When the distance between the two sides was shortened, Mu Yishuang saw a terrifying picture that was destined to make her unforgettable for the rest of her life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man was holding his head in both hands, and his neck was neatly severed, and the bare flesh and bones of the broken neck began to turn white under the rain, and there was little blood.

The person holding his head was the soul of Ni who had escaped earlier.

At this moment, the sky is dark, coupled with the bleak wind and cold rain, the wind "whimpering" is more like a ghost's roar. It sets off the weird and terrifying picture even more. It's like hell.

Mu Yishuang suddenly felt that all the cold hairs on his body stood up.

When he returned, he looked at Ni Broken Soul who was holding his head in amazement. A look of bewilderment.

What's even more unbelievable is that the head in Ni Broken Soul's hand actually spoke. It's just that the voice becomes light and fluttering, like an echo.

"Crazy man, come and play with me. You see I cut off my head and play with it, right? If you want to learn, I'll teach you how?"

"It's a good trick, teach me ......"

Wanghui jumped from his horse to Ni Xuan's soul, bent over and looked at the head that actually spoke, like a child in amazement and excitement.

Suddenly, Ni Broken Soul shot out a round ball, and the ball shot back to face the door.

Caught off guard, and the distance was so close that it was difficult to dodge when he returned, he simply exhaled a breath and blew towards the ball.

Looking at the depth of the internal force that returned, the small ball turned instantly, and before Ni Broken Soul closed his mouth, the small ball reflected into his mouth again. At the same time, looking at the return, his figure flew upside down, and a loud sound sounded from Ni Broken Soul's mouth, and his entire body was instantly torn apart, and the stumps of flesh flew in the rain and mist.

At the moment when Ni Broken Soul's body burst, a figure hidden behind him also flew out. It's very fast. The figure is thin and hazy, like a faint watermark, and on this rainy day, people even suspect that the image is formed by raindrops.

Wanghui let out a howl, and his body shot through the wind and rain like an arrow to the thin figure, and his mouth shouted: "Where is the 'monster' running!"

The image made a childlike voice, but it was sharp and harsh.

"Hehe, the old madman has the ability to arrest me. If you can't catch me, you're a turtle bastard. ”

"What the hell are you?"

"You'll know if you catch me. ”

The other party let out a shrill mocking laugh.

This undoubtedly stimulates the return of hope even more. Just as Wanghui was about to catch up with that mysterious image, a figure suddenly appeared in the rain and fog on the left side of Wanghui, in the wind and rain.

It's a storm demon. The strange face of the Wind and Cloud Demon is even more hideous in the wind and rain. Seeing the murder of his brother's enemy, he let out a loud scream, and the robe on his body instantly swelled, and the whole person was like a big leather ball.

He slammed his palms and looked back. When he returned, he slapped his palms with one palm with his left hand, and a series of palm shadows on his right hand hit the Fengyun Demon. The Wind and Cloud Demon made a sound like a drum, as if it was beating on a cowhide drum. The Wind and Cloud Demon's body was unharmed. The palm power of the hope of returning was absorbed by his bulging robe.

And the palm power of the Wind and Cloud Demon was shocked, and his arms were a little numb.

The Wind and Cloud Demon was shocked by the return of the palm.

Fengyun Demon completely believed the report of his subordinates at this moment, and this crazy old man's martial arts were already terrifying and unbelievable.

The Wind Cloud Demon robe bulged out like a magical armor bodyguard, which made Wang Hui feel surprised.

This aroused Wang's belligerent heart even more, and he shouted: "What the hell are you kung fu, look at me to smash your 'skin'!"

And that thin image hides in the rain and suddenly floats in, and the image shoots a string of small balls like raindrops when it looks back. Wanghui lifted thousands of raindrops and smashed them into those small balls with his palm, and at the same time, he flew above the Wind Cloud Demon and slammed his palm on the Wind Cloud Demon's bulging robe. The head of the Storm Demon retracted into a robe bulging like a sphere, like the head of a turtle retracted into a hard shell. The bulging "sphere" of his robe trembled under the powerful palm force of his return.

At this time, when he returned, he suddenly heard Mu Yishuang screaming.

A cloud of smoke was covering Mu Yishuang at the moment. There was a faint flicker in the smoke. At the same time, there were shadows all around, and countless figures rushed in. In the rain, their figures were distorted and blurred. The weapon in his hand was even more distorted and blurred.

Mu Yi patted his horse and came back here. But the horse was shot down with a hidden weapon and fell to the ground. Mu Yishuang jumped off his horse and fought with the two enemies who pounced on him. She shouted as she looked back, "Come back and save me!"

When I returned, I remembered Mu Yishuang. He was about to save Mu Yishuang when the head of the Fengyun Demon suddenly stretched out of his robe, and he shouted loudly and attacked Wang's return. The strange image also took the opportunity to attack again and hope to return. This time, he returned from the hope and shot a few bright daggers. It's as if these swords were condensed by rain.

He returned furious, letting out a devilish chilling roar, and his eyes seemed redder. When he returned, his palms were pushed out together, and the overwhelming palm power set off layers of raindrops to attack the Fengyun Demon and the strange figure. Taking advantage of the opportunity for the two to dodge, they looked back and flew towards Mu Yishuang. The Storm Demon and the Phantom are in a hurry to return.

At the same time, the Storm Demon shouted, "Grab him!"

At the sound of an order, more than a dozen figures rose into the air. More than a dozen weapons flashed in the rain and struck at Wang's return. These people are using their lives to stop Wang's return.

The screams continued, the beard stood on end, and the rain around him flew to the sound of his shouts.

Looking back, he made a series of moves, and between the palms and shadows, the masters who blocked him kept screaming and falling from the sky, and the blood dissolved into the rain and sprinkled from the air. They landed and died, and their bodies fell to the ground splashing with mud and water.

When he returned, his body also fell to the ground, but he still couldn't rush over.

More people sacrificed their lives and forgot to die, hoping to return.

They are not unafraid of killing. But if they disobey the orders of the Wind and Cloud Demon, their fate is worse than death. Their families will also be implicated. So even if they are gods, they will kill a god!

At this moment, Wang returned and was surrounded by at least thirty people.

Moreover, these people are all elites of the "Mutian Sect"! Their martial arts are not comparable to those of the local sects. When he returned, he grabbed a knife and slashed left and right. Everywhere the sword light went, flesh and blood flew, and all kinds of cries sounded into a ball, and the scene was extremely tragic.

At this moment, the Wind Cloud Demon's body also fell and joined the battle group.

When I returned, I was entangled by everyone and couldn't get out.

And that cloud of smoke had enveloped Mu Yishuang.

At this critical juncture, a horse, already furious, whipped by its owner, neighed and rushed towards him. Several people tried to intercept the horse, but the sword shadow on the horse waved to repel the interceptor, and one of them couldn't dodge and was cut off by the scurrying sword light. The skull rolled into the muddy water, and its body spurted blood and waved its weapon in place......

The horse rushed towards the smoke screen, and Mu Yishuang still resisted desperately in the smoke screen.

Just when the horse was still two or three feet away from the smoke, the man on the horse swept up and rushed into the treacherous smoke.

Several screams rang out from within the smoke. The two bodies were also shaken out of smoke.

Then the man grabbed Mu Yishuang's waist in one hand and swept out of the smoke screen with a sword in the other.