing that the beggar is about to follow in the footsteps of Qian Dazhi, Wang's daughter-in-law, and more than a dozen victims in Xiaoshui City in the past few months.

A sword pierced the heart and died.

Suddenly.

Like a beggar who had been in a mess all night, he jerked his head up.

But I saw that under the cover of the messy hair, his face and neck were covered with pustules of all sizes, and as he breathed, he couldn't stop swelling and closing.

The cloudy yellow eyes reflected the bleak coldness of the sword.

Quietly.

He grinned.

Suddenly, I saw that his whole person was like a pustule on his face, and in the sound of the cloth tearing, it suddenly swelled and became a huge (harmonious) and friendless human skin air bag.

Under the pale and transparent skin, a large number of poisonous insects swelled and wriggled (harmoniously) with strange inky smoke, supporting the human skin thinner and larger.

And then.

Rumble!