The moment the red figure raised its head, the fear that Wang Yuanbao forcibly suppressed suddenly collapsed, and under the long hair like ink, there were three completely different faces!!!

Dry bones, Cai Jing, the little lady of the Lu family.

Three faces, a single look, nothing, but such a strange growth on a person, it really makes people feel furious, Wang Yuanbao's hand actually began to tremble, such a terrifying and evil situation, Wang Yuanbao is still the first time to meet, even if it is murder, Wang Yuanbao will not blink, just a ghost, right in front of him, and it is so evil, killing people in front of this red-clothed ghost, just like a small dish.

Wang Yuanbao took a breath, forcibly suppressed his fear, silently recited the first formula of regret Ding Boxing, Mount Tai collapsed in front of me, can not be surprised, I am free like a drop of water through the water, a heart to urge the stone, even if there are thousands of military horses in front of me, I handed out from the fist, like rain.

The red-clothed dry bones and ghosts seemed to see Wang Yuanbao's fear, and they actually laughed ruefully, twenty-eight women, middle-aged sissy men, skeletons trembling, three kinds of laughter intertwined, extremely bewitching, and pressed the fear in people's hearts.

Wang Yuanbao stepped forward, rushed forward, and delivered the first punch.

The fist suddenly exerted force, enveloping all the red-clothed dry bones and ghosts in the fist, one punch was handed out, followed by another punch, the fists were like rain, bit by bit, and the martial arts gushed out from the meridians of the arms, like a tide, carrying the fear and anger in Wang Yuanbao's heart, and venting to the red-clothed dry bones and ghosts.

But what Wang Yuanbao didn't expect, the red-clothed dry bone ghost figure flashed, and it actually avoided Wang Yuanbao's sudden explosion of fists and the martial arts like a tide.

Just in an instant, a gloomy and depressing filthy breath came to his face, Wang Yuanbao knew in his heart that if this was to hit the door of the filthy breath, he was afraid that he would never have the possibility of survival, when the lightning was flint, Wang Yuanbao rolled in embarrassment, dodging the filthy breath of the red-clothed dry bones and ghosts, and sneered, the bluestone slab was paved with the ground to corrode the filthy breath realm into a big hole with a foot in size, seeing this, Wang Yuanbao felt a pang in his heart, if he really hit, he would be like this bluestone slab, and the bones were gone.

The red-clothed dry bone ghost saw that the blow missed, and a resentful look appeared on the three completely different faces, and with a roar, the skull of the red-clothed dry bone ghost opened its mouth and spit out a burst of black fog, a little cold light in the black fog like a little starlight, which made people shudder, Wang Yuanbao hurriedly moved left and right in the alley, but the little cold light in the black fog was like life, chasing Wang Yuanbao back and forth.

For a while, the alley was lively.

Wang Yuanbao looked at the extremely proud red-clothed dry bones ghost, and hated it in his heart, but the little cold light behind him couldn't help but he didn't take it seriously, although Wang Yuanbao practiced boxing every day, he also touched the threshold of martial arts, and he also succeeded in shaping the fetus, but he didn't have the slightest killing experience, martial arts and sword cultivation are the same, they must continue to sharpen their own realm by killing, so that they can have hope of breaking the realm, but like Wang Yuanbao, a fledgling, but dare to fight with the red-clothed dry bones and ghosts who don't know the specific realm, it is extremely rare.

Suddenly, Wang Yuanbao's heart appeared in the inn in Tongcheng, which eunuch of the Six Realms punched the situation, fists to the flesh, hand-to-hand combat, blessing to the soul, Wang Yuanbao rushed towards the red-clothed dry bone ghost.

The biggest difference between martial arts and monk sword cultivation is that both sword cultivation and monk can use magic to fight remotely, and there is no need for close combat, while sword cultivation is a sword killing, thousands of miles away to take the head of the person, it can be said that it occupies the time and place, and the martial artist really kills, you must have close combat, and when you meet the monk and the sword cultivator, you will suffer a lot, but the monk and the sword cultivator have a congenital deficiency, the monk and the sword cultivator, in the hole to create a cave, drain the aura into the body, in order to nourish the cave in its own hole, this is like building a dam, the aura is introduced into it, in order to condense into the pill, but although the trick is like a cave blessed land, but the physique of the monk and the sword cultivator is far less solid than the cave in the cave in the hole, as long as the martial artist is close, it is as fragile as an egg touching a stone, the martial artist tempers the physique, the most horizontal physique, although there is also a method of practicing qi, but it is to contain martial arts and heroic souls, this is the pros and cons of the two.

Wang Yuanbao is blessed to the general soul, and he actually comprehended the key to how many martial artists have gone through thousands of killings, and the red-clothed dry bone ghost did not expect that Wang Yuanbao would rush towards him, the ghost is a ghost after all, although he has spirituality and wisdom, but it is far less fast than the change of people's hearts, for a while, the red-clothed dry bone ghost was stunned on the spot.

And the little cold light in the black fog that pursued Wang Yuanbao also suddenly dissipated at this time.

Wang Yuanbao will not give the red-clothed dry bone ghost a chance to fight back, the fist suddenly exploded, the tide-like martial arts, mighty gushing out, the purple fetus of martial arts reached the limit, within three feet, the red-clothed dry bone ghost has no possibility to avoid.

A punch is handed out, and then a punch is handed out, the first type of water drop stone piercing of the regret Ding boxing, this water mill kung fu only appeared at this time, punch after punch, fist punch are all in one point, to break the face, this truth is all contained in Wang Yuanbao's punch punch, the red-clothed dry bone ghost was caught off guard, but it can't be avoided at all, each punch is handed out, the three completely different faces of the red-clothed dry bone ghost withered a copy, and there is constantly black gas overflowing from the mouth, and Wang Yuanbao is as if he didn't see it, just stuffy head punch after punch handed out, the red-clothed dry bone ghost can't stop wailing, but there is no way to get out of the range of Wang Yuanbao's fist, this punch bombardmentAmong the characters on the mountain, the best at killing ghosts and ghosts is the martial arts and sword cultivation, both of which are in the world by killing, and the ghosts and ghosts who do evil are the best sharpeners and whetstones, after hundreds of thousands of years of polishing, now the martial arts practice of the boxing, the sword cultivation of the sword trick, all have a natural restraint on the ghosts and ghosts, the red-clothed dry bones and ghosts have the possibility of winning, but they have forgotten the key to this, too big, so that Wang Yuanbao is close, fist bombardment, beating。

The fist became thicker and heavier, and with each punch, it was like a hammer sounding the death knell, and the martial arts bombarded the spirit of the red-clothed dry bones and ghosts.

The scarlet in his eyes became more and more intense, and the aura around the red-clothed dry bone ghost suddenly exploded, Wang Yuanbao never expected that this red-clothed dry bone ghost would break free from his fist with both defeats.

As soon as the anger entered his body, Wang Yuanbao felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his teeth kept tapping up and down, and the center of his eyebrows began to condense a little frost flower.

And the red-clothed dry bone ghost flew away, and when he was far away, he didn't forget to look at Wang Yuanbao with resentment, as if he wanted to keep Wang Yuanbao's enemy firmly in mind, but Wang Yuanbao didn't have the heart to consider the meaning at all, as if he had been exhausted, and sat on the ground paralyzed, and after the Wuyun purple tire gave the red-clothed dry bones and ghosts the impact of the aura, it actually ran and condensed, but it was only for a moment, but when Wang Yuanbao hammered the red-clothed dry bone ghost, he used up all the martial arts in the hole, and now he is like a child who has lost his strength, if there is another red-clothed dry bone ghost at this time, I am afraid that Wang Yuanbao will die, but Wang Yuanbao leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, it was good to keep Chen Yue, even if it was a long life, Wang Yuanbao looked at the bright moon in the sky, and the indescribable feeling in his heart seemed to be joy, but it was not like joy, relieved, but it was not like, this is the bright moon in the sky has been covered by the clouds, and the stars of Zhou Tian are showing their heads, twinkling all over the sky, and it is very good-looking.

Wang Yuanbao really wanted time to stop at this moment.

At this moment, the Fox Collector ran out of the old mansion, pulling the hem of Wang Yuanbao's clothes, trying to drag him into the old mansion.

Wang Yuanbao's heart suddenly stopped, he thought of a result that he didn't want to think about, looking at the sinister hiding vessel that was pulling the hem of his clothes, Wang Yuanbao stood up strongly, but he was reluctant to enter the old mansion, he didn't want to see death again, he had seen the death of the old monk Gu Liangchan, and also saw the death of the initiator Li Lingfei, the lonely feeling that he had forcibly forgotten not long ago, once again came to his mind, he didn't want to watch the people close to him die again, but he knew that he was lying to himself, but he would rather be deceived, Wang Yuanbao was numb, he knew that he couldn't shed tears, because the tears had already flowed on Peach Blossom Mountain, and the only feeling at the moment was numbness。

The Hider looked up and saw Wang Yuanbao's numb and empty eyes, and he was a little unbearable, could it be that he had lived for a long time, he was old, but he was just a dead person, why did he feel that it was not worth it, no! It must be because of the connection between the spirits!

The Hider comforted himself like this, but he couldn't stop the sourness of his nose.

Wang Yuanbao gave himself a slap in the face, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and red and swollen palm prints appeared on his face, it seemed that because of the courage of this slap, Wang Yuanbao stepped into the old mansion, his steps were firm, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably, he forced himself to hold back, maybe he just thought about it too much, the dew on the grass and branches in the old house wet Wang Yuanbao's face and clothes, Wang Yuanbao tasted the dew that flowed to the corners of his mouth, it was salty.

The door of the cave was opened, and now in Wang Yuanbao's eyes, there was no shortage of fierce beasts that chose people to eat, Wang Yuanbao took a step, stopped, the dew on his face kept dripping, it was still hot, Wang Yuanbao gave himself another slap in the face, and walked into the house.

The vision is a little blurry.

Chen Yue was lying on the bed, as if he was returning to the light, and he was full of energy, but his voice was still hoarse.

"I remembered, the name on my broken porcelain doll was called Wang Yuanbao! I remembered! Hahahaha, I also remembered!"

When Wang Yuanbao heard such brainless words, he didn't think that Chen Yue was confused, but just looked at Chen Yue with a strong spirit, and no one knew what would happen in the next moment.

Fear stems from the unknown.

The fear in Wang Yuanbao's heart came from the unknown of Chen Yue's next moment.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Wang Yuanbao, I don't want to die, I still want to eat the green onion cake made by my mother, I haven't left to drink, I haven't loved a girl, I don't want to die!!"

Wang Yuanbao held Chen Yue's hand tightly, not knowing what to say, the dew on his face couldn't stop flowing, dripping onto Chen Yue's face.

"You're crying. ”

Wang Yuanbao wiped the hot dew on his face and said: "I don't, you won't die, Chen Yue, you won't die, you hold on, let's drink together, ............ together"

Before he finished speaking, the look in Chen Yue's eyes gradually faded, and his originally warm hands gradually became cold.

Wang Yuanbao held Chen Yue's hand tightly and kept rubbing it, hoping to dispel the terrifying cold.

"It's raining...... Under...... Rain...... Finish...... Hot...... Hot...... The "

The look in Chen Yue's eyes was sluggish, and he muttered that he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Don't go, we still have a lot of things to do, Chen Yue, you have to hold on!!"

Suddenly, Wang Yuanbao remembered something, and said loudly: "There is! go find Mr. Fang, go find Mr. Fang!!"

After that, Wang Yuanbao rushed out of the old house and rushed towards the outside of Piaofu Lane, all he could think of at the moment was Fang Liang, Mr. Fang, now only Mr. Fang can save Chen Yue, Yulong Lane is in the east of Longchang Town, and Piaofu Lane is in the north, Wang Yuanbao ran out of Piaofu Lane with all his strength, unwilling to delay a little time, Chen Yue's life is now on his body, Wang Yuanbao doesn't know how much dew flows into his mouth all the way, salty and bitter.

Chen Yue looked up at the sky outside the window, starry, like spring water, his mother said, every time a person dies in this world, there will be one more star in the sky, I don't know where the star that belongs to me is?

The wind does not blow to cover the clouds of the bright moon, but it can blow the dew, Chen Yue tasted the taste of dew, not the sweetness of imagination, but hot and salty, Chen Yue knew that it was not dew, but Wang Yuanbao's tears.

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

Since Blacksmith Feng entered the night, his heart couldn't calm down at all, somehow, he couldn't stop being bored, but he couldn't find a reason, since Feng Jing, that is, Blacksmith Feng, had never felt like this since he entered the Five Realms.

The fire in the sword furnace is burning, the flame has approached cyan, after the furnace is pure, it is the best time to melt the sword, Feng Jing is well versed in the trick of casting flying swords, Feng Jing waved his hand and closed the door of the sword casting room, he decided to retreat and cast the flying sword entrusted by the city view on the twelfth floor.

The sword embryo brought by the Jinyi Taoist Li Yuhuan is of extremely high rank, and among the flying swords cast by Feng Jing, just the sword embryo is of such a high rank, like a rarity, licking the tongue of fire in the sword casting furnace. With the sword embryo, the blazing breath continued to pour out from the sword casting furnace, but Feng Jing thought about other things in his heart, the sword immortal who became famous on the twelfth floor of the city, and the flying sword that could no longer be measured by rank, there were more than three of them, what was the reason for casting this flying sword?

Now that this Longchang Town is already a mess, casting a flying sword at this time, isn't it that the Twelfth Floor City View wants to bet?

Feng Jing looked at the sword embryo in the sword-casting furnace and felt uneasy.