A flash of black light, accompanied by a crisp buzz when it was unsheathed, stabbed at the weasel that rushed in the face.

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed, the weasel forcibly turned his head and turned sideways, avoiding the blade of the sword. After the claws contracted, they instantly straightened again and grabbed Ning Baifeng's chest.

It's too late to collect your sword and come back to help.

Ning Baifeng leaned back and brushed past the weasel, but unexpectedly, a stream of mixed yellow smoke erupted from the weasel's tail. Ning Baifeng's face changed, and he immediately closed his mouth with bated breath, and his body flipped and rolled to the right.

The smoke spread extremely fast, and when Ning Baifeng got up, his surroundings were already shrouded in yellow smoke, and he would definitely be in danger if he acted rashly.

Returning the sword into the sheath, a trace of purple flashed in Ning Baifeng's eyes.

After three breaths, the iron sword was unsheathed and stabbed to the left rear.

In the smoke, the weasel that rushed to attack suddenly found a jet-black iron sword in front of him. At this time, he was in mid-air, the distance was too close, and the speed was extremely fast, and it was impossible to avoid it.

The weasel's eyes widened in horror, and his mouth opened wide as if ready to scream.

A blunt knife cracked through rags, and the iron sword stabbed through the weasel's mouth and out from the back of his head. The screams were blocked in his chest, and he struggled frantically before dying, and his fierce eyes revealed a look of disbelief.

Ning Baifeng maintained the posture of the sword, and strode out of the smoke, until the monster on the sword no longer moved, and then breathed.

A strong foul smell poured into Ning Baifeng's nasal cavity, like falling into a dung pit, and he was almost fainted by it. Although the smoke has been flushed out, the stench that has already been contaminated in it just now has been contaminated. Shaking off the corpse of the demon on the sword, Ning Baifeng looked around and found that there was nothing unusual, so he relaxed and changed the qi in his body.

The martial arts battle is all based on the galloping flow of a breath of true qi in the body, and how fast and how fast the shot is, it is all closely related to it. After the circulation of the qi in the body, it is always necessary to breathe and ventilate with the outside world, and ordinary people breathe to be comfortable and regulate numerology, and in addition to this, the true qi is galloping and circulating in the body, but also for the next time to be able to shoot more fully. If you can't breathe for a long time, the meridians will be broken, and you will die of blood explosion. The difference between martial artists in different realms is only the length of ventilation time. And it is precisely when the internal and external qi are exchanged, the martial artist is the most vulnerable, if the enemy seizes the opportunity to breathe, life and death will be separated in an instant.

This is the reason why Ning Baifeng dared to change the qi machine after confirming that there was no danger around him.

Retracting the iron sword from his waist, Ning Baifeng didn't even glance at the demon corpse on the ground, let alone collect the corpse.

The stench is tangy, and my heart is already very crooked.

Ning Baifeng walked back to the corner and lifted the roast chicken and dry cakes, and couldn't help but rejoice for a while, if the roast chicken was mixed in the smoke just now, the consequences would be unimaginable. Confirming that the roast chicken was still fragrant, Ning Baifeng sighed, blaming this roast chicken for being too fragrant, and even the yellow skin that had been cultivated into a little demon couldn't resist the temptation.

Ning Baifeng raised his head and looked in the direction of the City God Temple in the east, but there was still nothing unusual, and he didn't see the City God make a sound. The appearance of the spirit in the city can still be said in the past, but the appearance of this real monster in the city is not a trivial matter.

Is it really as Wong Tai Sin said?

Ning Baifeng shook and didn't think about it anymore, the sky was falling from a tall one, and he was just mixed in the mud legs on the food and clothing line, so it was better to mix less.

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Hanlin Lane, the most prosperous alley in the south of Binhai County, the former residence of the Hanlin University scholar who was born in Binhai is in the depths of the alley.

At the entrance of Hanlin Alley, the stall vendor selling jade hairpins is very embarrassed at the moment, embarrassed to be looked at, embarrassed to be looked at by a woman, and she is a very beautiful woman.

It stands to reason that in the business of selling jade hairpins, you have to deal with women, but if you want to blame it, you can only blame this woman for being too beautiful.

The entrance of the alley was blocked by the crowd, just to see this beautiful woman, even the beggars gathered around the hawker stalls, and did not go to beg for food.

In front of everyone's eyes, a man dressed in green clothes with a jade flute diagonally stuck in the back of his waist walked out of the crowd, picked out the most beautiful jade hairpin in the hawker's stall, and casually left the huge silver ingot still on the hawker's stall.

Pinching the jade hairpin, the man in Tsing Yi walked up to the beautiful woman and asked with a smile, "Do you like it?"

The woman nodded, then shook her head again.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled: "Since you like it, I'll give it to you." ”

The woman didn't speak, her expression a little hesitant.

The man in Tsing Yi continued: "Take it and hurry out of the city, if the city god is really careful, you have to leave your life in the city." ”

The woman froze instantly.

Like a great enemy!

The crowd of onlookers watched the man in Tsing Yi put the jade hairpin on the woman's hand, and there was a burst of envy and regret.

"I knew that a jade hairpin would be able to talk to that little lady, so I would have started earlier. ”

"Who says it's not, hey, a flower stuck in cow dung. ”

In the center of the crowd, the beautiful woman stared at the man in front of her with cold eyes, and said, "How are you doing?" ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled gently: "I don't want to see you die in the city immediately, so leave quickly." ”

The woman put away the jade hairpin, turned around and took two steps, as if she was lifted by the wind, and the fog under her feet flew into the air and headed west.

But not the direction out of the city.

The crowd of onlookers shouted in amazement.

Fairy.

The man in Tsing Yi watched the woman fly away, and his originally gentle face instantly turned iron-blue.

is so arrogant, no one is in sight.

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It was getting late, the excitement of the day had dissipated, and all that remained was the silence of the night.

The sound of eager footsteps shattered the silence of the twilight, the sound was not heavy, and it was clearly petite.

The white-clothed figure rushed forward at great speed, not because she didn't want to run away, but because the repression shrouded in the city had not all disappeared, and the price of escaping was too great. It's okay to be angry for a short time, just like in the afternoon, you should be angry with the reader.

The sound of the chase behind him was getting closer.

A man dressed in green followed the white shadow in front of him, and finally saw the woman's figure at the entrance of a dimly lit street.

The man in Tsing Yi scolded loudly, "Law: Those who do not follow the right path will be at the end of the road." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a bang in front of her, and the figure of the woman rushing forward suddenly stopped, as if hitting an invisible wall.

Words are spoken, and the law follows.

The man quickly closed the distance, and pulled out the jade flute with his backhand and waved it in front of him, obviously using the jade flute as a brush. Then, around the woman in white, a wall formed by silver writing appeared, suspended in mid-air, surrounding the woman in the middle.

The woman who was suddenly hit finally came to her senses, and looked at the wall of words that appeared around her, and her face changed slightly.

The man walked to the wall of writing, exhaled slightly, and said indifferently: "Just tie your hands, you can't run away." ”

The woman in white changed her face and giggled: "Jun Langjun, you like the slave family so much, and you still chase after others when it's dark, do you want to chase them to the slave family's boudoir? ”

The man in Tsing Yi seemed to have expected the other party to ask such a question, and replied: "There is beauty in front, and the jade hairpin is the letter." ”

The woman's willow eyebrows were raised, and she reached out to pull out the jade hairpin on her head, only to see a trace of silver light flashing on the jade hairpin. The woman angrily pinched the jade hairpin into two pieces, still on the ground.

The woman's expression changed immediately, and she gritted her teeth and said, "The children of the Fa family, are they all so shameless?" ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled gently: "Shameless? What is shameless, you offended me first, and now it's just a return of the courtesy." ”

The woman laughed angrily, "Offended you first? ”

Words are not speculative, only the truth can be seen under the hands.

A white ball of light burst out of the woman's left hand, which suddenly exploded, and the silver walls around her were torn apart like paper under the rainstorm.

In the gap between the explosion of the white light cluster, a long whip burst out like a poisonous snake and swooped straight at the man in Tsing Yi.

The silver light flashed, and the long whip struck the jade flute, and returned in vain.

The woman took the opportunity to flee backwards.

The man in Tsing Yi raised his arm to his eyes, only to see a few white fox hairs tied on the back of Xiao Xiao's hand, shaped like silver needles. With a slight force in the palm of his hand, the silver needle shattered and turned into flying smoke.

In the night, the two figures chased each other again.

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In the main hall of the City God Temple, the middle-aged Confucian looked at the golden body of the City God and was silent.

Under the light of the candlelight, the golden body that was once smooth and bright was now dim, and the whole body was covered with palm-sized cracks, like broken porcelain, which had been forcibly spliced and glued together, without any power at all.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked away and turned to the coastal county town in the night.

Looking down from the sky, the sparkling coastal county town is covered by an invisible giant bowl, isolating the horror of the night. It's just that this giant bowl is full of cracks and loopholes at the moment, like a sieve, and has long lost its former style.

Countless black shadows, large and small, hovering outside, followed the hole and burrowed under the broken bowl. Like wolves that have found food, they rise up and eat in groups.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face was solemn, and there was anger in his eyes.

The Daning Dynasty governed the country with Confucianism and practiced royal Taoism. Confucianism pays attention to courtesy first and reason last. However, at this moment, the city god suffered a conspiracy, and its annihilation was imminent, as if the dynasty's etiquette and music had collapsed, and chaos was everywhere. Cows, ghosts, snakes and gods from all walks of life can't wait to rush here, all wanting to grab a delicious meal.

Since you demons don't know what etiquette is, then I'll give you a good reason later.

Behind the main hall, an old voice came, revealing a hint of ridicule, "Old sour and poor, you can bear this, good ability, if you change the old way, then you can't bear it." ”

The middle-aged Confucian frowned.

With a wave of his hand, the door of the main hall slammed shut, isolating everything.

Out of sight, out of sight, pure.

The river breeze blows through the temple, bringing a wisp of sigh.

"The big drama is going to be sung. ”