"Alas, boy, you have this little aura, it's too bad. The blue-faced beast felt the pitiful spiritual power coming from its body and said disappointedly.

"Day, I don't think you're good, you still dislike me, what time is this, what nonsense, since you show up now, there must be some intentions, if I die, you have no idea to fight. Zhang Shiyan's face turned pale and said angrily.

"Hehe, you kid is very clever, the ancestor doesn't care about your kid, watch the ancestor show you his hands. After finishing speaking, the blade of the blue-faced beast flicked slightly, the ghostly light soared, and a flood of ancient aura violently stirred out.

When did everyone feel this breath, their hearts were suddenly swept away, as if they had come to another ancient and wild world, surrounded by thousands of large and small desolate beasts, bursting breath, again and again again to rush everyone weak and careful, and it would be wiped out at any time.

A terrifying feeling poured into Zhang Shiyan's whole body, and something occupied his body!

Zhang Shiyan struggled to sense his fingertips, trying hard to drive it, desperately trying to evoke all kinds of sensations, including pain, nausea, and nausea,,,

Although the mind is clear, but the body has been controlled by the blue-faced beast, and it is clearly felt that the body is swinging around with a knife, which is really not a taste, but there is nothing to be done.

Seven Demon Knife Eighteen Styles, the autumn wind swept the leaves, and the green ghost knife qi gushed out, condensing into hundreds of zhang of size blue-faced flood beasts, with a monstrous momentum, roaring straight towards the ghost king.

The second child in the green shirt had lost his mind, the ghost king was uncontrollable, and when he saw such a powerful sword qi, he was also afraid, and suddenly spewed out a thick breath of evil qi, turning into countless little ghosts, densely gathered together, forming a huge shield in front of him.

Just listening to the bang, countless little ghosts flew into annihilation, instantly slashing through the body of the ghost king, and the ghost king wailed, and his whole body became gloomy.

Zhang Shiyan, who was already weak, spat out a mouthful of blood again, and the blue-faced beast couldn't help but be surprised: "You are weaker than I thought, it seems that I am going to fight quickly." ”

Seven Demon Knife Eighteen Styles, Lazy Dragon Probing Claws, the same move, under the manipulation of the blue-faced beast, the power is huge, Zhang Shiyan's thin body is weirdly bent, the long knife stretches out, and the strength of the whole body is pressed on the toes, I don't know if it is a person who drives the knife or a knife holder person, like a streamer penetrating the ghost king, the ghost king let out a sharp scream, and said angrily: "Boy, you completely angered me." ”

Without waiting for the ghost king to go crazy, the mutation was born again, the sword was restrained, and it turned into a chaotic ancient flutter, and the ghost king's body suddenly rotated strangely, just like a whirlpool, and was sucked into the knife body.

Everything became calm, and Zhang Shiyan regained the initiative in his body, but he had also lost the strength of his whole body.

The senior brother of the palace supervisor was the first to recover his mind, and he was also shocked into a cold sweat, and he pondered for a while: "What is the origin of this knife, it has such a wild atmosphere, it seems that the origin of this knife is extraordinary." ”

With a cold snort, everyone regained their senses, and they all had palpitations, but they were afraid that if it was half a minute late, they would never come back to their senses.

"Are you still alive?" The deep voice revealed a faint sense of resistance, and the skull shook slightly, and the chest and abdomen trembled when he heard it, and the senior brother of the palace supervisor said coldly.

"Am I supposed to die?" Zhang Shiyan couldn't help but be a little amused when he heard what he said.

The senior brother of the palace supervisor snorted coldly, and his voice was already beside Zhang Shiyan, Zhang Shiyan's face changed color in shock, and he instinctively swept back his arm, but his whole body was powerless.

There was a sneer in his ears, and his wrist hurt, and he was suddenly stopped by a cold and soft big hand, which had no strength in his palm, but he easily dodged the blue-faced beast.

"Fuck, I robbed Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu didn't want it even if he tried his best, and he wouldn't give it to you easily. Zhang Shiyan was really uncomfortable with this feeling of powerlessness, he didn't want to go down again, and said angrily.

The mental method was running at full strength, squeezing the last trace of aura in his body, and the blood in his whole body also flowed rapidly, and the body's reaction seemed to recover a lot, he felt that he moved his fingers, as if there was an image shaking in front of him, but there were some things that blocked his consciousness and perception, and did not let what he saw and what he thought correlate.

Just before he was about to get up, his neck tightened, the collar was lifted, and a gust of wind hung noodles, Zhang Shiyan opened his eyes and looked.

Two hours is not complete