"It's not good, it seems that something is affecting my sanity!" Among the people present, after all, it is still Hill's realm mana that is the most superb, and he also has insight into the rules of the operation of everything, although he is also dazzled and dizzy at the moment, but after all, he still retains a trace of clarity, so as not to be filled with that violent feeling. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It can't be that old boy just left, I made a mistake here, how can this be reasonable, this is simply deliberately giving me a problem!" Ciel's heart was broken, and a painful feeling spread from his mouth all over his body, and blood trickled down his mouth.

This is good, the feeling of pain suddenly overcame the violent note, so that Ciel's mind was completely sober, but he was also depressed in his heart, didn't he just let himself sober up from the pain, as for biting so hard, couldn't he get along with himself?

After sobering up, Hill found that this scene was already surprisingly weird. The people present can be regarded as the masters of this world, and they can be stomped and trampled to death everywhere. But this is the kind of person who is now fighting each other with red eyes and gritting his teeth, like a reckless man, completely forgetting the Dao magic power he knows. What kind of cultivator, such a brawl, and how much difference is there between the stalker on the street?

The only one who was awake was Hill, who had paid the price of pain, and the other was the opposite, the yellow robe, with his hair tied back, and a serious rakshasa.

For the rumors of this rakshasa, Hill has not heard less. Among the three apprentices of the reincarnation master, the most famous is the great apprentice resentful spirit, and it is also the rumored one with the most profound mana, who once faced the ancient Buddha Vaishava who had shaken the Buddhist gate. The second is the three apprentices Jiuyou, although the strength is a little worse in comparison, but over the years, under her silver wire, I don't know how many heads of masters of various sects and factions have been cut, and the deterrent power is not ordinary.

But there is only this second apprentice Rakshasa, the more famous battle is to fight with the Buddha to defeat both defeats, usually more low-key than those lay hermits, almost can't hear his name.

Before thinking about it, this guy was at the peak level of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and at best, his combat power was a little higher, reaching the point of entering the quasi-saint for the first time. But now it seems that I am afraid that this person is either hidden deeply, or has made great progress in recent days.

Using that kind of supernatural power to his eyes, Hill seemed to see countless evil spirits beside everyone present, constantly pointing fingers and guiding these people to fight each other. The boundless resentment emanating from these demons makes even people like Hill who are accustomed to seeing big scenes gasp, how far does it take to make these resentments take shape, and still have the wisdom to tempt others?

One by one, the black qi led the every move of these evil ghosts. The source of this black qi is not the earth-shattering ghost god that Hill imagined, but just a scimitar that seems to be extremely ordinary and has no characteristics.

The silver light, reflected by the blade of the scimitar, emitted a terrifying light that was eye-catching and mind-striking. This simple and simple scimitar, like a guy who is good at telling right and wrong, constantly tempts the greed and anger in everyone's hearts, and constantly induces their negative emotions.

"Good ability, good ability, that reincarnation Dao master actually taught such a good apprentice, presumably the strength of His Excellency Rakshasa is even more than that. Determined, Hill suddenly lost his mind about this battle. That fat and thin is hard enough to deal with, and if you add this mysterious rakshasa, it's even harder to say.

Seeming to be quite surprised that Hill was able to break through the temptation of evil spirits, Rakshasa's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal, his face was like frost, exuding a cold air.

"Hill of the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace, I've heard that you are very strong, very strong. Word by word, he solemnly said these few words, which is enough to show that Rakshasa attaches great importance to Hill. At this moment, his scimitar was already across his chest, and his eyes were fixed on the constantly shaking quill in Hill's hand, which could be slashed at any moment.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, although this guy's moves are weird, but they don't distinguish between the enemy and me, even the dead fat man and the thin monkey are tempted, so it has helped me a lot. If you just capture him first, all problems can be solved. I don't know how many thoughts flashed through my mind, and Hill made up his mind, no matter what, this first battle must be absolutely fought, otherwise he will lose face.

"Strong, you are also strong, very strong, very strong!" There was a sentence of the Rakshasa continued to rip the skin, taking advantage of the cover of the night dark and windy, Hill's quill pen did not know when it had pointed out more than nine hundred lights and shadows, each of which seemed small, and I didn't know how much power it contained.

For this hand, Rakshasa had already taken precautions, and the strange scimitar suddenly pulled out of the scabbard, and directly drew a large circle in the air, blocking all the pen style at all.

However, Hill didn't know how many years he had been a demon god, and he didn't know how long he had been practicing the kung fu on that quill, and how could he be able to stop it so easily? Rakshasa only felt a faint pain in his right hand wielding the knife, and even a little numb, and the whole person couldn't help but take a small step back.

"It's funny! Where is this strength at the peak of Da Luo Jin Xian? If you can take my pen style, at least you are all masters of the Ming realm. Perverted, perverted, there are three quasi-saints of the Ming Realm here, let me make a wool yarn alone?!" He began to scold angrily in his heart, and Hill even regretted the Haikou he had boasted about in front of Mu Ran before. He is not the strongest quasi-saint, let alone the kind of reincarnation Dao master who is so strong that he is perverted, it is no problem to fight one against one, and there may be a little chance with one against two, and with one against three, how to say? It stands to reason that he can run as far as he can.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fat and thin were not fully sobered up, Hill didn't plan to give Rakshasa any chance, and he walked behind Rakshasa in a flash, and the quill pen lightly pointed out at Rakshasa's heart, and a sharp sword light suddenly came out of the quill pen, and it seemed that he would not give up until he stabbed the other party's heart.

"It's really troublesome, if you hadn't let these resentments out, the power of the demon wouldn't have dropped so low. Now this guy has nothing to do, but he has trapped the two of Pig Dolphin and Bottis, no, if it goes on like this, he will definitely not be able to defeat this guy, so let's come back!" Even Rakshasa and Ciel didn't see that the demonic scimitar under the moonlight actually showed a light purple light on the blade.

Seeing that the other party had disappeared, Rakshasa didn't think much about it, and his instinct to fight made him backhand a knife backwards. Sure enough, the sharp edge struck from behind, impartially, and was just blocked by his knife.

This time, the two were evenly matched, neither of them retreated a little more than the other, each of them drifted back more than half a step, looking at each other vigilantly.