This witch, please stay

Chapter 67 Black Dragon and Silver Python

After a burst of astonishment and grief, Jiang Sinan's fist gradually hardened.

Then the black-clothed figure who just basked in the sun and unknowingly "played" with Jiang Sinan's feelings saw that Deng Tuzi slowly raised his head, with an undisguised sharpness in his brows and eyes .

"Cheating my feelings, right?"

Jiang Sinan's voice was dull, as if there was a secret anger buried in it.

A pitch-black light flashed from Jiang Sinan's palm, and a pitch-black "Chiya" spear pierced out without even a word of nonsense.

This Xianzong swordsman who doesn't like to play with swords, but only likes to play with guns, has never been soft when dealing with men.

Before a bit of cold light arrives, the tip of Chi's head spear has arrived!

The body tensed up suddenly, but he saw a vague shadow of a black-clothed figure staying in the same place. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly raised the gun and swiped to the side. At the same time, he lowered his figure and suddenly flashed to the side. Kankan dodged the terrifying shot of the apprentice who seemed to have suddenly gone crazy.

The black-clothed figure who obviously didn't expect that Deng Tuzi fired his gun so fiercely was amazed. Under the scarlet mask, a pair of naturally silvery eyes widened slightly, full of disbelief.

However, Jiang Sinan, who was shot out with a single shot, did not give him a chance to breathe. The dodged shot was only slightly paused in place, and the sharp tip of the spear spun out of a very small circle. He turned his gun and swept towards the black-clothed figure who dodged to one side, like a dragon and a snake flicking its tail.

In the process of unleashing the spear, Jiang Sinan, who is a sword repairman, not only did not use the flying sword, but also did not use the spiritual power in his body at all, relying entirely on the blood of his body to drive the spear.

Since he knew that the other party was a body-training cultivator who used a gun, Jiang Sinan also had his own pride.

Since you are willing to play guns with me, then not only will I not take advantage of your realm, but I will also give you a golden elixir level without any spiritual power.

Therefore, the ink-colored Chilong that had previously shown a half-empty and half-solid body was now just a shallow phantom, floating on the "Chiya" gun in an extremely low-key manner.

The vertical gun blocked the sweep, and the black-clothed figure instantly shot backwards from the spot like a pitch-black cannonball.

It was obviously just one shot, but three shudders were shot on the handle of the snow-white long spear one after another.

The first sound was clear and crisp, like an oriole pecking lightly.

The second roar sounded like thunder.

The third sound is urgent, like a flying sword owl's head.

The black-clothed figure who smashed into a row of uninhabited houses in the distance plowed a long ravine on the ground, and managed to stabilize his figure.

The "Qiu Lin" was still trembling in his hand at this moment, like the golden bell in the ancient temple echoing.

The spiritual power entered the spear from the palm of the hand, and the trembling of the hands slowly disappeared.

Although the shock and surprise hadn't completely disappeared, an even hotter anger and fighting spirit surged into the heart of the black-clothed figure.

Almost no body-refining cultivator is a good-tempered master.

Of course he is no exception.

On the scarlet bloody mask, dark red lines flowed, as if faintly activated.

Under the mask, in the eyes that were originally only shining with silver light, the silver light suddenly became thicker, like silver ink entering water.

Hit it!
A figure in a green shirt stepped out, and the figure instantly disappeared in place. Before the black clothes, a long "blue cloud" was pulled out.

Another shot!
The fierceness was revealed in the silver eyes, and the silent "Qiu Lin" spear moved forward from the avenue to Jane, but slightly lifted the ink-colored head, but ignored it, and stabbed straight ahead. The spiritual energy and blood energy in the whole body instantly churned like boiling water, and the white shadow was like a long rainbow, piercing the blue clouds!
Jiang Sinan's brows were slightly frowned, but he exerted instant strength in his hand, and tilted the tip of the Chi-shou spear that had been moved to the shoulder blade upwards, and at the same time twisted his waist, so that the vital point of his abdomen was away from the white spear. The tip of the gun is pointing.

The next moment, blood spattered.

The "Qiu Scale" passed across Jiang Sinan's waist, leaving a wound that wasn't too deep, but a sinister aura invaded from the wound, forcing Jiang Sinan to mobilize his spirit. force to suppress it.

Because of Jiang Sinan's mercy at the end, "Chiya" just brushed across the shoulders of the figure in black, and just cut open the tight black clothes, leaving a light streak on the exposed snow-white skin. bloodstains.

Is this kid crazy?Is this willing to work hard?

If Jiang Sinan hadn't turned the tip of the spear at the end, then the "Chiya" would have pierced straight into the man's shoulder blade and tore off one of his arms.

A little bored, Jiang Sinan casually played a game of guns, just to put away "Chiya".

Alas, it was such a boring loss again.

First he cheated his feelings in vain, and then he got shot in vain.

If he hadn't dodged in time, his waist might have been stabbed right through.

What a lunatic.

Jiang Sinan rolled his eyes, and was about to turn around and leave, since he had nothing to talk to with a stinky man.

But just when he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw a thin silver color appearing on the originally bright red blood on the man's shoulder, and the whole person stopped in place suddenly, and the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.

In the next moment, a clenched fist hit the mask with scarlet lines, and the figure whose blood was disordered suddenly fell to the ground and bounced on the ground.

A mouthful of silvery blood suddenly vomited out, hit the inside of that monstrous mask, and then slowly slid down the mask, gurgling down from the gap between the mask and his chin, extremely eye-catching.

Before he landed on the ground, a figure in a blue shirt rushed over, fell to his chest, and smashed his body to the ground heavily.

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

However, the mouthful of blood was only halfway through, when a hand held down his chin, and suddenly lifted it towards the top of his head, blocking the remaining half mouthful of blood in his throat.

The originally frivolous man in the green shirt now only had a cold face, mixed with a strong killing intent.

With his other hand, he was holding the handle of the "Chiya" gun that was close to the blade, and the cold light of the gun tip was only an inch away from the neck wrapped by the black collar.

"Monster?"

Jiang Sinan asked as if needlessly, through the silvery blood and the eerie aura that flickered in the blood, he had already confirmed this person's identity as a demon.

Then, that high-rank mask should be specially used to suppress the escaping monster.

After asking a word, the figure in black who was sitting under him clenched his fist and tried to raise his hand, but just raised it a little and then dropped it softly.

Jiang Sinan, who didn't get an answer, didn't change his emotions at all, that is, he didn't even have any expression, and he still had that silent dead fish face.

"Not convinced? Then I'll take off the mask for you and fight you again? Anyway, you will definitely die today, and I can give you a chance to struggle."

The black-clothed figure with disordered qi all over the body and half of his face covered with blood under the mask laughed angrily:

"If you can take off this damn mask, I can beat you with one hand and call you daddy."

Then he saw a hand pressed on his face, or on the mask with scarlet lines.

The moment Jiang Sinan's hand touched the mask, the world suddenly changed. He seemed to have come to a devastated and decayed land in an instant, and a strong prehistoric atmosphere rushed over his face.

Jiang Sinan frowned slightly, and was about to make a move when a silver light flickered, and a bloody mouth appeared in front of his eyes in an instant, as if it would swallow him in one gulp the next moment.

A pair of long and thick fangs shone with a silver-white light, and they arrived in an instant.

So fast!

Jiang Sinan hardly noticed the appearance of that big mouth, let alone reacted.

When he felt bad, a black dragon like ink rushed out from behind him, and collided with the silver-white python that finally saw the whole picture clearly in front of him, and both of them turned into crystals. fragments.

When Jiang Sinan came back to his senses, what caught his eyes was a beautiful woman's face stained with silver-red blood stains. On the face, a pair of silver-white eyes widened, as if full of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)