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Chapter 173 Killing One Thief Is Saving Hundreds of People
A long piece of yellow dust, as thin as a veil, suddenly appeared in the dancing snowflakes, stalking the little Wuxiu from behind and above. Xiu launched an attack.

Chen and Zhu followed closely, trying their best to keep the formation of the three of them together, encircling them from the left.

The irritable Wu Xiu was knocked to the ground by Zhang Guanzhu. They beat Wu Xiu with sap sticks and knives. Depending on the situation, they could still pull Wu Xiu's hind legs.

The little Wuxiu felt depressed, these guys wanted their lives one by one, they were all crazy.

He knew that Huang Chen was on his body, and he couldn't get rid of it in an instant.

At the critical moment, how dare you take it too far, swinging your knife to block the whirlwind of sword light that continues to attack from the front.

After fighting for a few moves, he also felt a bit of the reality of the boy's sword style on the opposite side. He used his strength to dodge to the right gap, and was about to fly up. The pale little Wu Xiu had his feet tied up.

Fu Gujing laughed out loud, and cast spells, the rope coiled like a spirit snake, and instantly tied the second-level witchcraft into a big rice dumpling, together with hands, feet and weapons.

He repaired the plank road secretly to Chen Cang, forcing Wu Xiu to flee to the snowy field on the right side where he had just arranged a means, desperately destroying this valuable rope to bind the demon, and today he will leave this arrogant Wu Xiu who committed a bloody case.

The little witch was terrified, and desperately pumped up the black fire to burn the extraordinarily tough Fasuo.

These boys are so weird, he didn't know when he set the trap?

Never should, never should, should not have been careless flying at low altitude, resulting in the sword cultivator using a strange secret method to shock his soul, and then being engulfed in a strange sword style and knocked down to the ground. He is still a little out of his mind, and his reaction is slow when fighting So one point.

Fasuo contracted and tightened, and was "crackling" by the black fire.

However, it is impossible to break free with three or two breaths.

Zhang Wenfeng held a handful of beans in his left hand that were mixed with thorny wire vine seeds, and almost spilled them out. He quickly stopped reciting the supernatural scriptures silently, and his body paused for a moment, suppressing his unstable breath.

The interruption of supernatural powers affected him to some extent.

Fu Gujing shouted: "Kill!"

Beating the dog in the water or something, he likes to do it most.

Wuxiu's thieves can be punished by everyone!
With a pull of his left hand from the cuff, he pulled out the black sharp law enforcement guard wrist blade, rushed four feet, and pierced the short Wuxiu's left neck through the gap of the smoking Fasuo. The black flame froze.

Zhang Wenfeng suppressed the churning breath, turned and rushed forward, followed by a flat stab with the sword, the tip of the sword broke out with force, breaking through the opponent's defense, and piercing Wu Xiu's chest acupoint only a little slower than Fu Gujing.

"Puff", Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He followed closely behind, and their swords pierced Wu Xiu's back and left side respectively.

Zhang Wenfeng retreated after stabbing cautiously, avoiding the splash of blood, he saw Wu Xiu whose eyes almost popped out above the mask, his eyes were desperate and crazy, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick back!"

I remember that the God of the Mountain said that one must be on guard against black witches of the second rank and above, who cast vicious soul-eating witchcraft before dying, trying their best to disperse their souls and hurt others.

He hurriedly threw the seeds in his left hand to the snow, and raised his left hand with two middle fingers.

As a temporary ghost errand, he has the power of ghosts in his hands, so he is not afraid of dealing with lonely ghosts, and allows Wu Xiu to use his soul as a monster?
Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He backed away in shock, they were not good enough, how could they dare to show off their abilities, stabbing a second-level witch cultivator with a sword, it was a mouthful of anger.

Fu Gujing let go of the handle of the wrist blade, took two steps back and shouted: "Stop!"

As he shouted, runes flashed on the black wrist blade inserted into Wu Xiu's neck, and a thin gray mist emerged from Wu Xiu's head, showing signs, shaking and struggling vigorously.

"You have today too!"

Fu Gujing quickly took out a dark bronze magic bell from his sleeve pocket. There was no bell ball in the middle of the bell, and the inner wall was engraved with complex runes. He held up the dark copper magic bell and took a photo of the Wuxiu's head, and shouted: "Collect the soul!"

He hated the witch cultivator who committed crimes repeatedly and committed bloody crimes. Today, he finally caught one, and he was a second-rank witch cultivator, so he was extremely happy.

A ray of light as thick and thin as a wick shot out from the hole in the middle of the dark bell, and with just one roll, it tore out the soul that was suppressed on the top of Wu Xiu's head, and rolled it into the bell, and there was a faint scream.

In the snowstorm, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.

"You dare to extract living souls!"

Three hundred feet away in the air, the last second-order witch cultivator who was suppressing Yun Qiuhe realized that the timing was wrong, but he was held back by the fierce Yun Qiuhe with the way of killing each other, so that he could not return in time to rescue him. Companion out of trouble.

Everything happened too suddenly and too fast.

He was injured and took a blow, and rushed to this side, roaring like thunder: "This is the justice that your Taoists claim to be? Are you not afraid of retribution for harming your virtue?"

"Bah, what methods can't be used to deal with you inhumane witchcraft remnants? Killing one thief saves a hundred people, not to mention that he escaped from his own evil, but I broke the witchcraft and captured the living soul. To be able to extract the whereabouts of your lair from his mouth is even more meritorious, how can there be retribution?"

Fu Gujing was so proud that he sealed the dark copper bell and put it in his sleeve. He pointed at the middle-aged witch who was flying towards him without a mask, and said, "Come on! Let's fight!"

Beside him, the short Wuxiu, who died of exhaustion, fell to death in the snow, and the Fasuo wrapped around his body was broken inch by inch.

Fu Gujing didn't even look at it, and exchanged a demon-binding rope for a high-ranking second-level witch cultivator.

This deal is a bargain no matter what!
Zhang Wenfeng took out a Qingqi Danna and swallowed it in his mouth. The sword-sharpening pose consumed a lot of energy. He fought a fierce battle with a second-level witch cultivator. In addition, he had only recently advanced, and his realm was not stable enough. He has to make up.

Standing on the left side of old Fu, he was silent, feeling that the few seeds he had thrown away earlier, leaving behind a trace of vitality, were sprinkled in the nearby three-foot snow, so he transmitted sound to the provocative old Fu.

With a little less effort, why not keep the remaining middle-aged Wuxiu behind?
By the way, he kicked Wu Xiu's body rolling over.

Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He stood behind, and the four formed a common four-element battle formation. The eyes of the two behind showed a strong fighting intent, and they wanted to shout: Come on, let's fight!

Wu Xiu's thieves are single and weak, and they are five against one. Except for the two of them who waved the flag, the other three all have means. As long as the thief dares to come, he will never return.

Fu Gujing collected a handful of yellow sand in her left hand, waved her hand back, and said via voice transmission: "Back!"

Yun Qiuhe's hair was disheveled, her mouth, nose, and face were stained with blood. The robe on her back was torn, revealing a dark robe with a bloodstain on it. She suffered a sneak attack earlier and was seriously injured. Fortunately, the magic robe on her body melted away most of it Attack, a jade talisman around his waist shattered and saved his life.

At this moment she finally took a breath, grabbed several pills, stuffed them into her mouth and swallowed them.

As long as you don't die, you can fight endlessly.

She took out two yellow message talismans from her waist pocket, quickly left a message, and waved out the talismans. She was fighting on the verge of life and death before, and couldn't spare time and distract her mind to call for help.

She fell a hundred feet away from the middle-aged Wu Xiu, seeing the four senior brothers retreating, a smile appeared in her eyes.

She remembered that Guanzhu Zhang had a powerful secret method, which could be used invisible, and she added more than a hundred spiritual plant seeds to the cake.

Therefore, she was even less anxious to step forward, urging the elixir to heal her injuries and quickly replenish her mana.

She believed that Zhang Guanzhu was full of bad water and could drown that bad guy.

The middle-aged Wu Xiu stopped twenty feet above the ground, looking around suspiciously, why did he feel a little weird?

The moment he turned his head, on the street not far away, the snow field where several mutilated corpses of civilians had fallen suddenly exploded. The middle-aged Wuxiu flew forward in fright, swung his sword back to block, and then turned around suddenly. Fleeing to the right, but one step slower, "bang", he was hit by a string of silver-white ring shadows on his left shoulder, which made him lose his balance, and rolled and fell to the snow.

The pain in his shoulder was like broken bones, and the cold entered his body, which he resisted with his witch power.

The cunning opponent used the art of sneak attack, which interfered with his judgment.

Turning around, staring at a charming woman in white fur flying in the air, she said bitterly: "Xin Yue, we Wuxiu and your Three-Tailed Demon Fox Division have always been in harmony with each other, why do you want to help Daoxiu deal with me? "

Xinyue played with a delicate ring with her right hand, glanced at the young Taoist priest with a calm expression, and said with a smile, "I'm happy!"

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(End of this chapter)