The two were taken by the powerful spirit of the "Iron Eater", and no one dared to speak.

The "Iron Eater" sneered: "I should be some kind of great hero, it turns out that I am just a rat. ”

Liu Banxian was provoked by him, and couldn't help but hit him with fire, and shouted: "Thief, Hugh is rampant, your Liu Daoye is here!"

After that, he whispered to Li Yan: "Brother Li, he didn't find you, you run away quickly!"

Li Yan grabbed Liu Banxian's arm and shook his head vigorously. Liu Banxian shook his hand and strode into the wind and snow.

The image of the Iron Eater became clear before his eyes. This person's face resembles iron, and his eyes are red. Although it was a cold day, he was barefoot, wearing only a tattered single coat, which was really similar to the fierce ghosts in hell.

Liu Banxian said in a deep voice: "Iron eater, you are full of evil, today is the limit." But God has the virtue of a good life, if you can get lost and let go of the butcher's knife, this seat will leave you with your life!"

The iron-eating ghost also ignored Liu Banxian, and only used two blood-red gazes to wander around the half-immortal, and finally landed on the sword.

He laughed hesitantly: "The person is not good, the sword is not bad, the old man accepted it first." "Reaching out and taking away the sword is as easy as finding a bag.

Liu Banxian was shocked and punched. The Iron Eater sneered, and clenched his fist with only two fingers. Liu Banxian felt that his wrists were caught between the two iron mountains, and he couldn't move a single inch with all his strength.

The Iron Eater cursed with a word of waste, his fingers twitching. With a click, Liu Banxian screamed miserably, holding his wrist and falling down, his wrist bone had already been broken.

The iron-eating ghost looked at the wind and snow, and suddenly raised his nose and sniffed: "No, there is another person!"

At this time, Liu Banxian's voice sounded behind him: "Thief, where are you looking?" I saw him press his wrist, staggered to his feet, and walked over step by step.

The iron-eating ghost's face changed slightly, and he slapped his palm on Liu Banxian's body. Liu Banxian's ribs were in severe pain, and he didn't know how many were broken. A large patch of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell again.

The Iron Eater refocused his two ghostly eyes on the vast snowstorm: "It can't be wrong...... Where are you......"

It turned out that this person was extremely talented, and his sense of smell was more than ten times more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and he could accurately capture the enemy's movements even in such bad weather.

After a moment, he sneered, "So it's here!"

Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly felt something flick lightly on his arm, and if it weren't for his thin clothes, he would hardly have noticed.

Looking back, it was Liu Banxian again.

He couldn't stand up at all, he vomited a lot of blood, and the white snow was red in the ground. He felt for some pebbles on the ground and smashed them at the iron-eater with what little strength he had left.

It's said to be a smash, but it's not much heavier than a tickle.

The Iron Eater was furious. Watching the enemy beg for mercy was his only pleasure, and the taste was even more enjoyable than being an emperor.

But the stinky Taoist priest in front of him refused to give in. Obviously, he has no power to restrain the chicken, but his will is harder than steel, like a peerless sword that has been tempered thousands of times. And the most odious thing is that this sword cannot be taken away by himself no matter what.

The iron-eating ghost jumped up, kicked Liu Banxian hard, and asked loudly, "Do you beg for mercy?"

Liu Banxian was silent, only the wind and snow were raging.

The iron-eating ghost suddenly thought of something, pulled out the sword he had just snatched, looked at the sword body, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly burst into a wild laugh: "Blunt sword! This is a blunt sword!"

There was no joy in this laughter, only annoyance.

His eyes flashed fiercely: "Good boy, it turns out that the old man is here to entertain him!" as he spoke, he threw the blunt sword in the snow and slowly pulled out another extremely slender sword from his back.

"Look at the old man who has peeled your skin!"

In the blink of an eye, the Iron Eater suddenly felt a chill creep up his spine. He subconsciously swung his sword to block, but blocked the air.

He muttered suspiciously: "What an evil man, what's wrong with the old man today?"

He asked sharply, "Who dares to be presumptuous in front of the old man?"

But the wind and snow are still there, how can anyone answer him?

The iron-eater felt more and more strange, closed his eyes, his nostrils wider than the buffalo, and searched carefully for clues.

He was suddenly surprised to find that the accomplice of the Taoist priest who he regarded as his prey had become two people in a moment.

The smell of this person just now was ordinary, even banal, and now it makes people shudder.

He still smelled the same, but suddenly it became pungent, it became turbulent, and it tingled his nerves like a steel needle.

Sweat slid across the iron-eater's rough face, which was clearly cooler than snowflakes.

When I opened my eyes, my hands were trembling slightly, and my reason seemed to be shouting in a deafening voice: "Don't go over, you will die!"

But the iron eater has self-esteem, he runs rampant all his life, looks down on the world, and his self-esteem as a master does not allow him to turn around and run.

So he gritted his teeth and said: "Pretending to be a ghost, the old man has chopped you!" This sentence was very loud, but it was not difficult to hear the meaning of being strong on the outside and doing something in the middle, almost emboldening himself.

He drew another sword from behind his back and struck a flailing motion. With the two swords in hand, my heart settled down a little.

At the moment when he was ready to fight, the wind and snow suddenly became smaller. He faintly saw a figure on the other side. The statue was motionless, the empty sleeve of its left arm fluttering in the wind.

The Iron Eater is worthy of a man who has been in a hundred battles, and he seized this fleeting fighter plane and swooped forward. He believed that as long as the other party was shrouded in his sword, there was no chance of survival.

But suddenly the wind changed, and the man's sword was unsheathed.

To be precise, it was a crack in the scabbard, and the murderous aura came overwhelmingly.

What is the top of Mount Tai, what is the drumming furnace and burning hair, he understands that he is more fragile than a dead leaf before this murderous aura.

The two swords made a sonorous sound, like a cry before they shattered. The Iron Eater was scared, it wasn't a strong thing, he seemed to see himself crushed by his opponent, meaninglessly turned into a corpse. He began to regret why he hadn't run away just now—he could have escaped then.

Self-esteem is such a damn thing.

But the Iron Eater was not willing to be killed. His mind was racing, and he drew all the swords behind his back and threw them at his enemies. Of course, he knew that this would not hurt the enemy, so he only wanted to delay for a moment.

Sure enough, the murderous aura weakened by three points, and the iron-eating ghost took this opportunity to jump back, grabbed Liu Banxian who fell to the ground, threw it with all his strength, and fled without looking back.

The iron eater gambled right, this person would not ignore Liu Banxian.

Liu Banxian was so weak that he was almost dying. He couldn't stand the next blow anymore. As he was dying, he watched the white earth get closer and closer to him, and finally accepted the arrangement of fate. It doesn't seem like a good place to sleep here.

However, an arm gently caught him, Li Yan's one-armed.