Through the thin smoke and dust, you can see an incomplete figure. You can vaguely see that the figure seems to have no body, straight from the right shoulder to the right leg of the lower body, and half of the flesh is missing from the right leg.
"Damn it." The woman in green scolded fiercely.
The figure gradually came out of the smoke and dust. "Ah--" Shousheng was completely shocked by the monster. The half of his face had completely fallen off, and the skull with uneven layers was left, but the lost half of his face still had a gurgling eye, staring at Shousheng ferociously.
"Huhh." Shousheng felt that his breathing was not smooth, and the rapid heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly. The forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, which slowly flowed down, covering Shousheng's eyes, so that his eyes were blurred.
"Chaya is dead." A hoarse voice, the madman seemed to be no longer a human, but more like a zombie from the cemetery.[
(Come on this guy is called the corpse man for the time being.) The corpse man staggered towards Shousheng, his head tilted, and half of his mouth seemed to smile strangely due to cramps, and saliva flowed down from the other bones. The strange scene of the corpse man, the existence of half-human and half-corpse is no longer something that normal people can tolerate. Shousheng was shocked and had completely moved on the ground. Seeing the corpse man approaching him and avoiding him, a desperate mentality gradually emerged in his heart. The spirit in his eyes was dim and his whole body was completely lost.
When the girl in green saw that situation, she trembled all over and covered her mouth with her right hand, trying to spit out last year's New Year's Eve dinner. After all, she was a girl with ambitions that was not fully mature and could not accept such disgusting scenes. However, Shousheng usually cultivated his body and character. Although he had never seen such scenes, his mind was tenacious and he was not dizzy.
The girl in green was lost, "Ah" the madman in front of her slapped her head. She couldn't hide and was photographed on her left arm. The girl in green screamed and retreated, holding her left hand with her right hand, and looked painful. Obviously, her strength was greatly reduced now. The madman approached step by step, and the girl in green was frightened step by step, twisting her body to avoid the madman's attack from time to time.
A disgusting claw had reached Shousheng's head, "Disciple is unfilial." Shousheng whispered silently.
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At this time, Leng Xiaoran tried his best to pursue the mysterious man in white. However, the man in white seemed to play hide-and-seek with Leng Xiaoran, and his body flashed from time to time in the air, appearing and disappearing from time to time, looking at Leng Xiaoran with a dark smile. Leng Xiaoran borrowed the only remaining water spirit energy in his body and exploded instantly, improving his cultivation level at a certain level.
"Your target is this child." Leng Xiaoran calmed down his inner fluctuations and temporarily suppressed the consumption of water spirit energy. His sword eyes stared at the man in white in front of him, holding a face towel. Leng Xiaoran saw the mysterious man in white clearly, but Leng Xiaoran was not an ordinary person, but even if Leng Xiaoran was looking at it, he always felt that there was a screen in front of the man in white blocking his view. So that he could only see the outline of the man in white.
The man in white has extraordinary light skills. In Leng Xiaoran's opinion, it is not as good as the wind, so Leng Xiaoran has no choice but to open up the other party's loopholes through conversation.
"So what if there is, it's not?" The free and easy figure of the man in white was accompanied by a gloomy voice, making him indescribable strange and awkward.
Leng Xiaoran stared at the other party, staring at any movement and voice changes of the other party. His thinking was running at a high speed, "Yes, because this child is different, otherwise you don't have to take the blame and launch a tragic attack on Xiaoqiaozhuang. You know in your heart that if there is no huge benefit, no matter whether it is a human, a ghost or a demon, you will not provoke the enemy in vain." Leng Xiaoran said coldly.
"Hmph." On the blurry outline of the man in white, a pair of dark eyes were a bit weird.
"Hmph means you agree with my point of view. At the same time, I felt a strange aura in you. I guess you should understand what I mean." Leng Xiaoran said "straightly and tempted".
"..." The man in white didn't say anything this time, but his strange eyes were darker and richer, and his aura was even more ethereal, and his body became more blurry.
"This child..." Leng Xiaoran looked at the child in the hands of the man in white. The child was fixed on his waist by the man in white. Even if Bai Yuze struggled, he could break free from the man's claws. "His body..."
Leng Xiaoran remembered that when Bai Yuze was snatched away by the man in white, the child actually released a breath, to be precise, a momentum, and a momentum that was above mortals. Leng Xiaoran's strength was also at the peak of level 14, so he understood this breath. It was the aura of a fairy spirit. A child actually had the aura of a fairy spirit. Leng Xiaoran had a guess in his heart.
"That aura, you came for that fairy aura." Leng Xiaoran went to the vital point, "It seems that you are not simple either."
"You! I didn't expect you to know his life." The man in white was a little panicked, "Hmph, he is mine, and I can't keep you anymore." The man in white was about to take action.
"I'm afraid you don't have this ability." Leng Xiaoran said in a deep voice.
After speaking, Leng Xiaoran stepped on the void, and the illusion in his hand changed so much. The meaning of the illusion is to transform into agile. Leng Xiaoran's quiet eyes fully demonstrated his true colors. The water-blue illusion turned into a ten-foot-long water whip, and slapped at the man in white with a bang. However, the man in white is not an ordinary person, with a burden on his body. Facing Leng Xiaoran's attack, he was not panicked, but was relaxed and fulfilled.[
The man in white had a blurry figure suddenly condensed, and his clear figure left the place with a silence and rushed towards Leng Xiaoran's position. Leng Xiaoran also felt a close aura on the man in white, which was the smell of water, but the smell of water on his body seemed a little strange.
For the time being, Leng Xiaoran has so many magical wizards. The ten-foot-long water whip in his hand changed, and a thud turned into a long spear. Leng Xiaoran held the gun in his right hand and made it with his left hand, and the gun flowers like a blizzard were magnificently thrown out. Three hundred and sixty mercury gun flowers were flying all over the sky, like flowers scattered in the mortal world, as beautiful as a goddess.
A cold light flashed in the white-clothed man's eyes, his expression was slightly solemn. He took a few steps in the air, and a slender and bright silver water-dividing spurt suddenly appeared in the remaining hand. Suddenly, the white-clothed man felt like an assassin, and his body movements also changed, with the original chic becoming strange now.
The body was changing, and the gun light like dense rain seemed to be in vain under the movements of the man in white. Leng Xiaoran was quiet and deep, and the pupils on the inexplicable blue eyes shrank from time to time, but the body was rioted, and he took dozens of steps back and left the place instantly. Just the next moment when Leng Xiaoran left, with a rubbing sound, a transparent water mace about half a meter long pierced the ground at Leng Xiaoran's original position, with four edges, and the bottomless darkness.
Leng Xiaoran was also shocked by the powerful move of the man in white, leaving a crystal sweat on his forehead. At this time, the man in white was still so casual. Seeing Leng Xiaoran escaped his move as if he had predicted, the man in white looked even colder.
The man in white had more sharp moves, and he would leave traces of his visit here in every move. However, Leng Xiaoran's experience ten thousand years ago was not comparable to this man in white. Leng Xiaoran now just lacks cultivation. Although the man in white had much sharper moves, Leng Xiaoran repeatedly escaped the assault with his excellent combat experience.
"Hmph, it's very good. Then look at my next move. Qianshui Mace." The man in white had been angry for a long time, but he couldn't stand up, and he was a little anxious, but Leng Xiaoran knew some important things, so he couldn't let it go.
After the man in white finished speaking, the bright silver water-dividing spike in his hand changed, and the round thorn rod suddenly became small thorns with thorns everywhere. Immediately afterwards, the man in white danced the water-dividing spike and silently recited the Dharma.
Leng Xiaoran saw that the vigilance in her heart became more and more intense. She did not dare to be arrogant, but also released the water spirit aura and began to condense his moves. The Haoran's aura contained the clouds and mist, but it was shocked to the other party's thunder. The man in white stopped and he didn't care about his own tricks and shouted loudly, "Thousand Water Mace."
A large number of transparent water-dividing spikes appeared in the air, which was dense and somewhat depressing. The sound of breaking through the air was like a crow roaring wildly, rushing towards Leng Xiaoran in an all-round attack, with no possibility of dodging at all, and only a head-on battle.
"Thousands of miles of ice are frozen." Leng Xiaoran shouted softly, and then a thick fog appeared around Leng Xiaoran's body...
At this moment, on the other side, when Shousheng closed his eyes and waited for death, a light sound rang in his ears, and then a dull but small impact sound rang in front of him, "It's okay, Shousheng." A familiar voice came from his ears.
Feng Ji came and arrived in time. Just now, Feng Ji stepped on the breeze and drove quickly towards the land of Shousheng. With an anxious mood, he watched the figures in the distance gradually approaching and enlarging. The bodies fell to the ground horizontally. Feng Ji's heart was a little cold. Feng Ji looked at it in a little unbelievable way. After seeing it, he almost scared his soul. There was no Leng Xiaoran among these people. Feng Ji was wandering in the air for a few times, then shook his head and understood that Leng Xiaoran was
There was nothing wrong, and I had absolute confidence in Leng Xiaoran. Then I saw something extremely disgusting toward Shousheng who was soft on the ground. Feng Qi jumped in the void in the air, spreading his hands, and emitting a faint green light all over his body. Feng Qi muttered softly: "Su Feng Blade." A sequential sound came from Feng Qi's hand pointing out. A small wind blade, the size of a ring, suddenly emerged like an ant in an ant nest, flying towards the corpse.
There was a sharp and extremely small friction sound. Immediately afterwards, the tiny flesh-sliced bone meal condensed but did not dissipate. The dead corpse was still the same, then fell backwards and turned into dust with a bang.
Feng Qi saw a strange girl in front of him who was injured and was avoiding the attack of the madman. Feng Qi saw that his legs were breeze and flashed to the side of the girl in green. Feng Qi blew his hands, and the wind was as sharp as a claw, and it grabbed several scratches on the madman's body. Then Feng Qi pulled the girl in green and pulled her back. Feng Qi faced the madman himself. Feng Qi's body flashed like a phantom, and his hands were like thousands of hands, piercing the madman's eyes, and at the same time, it also made small wind thorns in the madman's joints. Then Feng Qi retreated, but the madman seemed a little uncomfortable, and his whole body was a little awkward.
Feng Ji's breath was a little unstable. The girl in green also noticed this and endured the pain in her left arm and blew a piece of phosphorescence with her right hand. The lancet appeared again. Because her hand was injured, the right hand could not be used. Although the lancet was sharp, it was just a dead thing without the control of her strength. Feng Ji understood the difficulties of the girl in green, so he waved his arms and a gust of wind roared in front of him. The lancet with some strength seemed to have put all his strength into the body of the madman with a swish...