Zhang Shiyan stood with a knife in front of him with both hands, his eyes were slightly closed, and his whole body was full of Tai, the taste was indescribably wonderful, all the noise, prick thoughts, all disappeared, as if he was wandering outside the world, free and detached, and suddenly laughed after a while, for the first time in a long time, he was so happy, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that there were four old women in the cave, and the danger had not passed, and the joy in his heart faded again.

The old woman on crutches inspected the corpse of the fourth child and turned to Zhang Shiyan and said: "Good boy, it is not a loss to be a member of Yan Pomen, and his martial arts are very evil. ’

After Zhang Shiyan took the pill, his confidence skyrocketed, and after the dripping battle just now, the knife in his hand now trembled slightly, exuding a one-foot-long quiet sword, and he wanted to try the strength of this old monster.

Uncle Seven's face became ugly, knowing that this old monster was about to do the trick, and he couldn't escape! In a blink of an eye, he saw that the kid was happy and self-satisfied, and he didn't want him to die so soon, so he reminded: 'Don't be complacent, kid, you are not facing an ordinary old demon, your little cultivation is not enough for her to stuff her teeth, don't be entangled with her life, if you can't beat him, run away!'

The old woman on crutches suddenly burst out with a murderous aura, her old face was hideous, her fangs were wrong, and she opened her bloody mouth: "You three go and take down the dolls of the Yuncang Sect for the old body!" The three black-robed old women behind her immediately rushed towards the monks of the Yuncang Sect.

Zhang Shiyan didn't dare to be distracted to look at the battle situation on the monk's side, only to see the old woman on crutches move, it was a black fog churning, as fast as meteors flying clouds, when the hood came, as soon as he smelled the black fog, he was dizzy, Zhang Shiyan's heart tightened, he immediately held his breath, luck turned from the outside to the inside, and slashed into the black fog, the cyan knife entered the black smoke, like a clay like a mud tan, and it was difficult to hinder the advance, Zhang Shiyan shouted, and forced all the blood in his body into the knife, and the long-handled green knife got so much blood, and the Qingyu knife skyrocketed and split the black mist.

The old woman on crutches showed her background, and he smiled strangely: 'The kid is good, he has good skills, and he has a taste of the old body's lonely crutches.' Zhang Shiyan has always thought that the cultivation of this leading old woman must be very high, and the face-to-face confrontation in this life is like being in a tsunami, the old woman's demonic spirit is rushing wave after wave, and the spirit of the rush is scattered, the chest is suffocated, and the throat is fishy.

The old woman pressed the crutch with one hand, looked at the difficulty he endured, and asked with a strange smile: "How does this stick taste?" ’

Zhang Shiyan is desperately resisting his stick, listening to the old woman say this, he was shocked in his heart, he was angry, he took a big gulp of blood, he couldn't resist the old woman's stick, and flew out, the old woman didn't spare the stick to keep up, the more between life and death, the more sober the consciousness, Zhang Shiyan held back the blood to vomit, and took advantage of the strength of the back flight, so that the wild dragon went to sea to avoid the stick that the old woman received, Zhang Shiyan's body suddenly crashed into the stone wall, and the blood that he had just held back vomited out, and he didn't have time to exhale the pain, so he immediately stood up to see where the old witch was.

The old woman saw Zhang Shiyan spitting blood from her mouth, shaking, proud in her heart, and a strange smile appeared on her face, and her mouth kept giggling, "Let you cultivate the evil skills of Yan Pomen, after all, it is still too tender, it seems that the old body will take good care of your doll." ’

Zhang Shiyan was on guard, not wanting to hear a loud shout, "Aoki Shu Demon Technique!" I only heard Uncle Seventh shouting: 'I used a spell to freeze them, and the kid is still running.' ’

Zhang Shiyan saw in a blink of an eye that the seventh uncle had already set up a sword and escaped with a sword light, and where were the three old women, and he secretly knew in his heart that he was not the old woman's opponent, so he fled quickly before the effect of this medicine.

'Little doll, you think you can escape from the palm of your old hand. "It's just that the four old women have woken up in a few breaths, and as soon as the three old women wake up, they chase after the seventh uncle.

Seeing that he had lost the opportunity to escape, Zhang Shiyan calmed down again, silently transported the determination of the body and body, and the blood and qi swam away again, Zheng, the green and dark long knife shook slightly, shouted, spit out the turbidity in his chest, and his heart was agitated, even if he wanted to die, he had to fight happily like just now, and each of the seven demon knives and eighteen potentials was waved out without leaving any room for it.

The knife is tangible, the meaning is invisible, although the Seven Demon Demon Knife moves are powerful, but Zhang Shiyan has cultivated for half a moment after all, it is easy to understand the meaning of the knife, and it can only be in the shape of a knife, sending out the greatest power.

The old woman giggled and wandered between the cracks of the knife, and from time to time raised the stick to strike, and the strength of each stick was very exquisite, neither killing nor making him feel better, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Zhang Shiyan was angry in his heart, every stick of the old woman made her true qi run poorly, every move was held to her throat, and she had to take it back, and the true qi that came back hit her internal organs, and the qi and blood in her chest tumbled, and she swallowed back almost vomiting blood. The eighteen-style is hard to make every time there is half a piece of the old woman's clothes.

'The little doll has exhausted all its tricks, it's time to get old. As soon as the words fell, the black fog rose, Zhang Shiyan didn't have time to dodge, he was covered in the black fog, the black fog was ghostly, the wind was fierce, and it was blowing on the body, like a thousand knives, the flesh and skin were flying, the flesh and blood were blurred, Zhang Shiyan was powerless to split the black fog, and he was rambling around, but the black fog followed like a shadow.

The black fog scraped his eyes, scraped off the flesh and skin on his face, and the red blood trickled out from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, merging into the flesh and blood of his face, and was blown into the black fog by the yin wind.

At first, you can endure it lightly, until your eyes are blind, and you can't see it around, like a flat boat floating in the raging tsunami on a dark stormy night, lonely, fearful, scared, trembling, and the heart collapses instantly, and the pain is like a tsunami coming from the darkness to gather a little in the brain, breaking that nerve, and exploding in an instant, Zhang Shiyan raised his head and roared, venting, roaring~~'

The old woman on crutches removed the black fog and saw that Zhang Shiyan, who was drenched in blood, had already roared hoarsely, rolled silently on the ground, raised his head and screamed: 'Quack, no matter how majestic Yan Pomen is, the old body will still be killed when he is still alive!'

When the old woman laughed, she saw a corpse suddenly flying in front of her, she was shocked, she slashed at the crutch, and she didn't think that three more bodies flew in, and the momentum was too fast, and the old woman vomited blood when she was knocked out, and she saw that it was the three weasel corpses that were chased out, and the old woman was furious and screamed: "Who is the person who came, and dared to kill the old man." ’

I saw a short black shadow showing a vague outline in the black mist, wearing a black robe, and countless ghosts struggling around them, their faces were hideous, painful, distorted, like weeping and wailing, the man laughed strangely, and his voice was like a night cat crying: 'I have heard you insult Yan Pomen from afar, so I came to see what dared to insult you. ’

The old woman was furious, and the crutch in her hand grew into a seven-foot scythe as cold as a hook and giggled: "I want the life of the old body, wishful thinking." Swing pounced.

The ghost in the fog scolded, 'I don't know what is good. I saw a terrible ghost wailing in the fog, surrounding the old woman, tearing and claws everywhere.

The old woman's sickle flew around to harvest the lives of the ghosts, and suddenly the dwarf acted like a phantom, screaming: "Xuanyin is black, the secret demon is psychic, and the soul is hooked." ’