The woman wears a matte silk bead embroidered gold silk thread skirt, a white jade inlaid emerald phoenix dragon belt, the hairpin is like azure and the point is blue, the ears are hung with quicksilver inlaid beads, a pair of embroidered shoes with gold threads and silver threads, surrounded by five-color peonies, luxurious and indescribable. The beautiful eyes are as clear as autumn water, delicate and white as clotted fat, the black thin eyebrows are slightly raised, and there is a faint brilliance throughout the body. Lei Xiaoyao saw that her appearance and outfit were different from before, but he could still tell that she was Le Lan.

Le Lan held a short piano in her arms, and her face was relaxed and calm, and the sound of killing turned into tangible sound waves, defusing one of Fang Shadow's attacks. However, his shirt was shattered on his left shoulder, and there were faint traces of blood oozing out, as if he had suffered a slight injury.

"The two mid-term demons also dared to sneak into the rear to die, and they also attacked the old lady, and immediately let the gods burst and commit suicide. Le Lan's face was slightly cold, and her right hand quickly plucked the strings, and immediately changed her tone.

"Zheng ——!" A piercing string sound suddenly sounded, and the two fangs immediately let out a strange sound, covering their heads with their left hands and showing pain, but they still did not stop attacking.

"The seventh chapter of "Ten Sounds of the Spirit" - Hades Banquet!"

The voice was cold and the tone was miserable, as if a demon was chewing on bone fragments, and it was as if a ghost was scratching a wall with sharp claws, and the surrounding wind suddenly became cold, and the temperature dropped sharply. Even the light dimmed, and there were faint cries of demons and ghosts, and even phantoms moved back and forth.

The two fangs were immediately overwhelmed, their bodies were a little sluggish, and even the accuracy of their attacks was affected. However, a pair of small blue eyes still flickered coldly, and they jumped up and slashed down with each low hiss.

Lei Xiaoyao saw that this woman did not suffer a loss, and began to carefully appreciate the other party's appearance, after nearly a hundred years, this girl seems to have matured a lot. The delicate body is more plump, and even a little fat, the originally fair cheeks are beginning to redden, and the cultivation is okay, and it seems that it has been twenty or thirty years since he stepped into the middle realm.

The woman suddenly hooked the strings with two fingers of her right hand, and two silver rays of light shot out quickly, and turned into Fang Tian's halberd, shooting at the fang shadow with a screaming sound. The two fangs immediately stopped attacking, and quickly swung their blades in front of them, forming layers of knife curtains in an attempt to block them, but they heard Le Lan smile coldly.

"Wanting to resist the old lady's Hades monster blade like this is just a dream. ”

As soon as the first two layers of knife curtains touched Fang Tian's painting halberd, they immediately disappeared, and the two fangs retreated like lightning, and a purple wooden plaque of a few feet appeared on their left claws at the same time. As soon as he threw it in front of him, it rose against the storm, turning into a wooden wall three or four feet thick and nearly a foot long, with three strange bouquets carved on it, and the buds swayed from side to side, rippling bursts of purple light.

"Burst ——!" Seeing this, Le Lan let out a cold shout, and the phantom of Fang Tian's painting halberd suddenly burst, completely defeating the knife curtain, and shooting out a thin white light from the middle, directly piercing the wooden wall. Immediately pierced it completely, shooting along the body of the fangs, the two shadows were immediately frightened, and twisted their bodies wildly in a scream, and finally dodged the fatal blow. But the left side of the crotch was still teased, and suddenly an inch-wide blood groove appeared, and blue blood immediately gushed out.

Le Lan was a little disappointed by this, and with a shake of her left hand, an extra golden string as thin as a hair appeared, and she pressed it heavily on the short instrument, and suddenly the whole body of the piano was brilliant. The momentum of the nearby void suddenly tightened, and an invisible coercion emanated from the body of the instrument, and the two fangs grabbed a small handful of black powder out of nowhere and slashed it on the wound.

In Lei Xiaoyao's surprised look, the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Le Lan took the opportunity to quickly throw a yellow pill the size of a bean into his mouth, as if he was going to exert some powerful magical powers.

Lei Xiaoyao suddenly looked at the sky in the distance, and you were having a silver-gray phantom flying quickly towards here, and it was actually a fang shadow again. Le Lan's aura was steadily rising, and her face had begun to flush, as if she was about to kill the two alien beasts with thunder, but she suddenly turned around and noticed movement in the distance. Gazing at it, the flower face suddenly changed sharply, and the shadow that came turned out to be a powerful guy in the later realm, and his face was difficult to look at, but the two fangs hissed happily, and the black blade was raised again.

The shadow was still dozens of miles away, and it hissed happily, followed by a burst of chirping, as if to express something. Then a powerful spiritual pressure erupted from his body, and a double-edged ghost-headed scimitar in his hand was raised high, and as it approached quickly, the coercion became stronger and stronger, and it was a high-grade magic weapon. Le Lan bit her silver teeth and held the short piano high above her head, the cloud robe fluttered without wind, and a three-foot-tall flowering tree appeared behind her, and countless flowers flickered.

Fang Shadow's double-bladed ghost-headed scimitar had been slashed down, and it let out a terrible roar wrapped in endless power, as if it was about to choose someone to devour. Just when Le Lan was desperate, a sudden change suddenly appeared, and the nearby dozens of miles were suddenly rendered by three dazzling colored bright lights, and then three yellow, red, and blue short swords were shot at their respective targets. The yellow short sword was as fast as lightning to meet the Devil's Head Scimitar, and a sharp blade flashed through the void, followed by a wailing sound. The scimitar was directly cut into two pieces, and the short sword was already in front of the late fang. The red and blue swords had already cut the two mid-stage fangs from their waists into two knots like chopping vegetables, and the miserable howl made Le Lan's face turn pale with fright, and then she was overjoyed.

In the later stage, Fang Ying was shocked but reacted quickly, and sacrificed three magic weapons in succession, which were a huge earthy yellow stone, a black lacquer book, and a strange octagonal wooden box. The short sword broke open the middle of the stone with a slight click, still stabbing at the black book, and the two outer two disappeared after achieving their purpose. Two black walnuts the size of a ping-pong ball suddenly flew out of the remnants of the mid-realm fang's shadow body, and they were about to flee to the west in a flash, and the sharp strings were plucked twice, and there was suddenly a pair of undead souls. In the later stage, Fang Shadow was already excited, and was replaced by endless fear, and sure enough, the sword light in the void on the left and right sides rose again, and the endless sharpness firmly locked on him.

Suddenly, the three short swords merged into one place, shooting a point of light at it and disappearing strangely, and the fang's shadow erupted in true silver-gray ripples all over its body with a terrible scream. However, all in vain, a large hole appeared in the already slender waist, and even the demon core could not escape. Everything happened in three breaths, and before Le Lan could recover from the horror, the three chaotic dazzling rays of light had disappeared without a trace. The neighborhood was empty, as if it hadn't existed.

"Quickly clean up the battlefield and evacuate, tell you how many times, you must not be alone. A hoarse, low voice rang out, and then there was no more sound.

"Yes! Thank you to the seniors for rescuing kindness, and the juniors can retreat. Le Lan immediately bowed deeply, and then swept away all the remnants of the three fangs, and quickly flew away towards the southern frontier, but his brows furrowed slightly.

'I've never heard such a voice, and when did the other party tell me not to go alone?'