Su County Yin's men reacted very quickly, dodging or blocking with their weapons. However, the ink seemed to be spiritual, and would continue to chase people even if they escaped.

"The scroll is weird, Sun Chao, Wang Han, you two go attack that painting." Su Jingcheng narrowly avoided the ink and spoke quickly. Hearing this, the only two masters of Jinjin Realm in the courtyard rushed towards the scroll.

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The two of them slashed at the scroll with knives. The internal energy gathered on the blade, and the illusory scroll seemed to be real. The sword collided with the scroll, making two crisp sounds. The scroll shone brightly, and an ink-colored man appeared from the scroll.

The man let out a shrill roar, and his hands transformed into two swords made of ink, slashing at Sun Chao, Wang and Han respectively. They were shocked and hurriedly blocked the attack with their swords. Although they blocked the attack, they were attacked by a huge force.

The force came and the two of them flew out.

The two stood up at the same time. One of them had a look of horror on his face. The black-colored man had already reached him and stabbed the man in the chest with his sword. He could no longer dodge, so he could only slash at the black-colored man with one knife, hoping to make the other person afraid of avoiding him and try to escape.

opportunity.

Unexpectedly, the ink-colored man did not dodge, and rushed towards him a little faster. The ink sword pierced his chest. He only felt the biting coldness traveling in his body, and his life was quickly lost. His eyes widened unwillingly.

He died on the spot.

Although his knife struck the dark-colored man and passed through the dark-colored man's body, the dark-colored man seemed to have no feeling at all and ignored it, but the ghostly light on his body dimmed a bit.

"Sun Chao!" Another person shouted in shock and went to rescue him, but it was too late and he could only watch his companion die.

After killing Sun Chao, the ink-colored man turned around and attacked Wang Han. His speed was extremely fast. Wang Han ignored his sorrow and fought with the ink-colored man. However, the difference in strength was huge. He was suppressed and retreated steadily, falling behind.

It's only a matter of time before he's defeated and dies.

Su Jingcheng and others were in an extremely embarrassed state at this time. Many of the government officials were hit by the ink. They seemed to be controlled and unable to move. Although the guards in the courtyard were not strong enough, they were very skilled in adding insult to injury. They killed several people who could not move.

Yamen.

Su Jingcheng was heartbroken but could do nothing. These were all his subordinates who had been with him for many years. They were alive just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye they were already cold corpses. He began to regret the decision he made today. If he had known about the sale,

The place of Xianlingxiang is so dangerous, he would never lead people to explore it so recklessly.

Now there is no point in regretting. Seeing that Wang Han was about to be killed by the ink-colored man, and his side's fate seemed to be doomed, Su Jingcheng was heartbroken, holding a sword and rushed forward to die with the ink-colored man.

"You guys run away, I'll stop him!" Su County Yin shouted as he rushed forward, his expression solemn and decisive. At this time, he looked more like a general than a scholarly magistrate.

However, none of his subordinates escaped. Faced with such a dangerous situation, no one escaped.

Naturally, the black-colored man saw Su Jingcheng rushing toward him, with a disdainful expression on his face. He actually left Wang Han, who was almost unable to resist, and stabbed Su Jingcheng quickly with his black-colored sword.

Although it was just a simple thrust, it was extremely powerful and there was a faint sound of breaking through the air. Su Xian Yin was not very strong at first. Faced with the terrifying dark-colored man alone, he did not even have a chance to dodge or block.

He will be killed by the ink sword piercing his chest.

At this moment, a figure fell from the sky. To be precise, he jumped down from the roof. The man was extremely fast. He flew to Su Jingcheng and blocked him with a fatal blow.

Simple collision, ink -colored men's hands were sprinkled out of ink into ink, and the man didn't dare to care. The dagger in his hand quickly hit and chopped into the ink. As long as those ink were scratched by the dagger, they turned into smoke.

"Brother Su, you retreat, I solve this Qinghe -style god first." The man did not continue to attack, but stopped and took a look at Su Jingcheng.

Su Jingcheng then saw the appearance of this person. This person is about 20 years old, with a normal appearance and a medium figure. He is the kind of person who can't find it in the pile of people.

The name of a brother has already expressed the intention of the youth. He should be the master of the ancestors to investigate Xian Lingxiang. Su Jingcheng did not expect that Xinghe Zong responded so fast.

Su Jingcheng did not ask the youth something. After the eyes were significantly retreated, the other masters naturally heard the words of the youth.

Take a corner.

The ink -colored man looked at the youth, his eyes flashed, and the whole person shrinks into the painting. The scrolls float in the air and shake violently, and countless ink sprayed out. Most of them came towards the youth door, and many flew towards all sides.

The young man faced the ink who came straight towards him, and there was no panic on his face.

A surprising scene happened, he suddenly disappeared, and instantly appeared on the side not far from his side. The large area of ​​ink hid over.

The ink was swept away.

The youth also stayed without staying. One step across, five young people appeared in the courtyard, and even Wang Han, who was the highest in the people, could not distinguish which one was true.

The five figures of the youth scattered the ink from all angles. In the process, the ink -colored man did not come out from the scroll. There was only a pair of painted scrolls floating in the air.

No one noticed that there was a small man pushed away a door gently, and Sataya ran out.

After making such a movement, wherever the youth's eyes were concealed, the youth's five -way figure was attributed to one. He strode the meteor on his feet and ran towards the small man.

The short man may be because the legs are short, and even if the distance is not far away, it can not escape completely.

The young man caught up with the short man in a few steps. When the double dagger in his hands flashed, he had to stab the small man's body.

In the big masterpiece, the figure of the ink color emerges from the scroll again.

This time, the double sword in his hands was more condensed, and quickly attacked the youth. The youth was not soft. The two collided fiercely. The speed was also very rapid.

"If you are not old, you have such a skill. It really admires that there are only two people who have these speeds in the disciples of Xinghe Zong.

It is not yourself for life and death.

"You are not weak in Qingyantang's intelligence ability, and he is in a calm." Young people said indifferently. Under such a high -intensity battle, his breath was not chaotic.

"Jun Chonghua, although I know this is just a code name, let's just call it that. According to what you say in the Central Plains, you and I are both in the realm of little masters. It's still unclear who will win. Why don't you stop the war and let me leave?" The short man said.

He said with a slightly pleading tone.

"Now that the matter is over, you should stay here obediently and stop dreaming." Chonghua said disdainfully.

"Hahaha, I was afraid of you just now, but now that my painting soul has been prepared, I want you all to die without a burial place!" The short man laughed wildly, but he didn't look as respectful as before. It turned out that he was just delaying.

time.

"Oh? It seems that this shikigami called Huahun can accumulate momentum and release some powerful methods through fighting." Chonghua's face changed slightly, but he was not too panicked. When Su Jingcheng and others heard the short man's words, they felt in their hearts

I panicked, fearing that this young man with the code name Chonghua would capsize in the gutter.

"Painting soul, unfold it, Hundred Ghosts at Night!" the short man yelled, and then the dark-colored man got back into the painting. The dim light of the painting increased sharply, and even the painting itself began to expand. In the blink of an eye, it became one foot tall.

What a huge picture.

Facing the scroll, Chonghua could see that there was a picture emerging on the scroll. It was countless demons and monsters struggling in the painting, trying to break through the scroll and come to the world. It looked very eerie and terrifying.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, let's begin!" The short man spoke again, his face full of excitement. He was full of confidence in the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade. In his eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene of Chonghua being devoured and bitten by the Hundred Ghosts. It was so satisfying.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange sound, and something seemed to be breaking open on the scroll. Various ghosts and monsters in the picture gradually emerged, also made of ink. After these guys arrived, the entire courtyard became gloomy.

Some of the less courageous guys trembled slightly.

"Is this your method? Yes, it is very strong. It has almost reached the power of a grandmaster. It seems that you are also a very important existence in Qingyan Hall. It just so happens that I am more interested in killing you."

Hua grinned, apparently not taking the Hundred Ghost Night Walk seriously.

"Can you break my Hundred Ghost Night Walk? Do you think you are a master?" The short man was very dissatisfied with Chonghua's performance at the moment. The fear he wanted to see was not captured on Chonghua's face at all.

"I don't want to break this move, and I don't need to break it. I just need to kill you." Chonghua smiled solemnly and took action suddenly.

The short man didn't have time to react. There was a "ding" sound, the barrier shattered, and the man died.
Chapter completed!