Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 8: One wave after another
"Let's be careful, it's a powerful strange poison!"

Old Ding warned Xu Yuanchang in a low voice, who was coming from behind. He looked at the man in black who was stumbling away and frowned: "How to do it?"

He was very afraid of the yellow talisman that the thief took out in his right hand. He was worried that he had been hit by a powerful evil spell. If he was used as a backing by the thief who was in trouble, and the injustice was not serious, he had not lived enough.

There is only a trace of cloud left in the sky, twilight is rising everywhere, and it will soon be dark.

Xu Yuanchang glanced at the extinguished fires on the grass in the distance, and simply said two words: "Fuck him!"

The thief is very clever and can escape so far despite the backlash. He is a powerful and ruthless character. Depending on the situation, he will soon regain the strength to fight. Now he must take advantage of his illness to kill him and not allow him to back down. Otherwise, he will be the unlucky one. .

He noticed that Old Ding shook out a willow-leaf flying knife from his cuff, placed it in his palm and gently held the handle.

With joy in her heart, she pulled out the mahogany sword that was always attached to her waist, rushed towards the man who wanted to escape, and shouted: "Where are you running from, thief? Eat the poor sword!"

Walking around the grass that was withered by the arsenic sand, I was worried about inhaling the poisonous gas.

He raised the mahogany sword, still three feet away, and threw it hard at the man in black.

Lao Ding followed closely behind, with Taoist Xu taking the lead and using magic swords to deal with the thieves who knew evil magic, so he had no fear in his heart.

The man in black stopped and cursed: "Thief, don't bully others too much!"

He could tell at a glance that the peach wood sword that flew towards him contained no magic power. In a remote place in a remote country, this half-assed Taoist priest, by some unknown means, could see through his invisible secret method?

His left hand reached behind his back and he unsheathed his sword.

With a "chi" sound, he split the mahogany sword in half. Black blood no longer flowed from his left eye, and his severe headache subsided in waves.

Old Ding stepped out and threw his left and right hands one after another. The flying knife circled and turned into two rays of cold light and shot towards the man.

"Dang" and "Pfft", two sounds in succession.

The man in black knocked off one of the flying knives, and another one pierced his right rib. Affected by the backlash pain and poor vision in one eye, he was unable to react in time and could not completely dodge the attack of the flying knives.

Screaming in pain, the man in black no longer hesitated, bit his tongue fiercely, and sprayed a mouthful of blood towards the yellow talisman raised in his right hand.

He had to use all possible means to fight to the death. Even if he was injured and lacked energy, he could not control the evil things he released, and he would not care if he suffered the evil backlash again. He wanted the two guys who hurt him to die.

Up until now, the fight has been a bleak situation of death and destruction.

Old Ding's figure rotated with his footsteps, and he swung his left and right hands in succession. The two cold rays of light were as powerful as lightning with the help of his waist strength.

"Poof", "poof", the unresponsive man in black was stabbed in the forehead and left chest.

Blood slowly flowed down the handle of the knife.

The man in black struggled to spit out the incantation: "Edict..."

When he fell suddenly, he threw the yellow talisman held in his right hand into the air. The tumbling talisman emitted wisps of black air. The temperature nearby suddenly dropped. As night fell, the atmosphere became eerie and terrifying.

Old Ding held a flying knife in each hand, his face changed color, and he couldn't help but step back.

Let him deal with a living person, and he will move forward without fear.

The evil thing released by the thief in front of him made his heart beat, and he shouted: "Taoist Master Xu, what are you going to do now?"

I wanted to turn around and run back, but I also knew that it would be difficult to outrun the evil object that could turn into an invisible form.

Damn thief, if you die, your ear will die, you are also despicable.

Xu Yuanchang's eyes were fixed on the slowly condensing black air. There were traces of blood mist pouring out from the man in black on the ground, and it was being absorbed by the black mist surging in the air. After all, his knowledge was limited. He didn't know what kind of ghost the thief had released?

At this time, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He pulled off the magic money from his left wrist, held it tightly in the palm of his right hand, pinched the Ghost Forbidden Technique with his left hand, guarded his mind, and rushed towards the black air ten feet away.

Since there is no way to retreat, then choose not to retreat!

"Follow me and don't leave three feet away."

A loud shout was to embolden the timid old man.

It would be good to have an extra helper. He didn't want the skilled old Ding to run away alone.

Old Ding stared at the Taoist priest who was marching forward bravely, hesitated for a moment, and quickly followed.

He didn't dare to run. If the strange evil thing that made him feel chilled at the sight didn't fight with the Taoist priest and bully him, a weakling who ran away, he wouldn't cry to death.

The sky dimmed, and the black air turned into a blurry and thin figure, letting out a "Jie Jie" ghostly laugh.

Facing the Taoist priest's right fist, the blurred figure transformed into a distorted grimace, with mockery in his eyes, seemingly mocking the Taoist priest who was overestimating his own abilities, and blew away with a breath of black air. Xu Yuanchang stopped suddenly and opened his fist suddenly.

The magic money rolled and collided with the ghost figure that was very close at hand. Xu Yuanchang was not able to escape the light ghost air that blew towards him.

He staggered back a few steps, feeling cold and painful as ice needles pricking his body.

The ghost that devoured the blood and soul of the man in black also paid a heavy price for its arrogance. It screamed in agony, unable to maintain its silhouette and grimace, and shrank into a ball of black mist like rolling ink.

The Dharma money shimmered with a faint golden light, like a gangrene attached to a bone, and it couldn't be shaken off if it got on it.

Old Ding's face showed joy. Taoist Xu was really capable. He restrained the powerful evil thing with one strike. He put away the throwing knife and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Taoist Xu who almost fell down. His tentacles were cold and he ate a lot. Startled.

"Taoist Xu, how are you?"

"It doesn't matter, it's a minor injury."

Green and white spots appeared on Xu Yuanchang's face. He stood still and stared at the black mist howling in pain.

The golden light shining on the magic coin was fading, but the ghost in front of him was still alive and kicking, with no sign of disintegration. Compared with the evil spirit that was dealt with in Qianshan Town last time, it was obviously more powerful.

"Quickly, cut my hand, use the flying knife to dip the blood on my hand, and shoot the black energy."

Xu Yuanchang endured the severe discomfort and quickly gave instructions.

His blood is full of yang energy, and coupled with the sharpness of his sword, he can hurt ghosts who are too busy to take care of themselves.

Old Ding stared at Taoist Xu, took out a small and sharp throwing knife, and cut his stretched out hand. He was experienced and avoided the vital part. He quickly used the flying knife to soak the blood that was pouring out, and flicked his hand.

"Chichi", the two flying knives passed through the black air one after another, rubbing out a stream of red light and taking away a little of the black air.

The ghost's miserable howl became louder and louder.

Two young guards, Hu and Xie, came running from the forest in the distance. They heard the strange and heart-stopping howling, and watched the black gas billowing, and they were shocked and confused.

"Then...what the hell is that?"

"Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly and give me the sword!"

After using up the flying knife on his body, Old Ding turned around and yelled at the two people who had stopped moving forward.

Since the sword was stained with blood and could hurt the void ghost, he regained his courage and realized that the situation was critical. Taoist Xu was trying to fight the ghost.

If Taoist Xu falls first and Li Gui escapes, he will definitely not let go of his helper.

"A broken peach wood sword is just as useful."

Xu Yuanchang reminded me.

Old Ding quickly picked up two mahogany swords not far away from the ground, smeared his hands with blood and threw them. The ghosts were like living targets, and they let out long and short howls after being hit.

The two nurses ran over in fear and handed over the knives in their hands.

Xu Yuanchang took a knife with his bloody right hand and cut his left hand. Now he was racing against time, and holding the Ghost Forbidden Technique was of no use.

Blood spurted and dripped, and the two knives were turned over and stained. Xu Yuanchang's face was pale and mixed with spots, his lips were pursed tightly, and with a strong and determined look on his face, he rushed forward with difficulty. After a few steps, he stabbed diagonally with the knife. .

Lao Ding gritted his teeth and followed left and right, stabbing the gradually thinning black energy with one knife after another.

After a few cuts, the blood on the knife lost its effect.

Suddenly, the two blades felt like they were stuck in a sticky place, wrapped in black energy, and they couldn't be pulled out.

The sharp roaring and howling of ghosts sounded in the night sky.

"You all deserve to die!"

"I will drain your blood and devour your souls!"

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　The new book issue cannot be released too quickly. I have to wait for recommendations. Forgive me fellow readers. Two chapters a day, and occasionally three chapters.

　　There is no need to lead the donkey to scare Lao Yan.

(End of this chapter)