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The eaves of Xuanying Village are overturned, the hanging corridor is encircled, and the felt cloth, thatch, red carpet, and vermilion hook are hung in the meantime, obviously giving birth to a grand wedding banquet. The wedding date of the leader of the Salt Gang is approaching, and it should be a peaceful scene, but the sword soldiers suddenly rose up and disturbed the cottage to a solemn killing.

The bandits of the Salt Gang showed a trend of hugging, surrounding Batu Mozhigen in the center of the formation, and the spears and halberds were overwhelming, and there was no gap, even if Batu Mozhigen's miraculous skills were world-famous, it was inevitable that he would be annihilated in the sea of human waves and swords.

He has been fighting for a long time, and he has been fighting extremely hard, but he is worried about Lian'er's safety, knowing that this move is extremely stupid, how can he defeat tens of thousands of brave generals of the Salt Gang with his own strength, not to mention that he is injured, and his skill is only thirty percent, thinking that this trip is dead or alive.

If it weren't for the Netherfire of the Red Flame Divine Palm that burned his memory, I am afraid that he would have been buried in the Phantom Forest and become a small speck of dust among thousands of bones.

Taichang helped up the hook array, and said before leaving: "In the Xiang Yu Temple, the predecessors spared my life, and now a life is worth a life, we don't owe each other! Lian'er has been captured by the big boss of Xuanying Village, at this time life and death are uncertain, ghouls are known to eat corpses, if you go late, I'm afraid you won't even see the bones." Lian'er is the person who the four gods want, and she must not die at the hands of others, not to mention that the salt gang is a forbidden place, and she can't do anything in her later life, so say goodbye from now on, and hope that her predecessors will cherish it!"

Tai often said very sincerely, Batu Mozhigen would rather believe that in fact, he knew that Lian'er was in trouble, how could he sit idly by? Without waiting for a respite, he searched all the way up and broke into the Xuanying Village alone.

I don't know why, Batu Mozhigen was restless when he thought of Lian'er smiling like a flower, at this time people were still in chaos, and he had already been stabbed several times when he was distracted, the cold blade cut through the flesh and skin, the hot heart and bones, and the blood was mixed with silk showers, soaking the purple feather Qiu Yu.

The ghoul was fat and covered with filth, which was already blue and black, but it was watered by the drizzle, showing a crimson color, and the fat belly was exposed, and the whole person was full of rotten flesh, and the smell was unbearable, as if it were swollen and disgusting.

Fan Jingshuo roared, his voice was thick enough to drink the stone, and said angrily: "Who pretends to be a ghost and doesn't show his true face? What does the little girl have to do with you, she can even ignore her own life? The more you snatch it like this, the more Fan will not pay it, how can you miss the opportunity for such a delicious taste, the little girl must be the thing in Fan's belly, what can you do to me?"

He didn't want to hurt Lian'er, but he expected that he must be a person with a great background, otherwise why would Yin Yang Liao be so entangled? He was thinking about offering Lian'er to the helper, but the situation was so serious, he was afraid that the sound of killing would disturb the gangmaster's dream, and if Dong Xiao was angry, his life would definitely be lost, so he provoked him with words, hoping that Batu Mozhigen would be able to retreat from the difficulty.

Purple Feather transformed into countless shadows and attacked the ghouls, Batu Mozhigen brandished the Serpent's Head Scepter, and the hurricane actually poured rain back into the sky, and the strong internal strength immediately scattered everyone.

Fan Jingshuo was shocked, seeing that Mo Yu was like a knife, whistling through more than 100 thick leather armor, bursting into bursts of scarlet blood mist in an instant, Mo Yu's strength did not decrease at all, and all of them gathered towards him, if he couldn't dodge, he would definitely be cut into minced meat.

"Sa...... Shaman Demon Method!Are you the queen of the Khitan wolf clan?" The ghoul stared roundly, flew to avoid the power of the ink feather, his round body was stranded in the air, the stump was hooked, swaggering in the rain, and the human eyes and Buddha beads hung down between his neck, exuding a foul smell.

Fan Jingxuan raised his arms above the top, clenching the three-foot white arm bone in his hand, which was so messy that it seemed to have just been withdrawn from his body, and the five fingers at the end of the bone were bent, polished extremely sharp, and he slashed straight down from the air in an instant.

The ink shadow carried a strong wind, blocking this volley blow, the snake-headed scepter was incomparably hard, only a loud bang was heard, hundreds of people were shocked to the long soldiers, everyone covered their buzzing ears again and again, and fell to their knees on the ground.

The five fingers touched the scepter, with a tendency to close, Batu Mozhigen did not retreat but advanced, before the five fingers clamped the scepter, he sent Fan Jingshuo out of Zhangxu, and said angrily: "Lian'er is a weak female stream, ignorant and cute, she doesn't know any martial arts, and she must be harmless to the rivers and lakes, why are you so persistent?"

Fan Jingshuo lost his center of gravity and retreated backwards at great speed, his heavy body was still in the air, and more than 20 chapped eyes strung up around his neck were actually looking at one place, but seeing a cold light flashing under the ghoul, there was immediately a bloody mark on Batu Mozhigen's neck, and the wound was closed before it was completely opened, and even blood did not flow.

Batumozhigen had not seen him, but had been wounded by vital wounds, and he felt that the wound was only more than an inch deep, cold at first, and then burning, and it must be a very fast, long, and thin sword to leave such a wound.

The night wandering god flew out from under the ghoul, wearing an ink-patterned red robe to show the dragon chapter and phoenix posture, holding a thin blade two people high in his hand, the blade handle was long, wrapped in red catties, the blade spine was narrow, as thin as a willow leaf, from beginning to end flashing with a melancholy cold light, unusually eye-catching, this blade is called killing the sky, it must be extremely sharp.

The long black hair poured down, and there was no taste of looseness and madness, but it looked elegant and elegant, like a scholar, and there was no banditry. He always exudes a woody fragrance different from the blue musk deer, his eyes are blue and clear, and the clouds are gradually closing in the evening, and the light sky is glazed, and he can look through the past and present lives.

The Night Wandering God stood still, his eyes smiling like a crescent moon, and he said slowly: "Those who can pass through the Phantom Forest alive in the world, except for the four gods of Yin and Yang Liao, the Emperor Shakti of the Heavenly Sect, and the Five Peerless Qin Doctors and Ghost Concubines, there are only the iron-faced priests of the Khitan!"

The ghost face drooped slightly, and then raised again, Batu Mozhigen looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and saw that he had fair skin, scarlet lips, and most of the people in the cottage were rough and strong men, or murderous and obscene people, such a handsome appearance was really rare, and he sighed unconsciously: "I can't imagine that there are still people in the Central Plains martial arts who recognize the old man, the little brother has good eyesight, I am Batu Mozhigen, the auxiliary national teacher of the Khitan." ”

I only heard a muffled sound, and the ghoul fell heavily to the ground, and then he was stunned and propped up with a broken arm, like a fat and festering centipede, and said angrily: "I still can't get rid of your hypocrisy, if you want to kill, you will kill, don't be polite to you!"

The speed of the night wandering god knife is extremely fast, and it is extremely difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, so before killing someone, you must first greet a few words, ask the identity and origin, otherwise you don't know who you killed, just the kung fu of drawing the knife, and the corpse that is no longer bloody and painless is divided into two sections.

He arched his hand horizontally, looking extremely humble, the corners of his eyes rose slightly, his azure blue pupils complemented the bewitching eye shape, and he leaned over and smiled: "The late born has self-knowledge, and it is a fluke to hurt the seniors in the chaotic army, how can he try to shake the power of heaven and earth with the power of the mayfly?

Han Fan has always been wrong-mouthed, his appearance seems modest, but in fact he is extremely cruel, there is a hidden damage in his words, he stands the Heaven Slaying Blade on his chest, his wrists are straight, he is always vigilant, his body exudes a cold killing intent, and his eyes are as solemn as cold stars.