"I’m going to lose"
Seeing this, Ning Caichen lightly sighed that Xiahou was not weak and the sword master Jian Xiu was also the most powerful among many monks, but he could see that Yan Chixia’s strength was higher than Xiahou’s. This is a battle that has long been doomed to see Yan Chixia fly into a castle.
"Boom!"
Xiahou flew to the pavilion and waved a sword light more than 20 meters long, which almost split the pavilion into two halves, and sawdust flew around.
"Ha … dang … snow …"
Finally, Yan Chixia rushed out of a dark corner of the attic and even made two swords. The first sword was blocked by Xiahou, but the second sword cut a blood hole in Xiahou’s right shoulder.
"Brother Xiahou, you lost all these years. You and I fought for thirteen years, and you lost thirteen years, but you are quite patient. You will chase me wherever I avoid."
Two people fall to the ground is relatively YanChiXia holding a sword tip pointing to me was lifted.
"Yan Chixia never thought that Lanre Temple not only didn’t poke your spirit, but also sharpened your sword."
Xiahou’s face was cold and his eyes were gloomy. The tip of the sword also pointed to Yanchixia, but the momentum did not give in.
"No, it’s that you’re too hot to get in and out of the sword quickly, but you’re not allowed to sharpen your edge, too competitive, too unpredictable … you have another problem, too utilitarian, and you’ve lost a swordsman. You should have a sword."
"Yanchixia I’m here to play with you, not listen to your reason … you …"
Xiahou was furious when he lost his sword, and now he is still listening to Yan Chixia’s long speech, and his nose is crooked when his elders teach his younger generation a lesson.
"Hehe, it’s just a contest. The two of you will hurt the gas."
At this time, Ning Caichen jumped from the roof and walked beside them.
Brother Ning, Xiahou recognized Ning Caichen.
"Brother Xiahou meets again"
Ning Caichen came to me with the fuels on foot and then looked at Yanchixia and found that the latter frowned and looked at his fuels-
"This must be Yan Daochang. Ning Caichen has met Yan Daochang."
Say hello to Ning Caichen looked at Yan Chixia’s big eyes, which are ordinary but distinctive and easy to identify. Yan Chixia also looked at Ning Caichen’s eyebrows slightly wrinkled-
"You look like a student."
What do you mean, like a life? I’m a life, okay?
I came to Yanchixia to wake Ning Caichen up from here, but I felt the strength of Ning Caichen, and he swallowed his words, but I still woke up-
"It’s dangerous here. If it’s nothing, don’t stay here."
……
"Hum" See Yan Chixia, Xiahou is cold hum. If you look at a person who is unhappy, no matter what he says or does, you will make yourself unhappy. Now Xiahou is this feeling. Seeing Yan Chixia, you just get angry, out of sight, out of mind, and you are too lazy to say more about Ning Caichen holding the fuels. Just turn around and leave here …
Xiahou left here with two people, Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen. Some of them rolled up and the leaves fluttered all over the sky for a while. Yan Chixia looked at Ning Caichen with a wrinkly eyebrows-
"Why don’t you go?"
"I’m going to stay here tonight."
"inconvenient"
"Thank you, Yan Daochang, but I don’t think anything in this Lanre Temple can resist me."
"Hum … since …"
Yanchixia snorted and turned away without saying much.
"I’m leaving."
Ning Caichen face a slight ash then smiled wryly. He found that this Yanchixia was really difficult to get along with. No wonder he wanted to avoid the world.
See YanChiXia left Ning Caichen also turned to me from the direction of chasing to because of no accident according to the plot to me will die old demon hand for me, he has his own plan in mind, this is a strength fighters look around the world is also a first-class strong, if you can return to people is definitely a big boost.
Chapter 9 Old Demon
Jathyapple Xingxi Lanruo Temple is particularly quiet and cold at night. The strong wind whistling outside makes a whining sound like a spectre crying. Leaves are blown around, and the paper on the window makes a "snapping" sound, just like knocking on the window.
House oil lamps, candlelight and yellow light will light up the house. Yan Chixia is dressed in black with a sword, a sword box and a blue light. This is his life alone. Yi Deng has been in Lanre Temple for several years. Some people complain that God is unfair and people are sinister. They complain that the court is fatuous and ignorant of the sufferings of the people, but he chose to avoid the world. Lanre Temple, a place far away from the world, has not so many Jianghu grievances and no people’s intrigue. Although evil is rampant, it is a simpler position.
"Dang dang dang dang …"
I don’t know when a whole ringing bell suddenly sounded outside, ringing in my ears and following the wind.
"It’s getting dark and the old monster is out again." Yan Chixia said to himself with his eyes open, but then his face changed. "It’s not good for Brother Xiahou and that student."
……
"ah! ——”
At the same time, a shrill scream sounded at the edge of a small river pool in the east of Lanre Temple.
"Too bad it’s too late."
Ning Caichen’s face changed when he heard it. It was Xiahou Yin’s body leaping from the Woods like a swallow’s hands leaping from the hill. He saw a scarlet tongue sticking out of Xiahou’s mouth. Xiahou’s body was also visible to the naked eye. The speed changed, like flesh and blood were smoked, and all the flesh was suppressed. Finally, the body was covered with a layer of skin and skeleton.
"whew!"
Seeing this, Ning Caichen was furious and got to know me. I didn’t expect to attract each other, but I was killed by a tree demon. Although I followed him as soon as possible, it was still late. He was so angry that he didn’t even think about it. A bow and arrow broke out in his hand and was aimed at me like a sculpture, and he shot at me in the mouth and tongue.
"Snow … ah …"
Silver-white arrows shoot directly into the red tongue like a meteor, just like sulfuric acid falling backwards. You can see that the red snake head emits white smoke. That piece of tongue is directly corroded and melted into blood and blood. Just Yang has a natural restraint for ghosts. This blow makes the old demon eat pain, and the remaining tongue directly breaks and shrinks back with a piercing scream.
"Brother Xiahou"
Ning Caichen’s face turned a little ugly when he ran to Xiahou, so Xiahou was dead and became a stinky skin, with a skeleton and shriveled skin, which was sucked dry by the old demon.
"How dare you mess with me if I don’t come to you?"
Around the tree demon, the voice is hoarse and harsh, and it’s hard to hear. It’s obviously angered by Ning Caichen’s just arrow
"What if I annoy you?"
Ning Caichen cold hum came to him to attract me, but he was killed by a tree demon, which made him angry.
"Then you can go to hell."
"Psst … psst … sand-sand-…"
Ning Caichen’s fire tree demon is even more furious. It is going to solve Xiahou’s attack on Ning Caichen first. In its eyes, Ning Caichen is also his prey and food, but now he is injured by his prey. It’s almost unreasonable that a huge bright red tongue rushes out of the Woods and shoots at Ning Caichen!
"Sword to" Ning Caichen’s face was crisp and he drank a lot. The flying sword in his hand waved out the sword light and soared into a silver-white giant sword with a length of more than 40 meters. "Chop!"
"dang! ….. Boom … "
In the end, the sword light collapsed like a split steel. Ning Caichen’s body shook and flew out more than 20 meters before he could hold his own.