Chapter 112 Ghost Messenger

She secretly paid attention to Xiao Mei's Longyan and noticed that she, who looked petite in the crowd, shuttled around the field like a fish, always passing through the gap between the battle between the enemy and us, and was not affected by the surrounding environment at all.

Like a trick, Xiao Mei threw miniature versions of the ice and fire Taiji map out one after another. This kind of ice and fire Taiji picture, which is only the size of a table tennis ball, is explosive, and its power is comparable to the powerful blow of the junior spiritual master. Although for the people who stayed in the field of Qinghumen, the initial spiritual master is not a master, but he can't stand a tricky angle and is difficult to guard against it.

As he became more and more proficient in controlling the ice and fire Taiji map, Xiao Mei moved faster and faster. The ice and fire Taiji map flew all over the sky, and it was almost indescribable to tell which was the real shadow. In everyone's eyes, it seems that all the shadows are real, dodging one after another.

Gradually, the ice and fire Taiji image became spiritual and flew one by one. Although it was not lethal, it could assist his side to attack the enemy, which surprised Longyan again and almost appeared. He also understood why the arrogant Long Tianlin was so tolerant of this girl.

At this time, Du Wu, the five-pin Lingzun, was also fierce. A broad-backed spiritual sword in his hand flew up and down, drawing a circle of golden aperture. The aperture is buzzing.

Du Wu's opponent is a seven-grade spiritual master. The two are of equal strength. When the golden aperture comes, his figure disappears and condenses again after disappearing. The two held each other for a moment, and another golden aperture flew. After his shadow disappeared, he did not appear immediately. Du Wu's heart tightened, a faint space fluctuation, and his real body appeared on Du Wu's left side.

The sword is old, and the protection of the sword is not very good. Du Wu directly punched his left fist and hit it out. The next moment, his face changed, and he felt that the fist that hit his opponent was stuck, and the spiritual power in his body gathered on the fist. There was no room for him to think more. He turned his wrist and twisted vigorously, broke his left hand, cut off his spiritual power, and suddenly leaped forward.

Before the man landed, Du Wu waved his sword and stabbed back, but there was a sound of wind behind him. It was the sound of huge spiritual power breaking through the air. As soon as his sword was raised to his shoulder, it was broken by the spiritual power.

"It's a shame for a despicable thing like you to let me take action."

The death-threatening sound sounded, and Du Wu didn't even dare to go back. A metal spirit burst out of his body and flew forward again.

The elder of Qinghumen rushed in and waved a turtle-back shield to block a punch from the rear for him. With a deafening loud sound, the shield with half the size of a door panel was smashed by the fist like a cobweb, which showed how terrible the fist was.

Throw away the shield, and the spiritual power in the body of the elder of Qinghumen gushed out and condensed into the appearance of a green tiger. Before the opponent's fist arrived, it had stirred up the air around him to form a circling wind. He was not afraid and said with a ferocious smile: "If you can force me to use this trick to swallow the sky, you are also a master among the spiritual master."

In the ferocious laughter, the spiritual condensed green tiger collided with his fist. The elder of Qinghumen thought that this blow was comparable to the blow of the spirit king. How could the other party be his opponent? But on the contrary, the green tiger collapsed, and his opponent's fist hit his left arm. He felt a sharp pain from his arm and remembered it all over his body. It was too late to retract his arm as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake. A strong force exploded on his arm.

"Ah!" With a scream, the elder of Qinghumen, who was still proud just now, was already bloody, and his eyes showed panic: "Nine-grade Lingzun! No, it's the spirit king, it must be the spirit king!"

The two sides are chaotic together. One side has a large number of people and one side is strong. At the beginning of the war, it was still a close match. Over time, the number of people in Qinghumen has decreased sharply, and the disadvantage has emerged. At this time, Du Wu and the elder were defeated and injured at the same time. Qinghumen was dishearted and completely suppressed. Seeing his own casualties, Du Wu was regretful, like a wounded beast roaring: "You will be punished!" It seems that you have a lot of confidence in the Fire Hall?" Xiao Mei, who had seen sweat on his forehead, stopped at the outer edge of the battle circle and smiled leisurely at Du Wu. Du Wu was shocked and denied, "I still want to be dirty and framed, what a vicious girl!" Do you think you are the only smart person in the world? Xiao Mei, with a smile, asked back and said, "The Fire Hall takes you idiots as guns. How can you know that the Sword Sect doesn't know how to trick you? Now that you are about to be destroyed, the Fire Hall is out of reach. You are stupid. Now you can't regret it!"

With a clear look, Long Tianlin roared: "Don't run one!" The first soldier rushed out, and Mr. Zhong also moved, but Long Yan was still hidden in the dark. However, Qinghumen is only a medium-sized sect in the region, and it is of great significance for him not to appear.

The senior officials of Qinghumen, led by Du Wu, still want to fight against trapped beasts, but they are mainly taken care of by Mr. Zhong and two other suspected spiritual king masters. Especially Du Wu, on Mr. Zhong's move, his body was curled up like a twist. Not to mention resistance, it was even difficult to breathe.

Seeing the tragic appearance of bleeding in Du Wu's eyes, finally the timid Qinghumen screamed and turned around and fled. For these gangs, killing people is okay, but they will not do it. Next, many seemed to be awakened and turned around and fled.

"The fugitive dies!" With a sudden shout, the second elder with the zombie face of Qinghumen waved a knife. The cold light flashed, and several people who ran away were killed immediately. However, if you look carefully, you can find that the corners of the two elders' eyes, who seemed to be fearless, were slightly twitching, and there was a desperate panic in his eyes.

"Gaga, hasn't the problem of the disciples of the Ba Jianzong still not changed?"

In the air, I don't know when a black-haired man appeared. He stood in the air, and a powerful and fierce breath spewed out of his body. This breath is so terrible, just like a tsunami, which swallows everyone's mood in an instant. Even Mr. Zhong and others, in this breath, they look so small and weak like a sea.

"Ghost Messenger Ye Shaobai." Long Yan appeared and muttered softly. His face was solemn, as if he were ready to negotiate with death, with a trace of determination in his solemnity.

"Longyan, the demon suzerain of your family really sent you here!" Ye Shaobai, dressed in black and black, laughed. The laughter was not high, but it made everyone's eardrums beat like drums, and there were many weak people who spit blood on the spot.

Long Yan first took a look at Xiao Mei, who seemed to be fine, and was shocked again. Then he said, "The immortal lord of your family is willing to release your evil as a disaster."

A "poof" laugh made the two giants come to see at the same time. Xiao Mei quickly waved and smiled, "You two continue, there is no sister." Including Long Tianlin, everyone stared at her and didn't understand what the girl did.

The sight fell on Xiao Mei's beautiful smile. Ye Shaobai said thoughtfully, "Is it you who captive my young master? It seems that you have a lot of confidence.

Even Long Tianlin, who stood closest to him, felt the pressure of the mountain. Xiao Mei still smiled like an accident and said, "Well, in fact, I was a dozen of soy sauce. I didn't want to feud with the Fire Hall at all, but was pulled into this muddy water by the sinister guy Long Tianlin. So, you can ignore me."

"Huayingmen is not the dog leg of the bully sword sect?" Ye Shaobai smiled contemptuously.

"Hey, when the Lord of Youhuo Hall loses his mind and wants to be the dog leg of the master of the sword, may my mother consider going out of the mountain and catch a strong man as a backer." Anyway, I haven't seen my mother in my life. I joked with her. Xiao Mei felt that she was not very unfilial and had no psychological burden.

With a "puff" smile, Long Tianlin covered his mouth and coughed dryly, and then said, "You are not afraid that your mother will beat you."

"My beautiful mother is gentle and unparalleled, not a fierce woman like your mother."

Long Tianlin's mother is the favorite concubine of Emperor Tianchen. She became a "fierce woman" in Xiao Mei's mouth. As a son, he has to say, "My mother is very gentle."

"Can gentleness raise your son? My sister expressed doubts. After losing a contemptuous look, Xiao Mei said to Ye Shaobai again, "Go back to the topic. It's getting late. Besides, you strong dragon crossing the river, after all, you don't take advantage of the land. Hurry up and do something, so as not to have a long night dream.

Ye Shaobai was really obedient and immediately took action. His hands quickly made black fingerprints, stringed and flew, transforming countless shadows in front of him.

The blackness of the shadow is extremely strange, so that people can feel the passing of life at a glance, and there will be a look that is about to be detached from death. Even a spiritual king like Zhong Lao's mood fluctuated and he had to resist, but Long Yan noticed that Xiao Mei was not affected, and even looked at the remnants of the flying shadow with great interest.

It seemed that he could not stand the heavy pressure of the soul. The master of the suspected spirit king who had just seriously injured the elder of Qinghumen jumped up and punched a shadow in front of him. His hand was actually folded, as if his hand was fragile and paper-paste. This is beyond imagination. Even if he is a spiritual teacher, his body can't be as fragile as paper.

The elder of Qinghumen turned his head and shouted when he saw the enemy who injured him, and there was no pleasure in his heart. He was horrified to find that the other party's whole body was melting, just like a burning candle slowly melting. For a person who has been licking blood with a knife for many years, death is actually not terrible, but this silent melting method of death is creepy. Even if it is his enemy who dies, his heart almost jumps out of his chest.

"Escape! Where ghosts pass by, there is no life!"

Some people in the crowd shouted in horror. Whether it was Qinghumen or the auxiliary defense team members, they all ran down the mountain in disorder.