And the other party seems to feel that there is no point in camouflage. I saw it tear it off its face with its hand, as if it had taken off its human skin mask, and instantly turned into a pale ghost.

The demon had long hair and a shawl, bared fangs, nails as long as daggers on his hands, and a pale and blue face.

Shen Shi narrowed his gaze after just one glance, and whispered: "Painted skin ghost, it's still the old version of painted skin!"

"Give me your heart, give it to me!" After the painting ghost appeared in its original form, it flew towards Shen Shi suddenly.

The painted skin ghost in the old version is a man, but his voice is a woman, compared with Zhou Xun's version of the glamorous painted skin, he is so ugly that he is at his grandmother's house.

"But why did it take on its original form? What did it (Bai Zu) really want to express? Express that it can read its own heart, or is this dream not what I think, it is not just my dream? Try it, and you'll know. ”

With a backhand grab, the two spirit runes were taken out by Shen Shi and directly attached to the blade of the sword, and the starting hand was a sweeping army.

As soon as the skin ghost's hands touched the blade of the knife, it was directly bounced out, and at the same time, the spirit rune pasted by Shen Shi also had a fireless spontaneous combustion.

Shen Shi narrowed his eyes.

"Eat me with a sword!" Shen Shi blessed the long knife with his true qi, and the half-meter-long pale cyan sword swept out.

The painted skin ghost plucked the onion on the dry ground, smashed through the window and flew out.

At the same time, Shen Shi's sword slashed into the wall, and in the splash of stone and wood, the entire western wall did not exist.

"Demon, where to go!" Shen Shi tapped his toes on the ground, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the flying sword fell under his feet, flying and chasing out.

In this gap, Bai Yutang also reacted, and he flew faster than the flying sword with light skills.

It looks like Bai Yutang's dream again.

"Die!" Bai Yutang didn't say a word, raised his sword and stabbed. The sword made an astonishing sword sound.

But it didn't have any effect, and a large crater of more than five meters exploded on the ground, and the painter stood in the middle of the pit, as if he had not received any damage.

"This is not Bai Yutang's dream. Shen Shi frowned, if it was Bai Yutang's dream, then it shouldn't be like this. Bai Yutang should definitely hurt him.

"The sword is endless. ”

Shen Shi's flying sword, one turned into three, blessed with runes and cinnabar, breaking through the air.

This is not Shen Shi's exercise, this is Shen Shi's temptation. Because if this was not Shen Shi's dream, nor was it Bai Yutang, then the lethality of their own exercises would have little to do with the exercises themselves. Rather, it has to do with the dreamer's cognition.

The painted skin ghost laughed and struck down the flying swords one by one with his claws.

Judging from Shen Shi's position, every time the Painted Skin Ghost dropped a flying sword, he would take a step back, and green smoke continued to rise from his claws.

The dreamer seems to believe in the power of the flying sword, but has more confidence in the Painted Ghost.

Since three swords are not good, then more, ten thousand are good.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

Shen Shi's hand rubbed, and on his hand, around him, one flying sword after another continued to appear.

Ding Ding Ding!

Under the command of Shen Shi, the flying sword continued to shoot at the painted skin ghost, but this time the flying sword only reflected the power of steel, and there was no metaphysical bonus.

Is this beyond the dreamer's knowledge?

Shen Shi didn't wait for all the flying swords to land, stepped on the flying sword with his right foot, and his body instantly rose again, and he shouted in a low voice: "Prajna Luomi, the flying dragon is in the sky, the mighty heavenly dragon!"

A sword fell from the sky and turned into a dragon, a multicolored golden dragon.

Shen Shi does not practice Buddhism, but he is ...... As long as it is a Chinese person, there should be fear. And this fear in a dream is the power of invincible and invincible.

Shen Shi didn't fall, he was watching the power of the dragon form.

In the face of the falling dragon, the Paintskin Ghost could only raise his hands, and his blue and purple nails were like daggers, crossed together to block the top of his head.

Rumble!

With a roar, the dragon qi directly hit the past, and with the impact of the dragon qi, the golden dragon qi actually turned into a Buddha power golden light and erupted out.

Looking at the painted skin ghost being illuminated by the golden light of the Buddha, it was like a snowman seeing the sun, and his whole face began to melt, and yellow liquid continued to drip out.

It is clear that this is the dream of a Buddhist believer. In other words, this will not be Shen Shi's dream, nor Bai Yutang's, nor Han Zhang's. In other words, Bai Zu's supernatural power has made more people in.

Don't forget, their battle was in Bianjing. Even if it was just where they were, how many people would there be?

"Ha!" When Shen Shi was distracted, the painted skin ghost suddenly opened his mouth and squirted, accompanied by the smell of blood, and black blood pillars sprayed towards Shen Shi.

Shen Shi instantly drew his sword back, and danced the hilt of the sword like a windmill, resisting the black pillar of blood.

Three seconds later, the pillar of blood disappeared, and Shen Shi took back the flying sword to see that the flying sword was full of potholes, mixed with a dizzying fishy smell.

Obviously, this is the judgment of the dreamer about him - although the flying sword is good, it is not as good as the Dharma.

"Boy, I'll be back!" the Paintboy laughed and flew deep into the forest.

Shen Shi didn't want him to go, so he quickly turned into a bottle of black dog blood and poured it on the blade of the sword without looking at it.

"Go!" the sword flew again. If this black dog blood is effective, it can prove that it is indeed a Bianjing person who is dreaming.

The Painted Skin Ghost heard the sound of the wind and grabbed back, grasping the blade of the sword with both hands, as if he had caught a soldering iron, and the hot skin and flesh were churning.

Seeing that the black dog's blood was really effective, Shen Shi no longer recited any Buddhist scriptures, and stretched out his hand to point at the flying sword, and the flying sword pushed the painted skin ghost to fly deep into the forest.

Don't forget, it's not important to know who is dreaming, it's important to compete and control the dream. In other words, whoever the dreamer prefers, then this bonus is definitely not small.

Operate, adapt. Let him adapt to his own strength and re-recognize his own strength.

flew out dozens of meters in a row, and Shen Shi's wrist flipped and clicked in the air, but his heart hit the hilt of the sword hard.

Sou!

The dreamer approves. The flying sword sped up violently, breaking through the ghost's hands and stabbing into his body, carrying him to the ground.

Shen Shi used the cloud ladder again in the air, the whole person volleyed one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and his head slapped downward: "Donkey Kong Mudra!"

It's like raising livestock, and when people respond, of course they have to reward them. And for a Buddha believer. What kind of reward is more powerful than your own beliefs?

Rumble!

With the blessing of the dreamer's mental power, the Vajra palm turned into a golden handprint three meters wide, and shrouded the painted skin ghost in the air.

A roar sounded, and waves of air blew.

This time, it's really hard not to die. Because it's no longer its home turf.

Shen Shi somersaulted again, floating backwards seven or eight meters in the air, and a flying sword appeared under his feet to support it.

In the eye, the position of the painted skin ghost is already a piece of blood, and it is obvious that it has lost in the blessing of this human heart.