I overturned the car after being scumbag

Strelitzia never thought of such a situation.

The grievances and grievances accumulated between Jiang Yuanhan and Lin Muzhou for so many years were settled in such a way in this place.

The building was full of wind and rain, and the bead curtains were knocked frequently by the blowing, and the sound was like glass shattering.Behind the curtain, the sound of the piano escaped into the thunder, and then covered the whole situation, giving a panoramic view of every corner below.

In the process of the black-haired demons playing the piano, there was no delay or strangeness, which is actually a rare thing for the demons-art level has always been a flaw of this race since ancient times.

Today, Strelatus has the opportunity to listen to a demon general playing the piano. This is a rather mysterious thing in itself, and it is not far away, where the sky is filled with thunder and light and shadow bursts, it can almost be regarded as unparalleled in the world. The first battle was even more shocking and overwhelmed.

The blood-colored brilliance kept interspersing back and forth, and the blade's light was mixed with purple devilish energy, bursting from it to the surroundings.If this building hadn't been isolated from the sound of the piano, I'm afraid it would have been razed to the ground under such a terrifying aftermath.

Jiang Yuanhan turned the other bloody dagger between his fingers with his backhand.

This piece is really murderous, I haven't heard him play it before.Under the high-intensity fighting and attacking, he still had a lingering thought in his mind thinking about this matter. In such a close distance and fighting, Lin Muzhou could easily notice that he was not as strong as he imagined. concentrate.

In the next moment, the wave of aura circled to resist the attack full of vigor, and the opponent's figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Those pale eyes seemed to be looking at him, but also seemed to be extremely deep, and there was no target in his field of vision. .

"Don't be distracted." Lin Muzhou said, "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Yuanhan's knife broke through Cangbo and flew back into his hand: "Of course... miss my Taoist companion."

It was rare for him to answer, and it was rare for him to tell the truth without any sarcasm.But it happened like this, but Lin Muzhou felt chills all over his body, along with this sentence, every blood vessel was permeated with an invisible and rarely expressed possessiveness...Du Wei's mentality broke out, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He would rather Xiaohan treat him with deep hatred and indignation, which can prove from another angle that he is as important to Jiang Yuanhan as the other party is in his heart.

"...Who is it?" His breath suddenly came very close, but it was very difficult to catch, "Can my friend introduce me?"

Jiang Yuanhan pulled his lower lip, smiled and said, "Okay——"

Before he could finish his words, the dagger that returned to his hand broke through the Lingbo barrier, pierced into the flesh and blood with a "puff", leaving a scar dripping with blood. This scar was swallowed up by the demon energy, and the pain directly affected Above the Taoist body and even the soul.

But even though Lin Muzhou was injured, he quickly avoided the vital point, and didn't take this degree of injury and pain seriously - but those who succeed rarely fear pain.

It's just that I'm afraid that the road will not work, or that the treasure in my heart is beyond my reach.

His figure was revealed behind the re-gathered waves of aura, and the distance was far away.And Jiang Yuanhan didn't have time to play cat-and-mouse games with him anymore. He looked down at the blood-stained blade in his hand, feeling bored: "What are you waiting for? Can you tell me a few more words about the past, and you can Let your head grow on your neck intact?"

"If you like it, it's not impossible for me to give you my head." Lin Muzhou said.

Although this is a serious injury for a monk, but he is a half-step Golden Immortal who has accumulated a lot of years. Maybe there is some strange method, so he may not die by luck.

Jiang Yuanhan glanced at him expressionlessly: "Okay, unscrew it and send it to me?"

The other party laughed lowly.

The thunder in the sky paused, the black mist lingered, and the spiritual energy merged into waves and circled around the black mist.Under the sudden flash of lightning, the sound of the piano came from low to high, layer by layer, pressing continuously, like a deep, unpredictable and unstoppable war song.

The black mist swirls with the Lingbo, and the next moment when the sound of the piano is heavy, Lin Muzhou raises his hand, and a long sword condenses from his hand in the crack of the void. After this sword appears in the world, the surrounding temperature instantly Another cut.

It is a transparent ice sword.

The trial is over.Jiang Yuanhan stood in the air, gripped the pair of bloody daggers in his hands again, buckled the ends of the daggers together, and then clicked, the sharp short blades were connected together, embedded into a bloody one-handed knife.

He hasn't used a knife for a long time, but it doesn't mean he is not good at it, it's just that his hands are short and easy to kill.

The devilish energy grew and spread on the blood knife, and the feeling of bursting was no less than that of the thunder in the sky.The heavy rain washed the knife, and the sharp edge folded into a line, which was extremely dazzling.

Jiang Yuanhan leaned forward, almost only seeing the remnants of the shadow, but he himself had already crossed the circling Lingbo, crossed a safe distance, raised the horizontal knife, and was caught by the ice sword with a sizzling sound, the sound was crisp and crisp Lidi suddenly rose.

The cold air condensed, but before wrapping the blood knife, it was melted by the boiling blade.

Jiang Yuanhan's weapon was cultivated from his own blood, and the temperature of the blade was almost the same as that of his blood.

"...Xiaohan," Lin Muzhou stared at him amidst the hissing sound of white mist rising and melting, "Is it impossible for you and me to be the same?"

"Don't make it sound like I have something to do with you." Jiang Yuanhan was disgusted by his words again, "I ordered a daughter-in-law who hasn't married yet, but she is watching from behind. What are you?"

Lin Muzhou subconsciously glanced at the building behind the other party, and then said unhurriedly: "Okay then."

Jiang Yuanhan was invincible in close combat, and Lin Muzhou knew in his heart that he couldn't fight the demons like this. Before he finished speaking, he was almost caught by the opponent's seemingly harmless tail—once he was restrained, he would be in the same realm. Under the circumstances, there is no power to turn around at all.

Lin Muzhou could only fight and retreat, but after dozens of rounds, he inevitably fell into a disadvantage. When Jiang Yuanhan was threatening his life and attacking faster and faster, the golden vortex circling in the sky In the middle, more than a dozen golden chains suddenly descended, and as the chains appeared, the midair was caught off guard by an extremely huge tower.

Penleta!

This is Lin Muzhou's natal magic weapon.Jiang Yuanhan was on guard against this move for a while, and wanted to withdraw immediately when he saw the situation, but just at this moment, Lin Muzhou sold too many holes, even if he knew in his mind that the other party deliberately lured the enemy, his blood was already warming up Almost uncontrollable.

The advantages and disadvantages of the demons are fully displayed in this battle.

Even if it is the Yang conspiracy that has been seen through, the warlike demon cannot resist the tempting opportunity to kill the enemy. The blood knife in his hand does not retreat but advances. Dao body.

Not only that, the blade moved upwards in the flesh and blood, ignoring the opponent's body-protecting aura as nothing, and it was only half an inch short of piercing through the opponent's heart.

But after all, it was half an inch short.

Jiang Yuanhan immediately withdrew his knife, but not to retreat, but to go straight to the opponent's throat even more unreasonably, and at this moment, the black mist that had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time finally couldn't hide it, and the mist surged away Come, cover Lin Muzhou's figure in an instant, and reveal something that has been brewing in the fog for a long time.

It is more stitched spirits, not even evil ghosts, without intelligence, controlled by people, but with skins and bodies, and even this body has been refined, the most prominent and strongest body, It was Feng Jianyue who died in Jin Wenshu's hands back then.

These things require a lot of resentful souls, but they are indeed stronger when there is a skin to contain them.

The moment Feng Jianyue appeared, the black mist surged up, and he could indeed form a two-on-one situation with Lin Muzhou. It was this short-term tilt that made Penglai Tower finally cover.

But Jiang Yuanhan's whole body was only half darkened, and he was knocked back by another golden light halfway, and the Penglai Pagoda froze in the sky.At the other end of the golden vortex, the light of the Fahua Buddha came slowly.

The wind and rain dissipate, the thunder does not sing, and amidst the fog and mist, the brilliance is soft and has a strong penetrating meaning.

The Bodhisattva said that he would hold the battle for him, and he would not miss the appointment.Jiang Yuanhan was refreshed and turned to look at the lotus platform in the clouds. Before he could meet Mingjing or the eagle on Mingjing's shoulder, the eternal Styx suddenly screamed!

The waves of the Styx River almost rose from the ground, and countless dark and tentacle-like substances stretched out from the river. Suddenly, the dark tentacles wrapped the Huijian Bodhisattva in mid-air in an instant, and then everyone disappeared. The moment he reacted, the sense of Zen was swept down, and he fell into the screaming and turbulent river.

Jiang Yuanhan stared dumbfounded at this completely unexpected upheaval, and his eyes and surroundings went dark—the pagoda lost the barrier of the Bodhisattva, but it was still covered.

When it was dark all around and the familiar incense inside the Penglai Tower permeated, making people confused, Jiang Yuanhan still hadn't figured it out: Where is my Uncle Mingjing?I called and put it there, where is the big uncle Mingjing? !

Not only Jiang Yuanhan was stunned, but even Streptelus above the building was shocked. He looked at the sky, and then at the turbulent water of the Styx River, and blurted out: "How could the Bodhisattva come!"

The sound of the piano stopped.The black-haired demon general withdrew his hand and said calmly: "It's about the reputation of Buddhism, shouldn't you come?"

"But he—" He Wangxing's words stopped abruptly, he pointed to Styx, and looked at the Penglai Tower in front of him with a dull expression, which was bigger than the building under his feet, "...then Han Yuan, he..."

Shen Tushuo didn't speak, but reached out and took off the mask.

The mask with blue face and fangs fell on the qin platform, but underneath was not another mask that Jiang Yuanhan saw that day, but a real face, and the black robe on his body gradually turned into snow white as the mask came off, Gold patterns emerged from the snow-white, and the patterns outlined the phoenix pattern on the skirt of the clothes.

And the saber at his waist, which has never been unsheathed, also took off its dark color, revealing a red gold interlaced and radiant sheath, with a thin goose yellow tassel hanging from the end of the hilt inside the sheath.

He Wangxing was completely stunned.

Where is the other party a demon? !The aura surges all over the body, and the monster atmosphere spreads. How can it be summed up by the word "big monster"?And when this person raised his head, he could clearly see the golden eyes of this "magic general" and the red golden hair intertwined with the black hair. The one-in-a-million handsome appearance is not so important.

Li Fengqi lowered his hand and pressed the sword, with thin tassels on the back of his hand, his expression was calm, and he had a gentle and jade-like demeanor.Just as He Wangxing thought this way, he saw this person holding the hilt of the sword, and slowly drew out the red gold long sword.

After holding the sun sword for thousands of years, it finally sees the sun again.And Tianri also seems to come rushing with a sword, breaking through the thunder clouds, and coming to see him thousands of miles away.

The sun shines and the temperature rises.Under the gaze of the people beside him, the demon ancestor gave a faint instruction.

"Hold the mirror in your sleeve."

Before Stellaris Stellaris could respond, the next moment, the opponent's figure had already appeared on the Penglai Tower, and within a moment of breathing, the red gold long sword calmly swept across the sky, as if it was moving casually.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, raging flames burned out of thin air, and the bright sun in the sky seemed to be drawn by the long sword, falling straight down, bursting into flames!

The Penglai Tower suffered an unprecedented blow. The top layer of the tower that Jiang Yuanhan had planned to blow up, melted inch by inch into copper water like ice meeting fire.But under this indiscriminate attack, even the building behind him also collapsed and burned.

Relying on the bronze mirror in his sleeve, Stellaris barely escaped from the flames. He threw the shattered mirror aside, and just wanted to turn his head and tell the ghost cultivators to run, but there was no one behind him.

When the Bodhisattva appeared, the group of ghost cultivators had long since disappeared!

Ghost Crane rubbed the tip of his nose, sat down on the ground helplessly, and sighed far away: "I haven't asked him if his surname is Li..."

The author has something to say: He Laogui: Tang Monk Flesh!

Osamu:?

Ghost Crane:?

Buddha:……

Lao Li: Well, let me do it.