Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 287
Don't go out when the wind and fog come, the fields are empty and no one is there.The dead and old branches have been broken off, and it is suspected to be a barren grave full of bones.

Su Zhenzhen ran for a long time in the thick fog, and didn't stop until she could no longer hear the haunting singing.His breathing was heavy, and his forehead was wet with sweat. If Tan Wuyu looked at his appearance now, he would definitely be laughed at by him for the rest of his life, but Su really didn't care about these things at all. He only had one goal in his heart, which was to find the source of that singing voice. from.

Suddenly, the ear-piercing sound of the whistle pierced the sky, instantly breaking the sadness in Su Huanzhen's heart. He could clearly feel that an extremely cold and evil force swept along with the sound of the whistle, infecting him in an instant. The whole world.

The dense fog still lingers, the sky loses its light, and the small town in the night looks more and more strange and dangerous.The buildings on both sides of the road were rapidly decaying, the door panels collapsed, the windows were broken, and the thatch roofs rotted and fell, as if they had been abandoned for decades.

Su really didn't understand why such a change happened, but it was clear at a glance that it was by no means a good phenomenon.He was about to continue exploring the four directions, when suddenly a sad and treacherous chant came.

"Most of the people you meet during the day are ghosts, but at dusk you meet ghosts and turn into suspects. The ghost corpses in the shadow of the coffin are in troubled times at night, and all kinds of evils and evils will bow down."

A ghostly blue figure suddenly appeared, it turned out to be the corpse man who had been missing for a long time, but at this time his face was full of fanaticism, obviously his mental state was not normal, he shouted before Su Zhenzhen asked: "Su Zhenzhen, Ben I have been waiting for you for a long time! As long as I kill you, I will be the emperor of the martial arts, wow ha ha ha ~ look at the trick, Yin corpse Dafa!"

The yin corpse man raised his palm to attack without further ado, the evil force separated the mist and came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, Su Huanzhen was startled by the powerful power contained in it, and hurriedly retreated on the gossip trail.

The evil palm fell to nothing and smashed a house on the side of the road into pieces. The corpse man's eyes were bloodshot, his mouth was drooling, and he chased after him like a hungry hyena. At the same time, he shouted: "Su Zhenzhen, don't run away. Let me kill quickly, I want to be the Emperor of Wulin!"

Seeing that it was difficult to get out, Su Zhenzhen immediately used the technique of detachment and clone, and saw a blue light coming out from his top door, and immediately whipped up a gust of wind, absorbing the surrounding fog and turning it into a thick fog wall to block in front of the corpse man.

The corpse man passed through the wall with a roar, but Su Huan's real figure had disappeared. When he looked around, a gentle and elegant poem sounded from the fog.

"Flying feathers soaring to the Han Dynasty, fluttering wings to Ling Kunlun. Looking down at the green water stream, looking up at the nine mountain peaks."

Then, a blue-clothed scholar holding a lotus fan came from the mist: "Hey, just let me, the elegant and funny Indigo Feather Wind Lotus, come and practice the once number one technique in the world."

The corpse man was stunned for a moment, and then he said angrily: "Su Zhenzhen, do you think I won't know you after changing the vest!"

Indigo Feather Wind Lotus chuckled, and when the lotus fan swayed gently, its thick and true energy brought a frenzied airflow towards the corpse man.

"The wind crosses the river and the sea."

The Yin Corpse Man snorted coldly: "Anyway, you are Su Huanzhen, if I kill you, I will be the Emperor of Wulin, eat me!"

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After finally getting rid of the entanglement of the corpse man, Su Zhenzhen hurried around the small town with a heavy heart.

The Yin Corpse Man is already like this, the possibility that Qin Jiaxian and Ye Tuling are still safe is very slim, but Su Zhenzhen still decides to look for Qin Jiaxian first, only from this old friend is the most likely to know about them What happened in this small town.

However, it didn't take long before the air in front suddenly became scorching hot, and the Overbearing Poem followed by the Red Flame Demon Dragon swept over.

"The fire dragon and the golden demon have the upper body, and the slam demon is in trouble. The evil spirits are sentenced to life and death in three ways, and the ten rooms and nine spaces are full of blood."

Needless to say, Karma has arrived.

"Su Zhenzhen, you are so courageous, you still don't kneel down when you see your true soul! Don't you want to live?" Dressed in a red robe and wearing sunglasses, the former three-way judge who was lawless and brought disaster to the martial arts came back. up.

With experience this time, Su Huanzhen didn't give him a chance to pester him at all, and a mysterious light turned into a taciturn swordsman in black to stand in front of Yetuling.

"The sword comes out of Moyuan, and the dragon's aura shakes the sky."

Ye Tuling smiled arrogantly: "Okay, if you don't worship the spirit, you have lost your life. Your name is already on the reincarnation tablet!" Xie Yuan turned into the shape of a fire dragon and rushed towards Moyuan Water Lotus.

The black-clothed swordsman concentrates on confrontation, Mo Yuan's scimitar is hard and soft, and changes in many ways. The sword energy is like a raging tide. shrouded.

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Su Zhenzhen ran in another direction, but the ominous premonition became more and more intense. What would the best partner who had cooperated with him tacitly since he first entered the rivers and lakes look like now?
If even that person falls...

Su Zhenzhen's footsteps became more and more hurried, but when he passed by a lonely hut, a sword light suddenly shot out from the house, but fortunately Su Zhenzhen never let down his vigilance, and raised his hand to strike back with a shocking Hunyuan palm.

The strength of the palm and the light of the sword collapsed at the same time after hitting each other in the air, but the familiar move made Su Zhenhan show an incredulous expression.

"There is no saving sword technique? How come?"

As if responding to Su Huan's doubts, a thin and gloomy figure walked out of the hut. "The plague of swords passes through the border, but it remains incomprehensible. There is no cure for the sword, and the corpse walks with the corpse."

In the past, Yunmengzhou had his martial arts abolished, and the troubled sword Wu Miao who retreated to the world with the body of his beloved wife Dao Wen returned to the rivers and lakes after recovering all his martial arts!

Su Zhenzhen yelled loudly, and a blazing karmic fire rose from his body, and then a red-clothed swordsman exuding a tyrannical killing aura appeared in the karmic fire, it was the karmic fire red lotus.

"The fire of karma is cut off, and no life is spared."

The swordsman wields a sword like a vajra pestle with boundless karmic fire, trying to burn away all karmic obstacles and sins in the world, and punish all evil spirits and crooked ways. The lotus flower sublimated in the flames is like the savior Bodhisattva from the world.

"Kill my beloved wife, harm my Kang'er, hate--!"

Suffering sword holds a sword umbrella, and the unrescuable swordsmanship unfolds like a miserable wind and rain, fighting fiercely with the red lotus fire.

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Su Huanzhen was still running in the fog. At this time, he was no longer as comfortable as before. Transforming the three lotus avatar almost consumed [-]% of his vitality. At this time, the main body is about to be unsustainable. If there is another enemy attack, he will I don't know if I should just hang my neck and kill him.

Suddenly, the familiar chant came from ahead. The most reassuring thing was that the voice was so peaceful and calm, without any hint of madness.

"True gods, sages, and immortals. The path to Confucianism is to pass through sages. There are endless mysteries in the mind, and they rule over half the sky in civil and military affairs."

"Friend, you are here too!"

Su Zhenzhen had a happy expression on his face, and hurried over, but stopped the moment he saw his junior.

That is indeed his younger brother, a comrade who was once an enemy and friend, but now he treats each other with sincerity.However, at this moment, with a soft smile on his face, the Fengliu sword in his hand pointed at Su Huan's real chest impartially.

His tone is still elegant and refined: "I have been fighting with you for so many years, and today, I must beat you once."

(End of this chapter)