Undoubtedly, the spirit sword is still needed to fight the demons.

In the moment of his own thoughts, somehow, those demons, as if they knew that they were armed with sharp weapons, avoided attacking others.

The red hair fluttered up, the teeth were grinning, and the fierce face was crazy and crazy, which made everyone highly nervous, after all, the situation was urgent. However, even if this is the case, we can't panic everyone, and it's not strange that there are many winds and waves, and we are used to it. It's a pity that no matter how desperately you fight, it will be useless and even hit the stone with an egg, and in the end, your life will be scattered on the spot.

Sure enough, those red-haired demons were entangled with everyone, and they were almost about to enjoy everyone as a good meal.

Xie Wanru was about to lose her support, and struggled desperately to get rid of it, but the thing bit her hair and pulled her hard, trying to drag her to a corner. I can't understand its intentions, I only know that Xie Wanru is dangerous. Fortunately, Koyoichiro was by her side and swung a few swords before the thing relented.

Each sword is very precise and hits. It's just that when they split it, it was like air, but fortunately, they let go and ran away.

Xie Wanru was attacked, Xia Shenxun was anxious, but there was no way to get out, so he had to have a chance to take a look and resist hard, in order to get out and save her. But she is also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, she is difficult to protect, there is no hope to save her, hope, she has her own heavenly appearance, and she turns evil into good fortune.

This situation cheered up the six gods of the white-clothed Langjun, and if they didn't make a move, everyone would definitely let them be eaten alive.

As soon as he thought of it, the spirit sword appeared, and quickly transformed into a net, smashing these demons one by one.

The white-clothed gentleman wants everyone to hold on, believing that they will defeat the demon.

Midoriho had been bitten by the demon on the shoulder, pulling her off to a corner.

The same technique, the same answer, you have to figure it out.

Guess, is it taken off to a certain place and eaten?

No, that's too simple. If so, why not solve it on the spot, and why do it so much? Obviously, there is a secret hidden.

At times of crisis, everyone always hoped that the spirit sword would appear to solve the crisis, and sure enough, the expectation was realized, and the spirit sword reappeared.

With the sword qi emitted by the spirit sword, those red demons were suddenly shocked and unable to gain a foothold, and then, bounced back, and were calmed again, staying motionless in the air, and then, with a loud bang, the ashes disappeared.

In an instant, it was restored to its original state.

Lu Feng felt that the numbness in his shoulders was getting worse and worse, and he couldn't even move, otherwise, half of his body would be uncomfortable, and then, the pain began.

Her demeanor is known to everyone, she is caring, and she is very worried.

Wang Xiuhong said in front of Lu Feng: "What's wrong? ”

After talking about the symptoms, Wang Xiuhong helped Lufeng to a place where she was separated from someone's ears, opened her shoulder and looked at it, she didn't know if she didn't see it, and she was startled when she saw it. The shoulders are red and swollen and blue, and it is clear that it is poisoned. Hurriedly took out the hundred poison pills and took them, hoping to dissolve the poison.

However, Lu Feng's face changed greatly, white and miserable, and sweating profusely, which was not right at all.

Wang Xiuhong hurriedly called the white-clothed Langjun over to take a look and said, "This poison is not a mortal thing, and the Hundred Poison Pill has no restraint on it. ”

How is this good?

I don't know why, Night Pearl said: "Master Mo Chou, isn't there still me." ”

yes, why did you forget about him? Quick, detoxify her.

Night Pearl jumped on the shoulder of the green phoenix, and then made it to the side of the wound, pressing it against the wound with his small pitiful hand.