177, the tip of the knife is the tip of the gun

When the fire phoenix flew to the tenth floor with the two people, they fell down with a sad voice. When Yang Feng landed, he held Han Jing in one hand and held a gun to stabilize his body, and Huofeng was included in the royal beast ring by him.

Fright, fear, hatred, despair, and all kinds of extreme emotions rose from their hearts when they landed on the ground.

The sword qi in Dantian seemed to feel that Han Jing was threatened by a deadly cold sword qi, forming a thin and strong ice armor outside her body. With the inexplicable emotion under the pressure of the sword, the scene in front of Han Jing changed.

A bloody picture appeared in the originally gray space.

A land full of rivers and corpses. Blood dyed the curved moon in the sky, like a bloody machete hanging high in the air. Below the tip of the blood knife, there was a blood-stained man slowly carrying a blood-colored machete similar to the blood moon. His clothes and even the hair are dripping blood, and the blood comes from those who were killed and injured by him.

His face was surprisingly calm, and his eyes focused on the crowd in front of him who were retreating in a hurry.

In the face of a slightly thin man, those people are like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, with no resistance at all. I couldn't hear what they said, but Han Jing judged from their mouths that they were just begging for mercy.

Rits are anxious and bite people. Are these people not even as good as rabbits?

Han Jing is puzzled.

Yang Feng showed a very strange look at this time. He felt that the purple electric nine-curve gun had an inexplicable sense of the blood moon machete, as if they were summoning each other.

In the bloody space, the sky seemed to be furious because of the evil deeds of slaughtering thousands of miles on the ground. The heavenly rules that exist in the dark are to punish the man who created boundless killing.

In the sky, the thunder clouds rolled over, and the thunder dragon made a crazy roar between the clouds, shaking the bloody space, containing the powerful thunder power of the will of heaven and earth, and the oscillating blood space was covered with a blurred lavender, enchanting and strange.

The vast and magnificent will of heaven and earth cannot be countered by human beings. Even if they are in a different space, Han Jing and Yang Feng feel that they are hitting their hearts. The man holding the blood moon machete pointed to the sky and was not affected by Lei Wei at all. His face was calm as usual, as if he were doing a trivial thing.

The purple-black thunder and lightning churned in the clouds and did not fall immediately, but gathered greater power. It can be imagined that when the thunder comes, it will be enough for the star-killing god below to disappear.

Kill!

The man with the knife is no longer cool and shouts. Although Han Jing and Yang Feng couldn't hear it, they knew that what he was shouting was "kill"! Is this the man who has lost his nature of killing? But why are his eyes always indifferent? Even his teeth are stained with blood, but his eyes are always black and white.

The knife light dispersed, and the crowd fell like a stubble of wheat blown down by the wind. After falling, they never got up again.

"God, take this killer!"

I don't know how far apart, but Han Jing seemed to hear the call from a different space and stamped her feet anxiously: "Why didn't Tianlei land and split the killing star!"

"Hateful people must have pitiful things!" Yang Feng has a different opinion.

"Thunder broke the machete!" Han Jing shouted. He simply celebrated the destruction of the murder weapon in the killer's hand, but he did not find Yang Feng's strange expression.

In the bloody space, the tip of the sword broken by the thunder broke out of the sky, and the light of thunder and lightning appeared at the tip of the purple electric nine-curved gun when Yang Feng felt it.

The lightning brought by the tip of the knife is more powerful than the fire of the forging furnace. Soon, the tip of the gun repaired by the purple electric nine-curve gun melts into liquid dripping, while the tip of the knife changes into a sharp end of the gun and seamlessly matches the gun head. With the lightning from the tip of the knife is crazily inhaled by the purple electric nine-forming gun, and the gun body has been damaged over the years. The cracks slowly disappeared after the purple light penetrated.

Yang Feng was shocked by the changes in the purple electric nine-curve gun. At the same time, he clearly felt the joy conveyed by the gun and knew that the tip of the knife was actually the original lost tip of the gun. The gun is repairing by itself, and he also needs to consume considerable mysterious power, so he is also tired and happy.

When Han Jing moved her attention back from the bloody space, she found that Yang Feng's face was pale and his forehead was full of sweat. "What's wrong with you?" She asked blankly.

"What do you guess?" Yang Feng was overjoyed, but he wanted to make Han Jing look weak.

"Well, I shouldn't have come so high for fun. Let's go down now." Smartly gave a reasonable explanation, Han Jing turned around and said, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

Seeing her revealing the snowy back of her neck, Yang Feng came over and blew a cold breath and laughed happily when he saw her shrinking her neck.

turned her head and rolled her eyes. Han Jing urged, "Stop it, hurry up, the ladder is going to collapse."

This strong girl makes people hate and love! Yang Feng sighed secretly, bowed his head and said vaguely in her seductive left earlobe, "It's really collapsed, I'll carry you on my back. If I want you to carry it out, won't my Yang Feng's prestige be gone?"

Like the current pouring in from the earlobe, Han Jing's body suddenly tightened, and a strange dry heat rose. In order to hide the shameful changes in her body, she violently raised her hand over her shoulder and threatened, "If you talk nonsense, I'll cut you down!"

He grabbed the white jade hand and kissed it on his lips. Yang Feng said proudly, "Tell you a secret. The purple electric nine-qu gun has recovered, and the broken tip of the blood moon machete turned out to be the lost tip of the gun!"

After taking a long breath, Han Jing grabbed the purple electric nine-qu gun and stared at it and asked, "Why don't I know?"

"You can see the killing stars in the bloody space, but you can't see anything else." Yang Feng complained half-truthly and half-falsely, and his tone was extremely jealous.

Han Jing said honestly, "That's true! He looks much more majestic than you. Seeing Yang Feng's angry eyes, she laughed proudly and said, "You deserve it!"

"I'll deal with you when I get back!" Yang Feng said a pun, but unfortunately, Han Jing couldn't understand and returned with contemptuous eyes.

"The purple electric nine-curve gun has been repaired, and it is not as good as my ice sword. Do you want to deal with me? Go and have your big autumn dream!"

"Hey! So faceless, at least I'm also the actual man of your nominal master!"

"I really cut you if you dare to talk nonsense!" Han Jing looked left and right with a guilty heart. Although her eyes were still gray, she was still worried that she would be heard by people outside. Doesn't it seem right to have a master-apprentice love? She is not sure.

In the mainland, female practitioners are generally inherited from the family, and the vast majority of teachers and apprentices are men, not men and women. And she didn't have a chance to know that a few male teachers accept female disciples just to find a furnace. Han Jing really doesn't know whether it's normal for master-apprentice love.

At this time, the ladder completely disappeared. At the same time, Han Jing and Yang Feng felt that their feet were empty, and their bodies couldn't help falling down. Then, the two jumped out with the same heart and rushed out of the more fiercely rolling gray clouds.

"It's coming out!"

He Yuanshan shouted happily, followed by a silent thunderous laugh.

Just now, Feng said that his eyes were so anxious that his eyes were straight, and a mouthful of old blood gushed into his throat and almost spewed out.

"I knew the boss would be fine!" He Yuanshan's laughter stopped suddenly and shouted unsurprisingly, "Ice, ha, you cried!"

He Yuanshan kicked away and scolded coldly, "What's the name of the ghost! Is the sand fascinated? It's not the first time for the boss to go up the ladder. What can I do? It's really a lot of nonsense!"

"Is the sand fascinated? This is the first time I've heard such a funny joke. He Yuanshan muttered in a low voice.

I didn't hear it.

Han Jing ran over excitedly and shouted, "We just went up to the tenth floor and saw a killing star and blood slaughtering thousands of miles, which caused a heavenly punishment. It's terrible. The thunder and lightning are much more terrible than the thunder and lightning in the thunder prison!"

"Tenth floor!"

It was not only cold and endless, but also some elders shouted with it.

He Yuanshan asked dullly, " boss, didn't you scare me? The second floor made us so shocked that we almost died, and you went up to the tenth floor.

"Hee, I won't hit you. It's the fire phoenix that carried us up, not us climbing up by ourselves." Han Jing said carelessly. In her, it's just a fun thing, and I really don't think it's important.

"The key is that you can see clearly when you go to the tenth floor, and you haven't been shocked into a fool." He Yuanshan said feebly. Seeing that Han Jing still didn't understand, he pushed Leng Wuya: "Hey, literacy. I don't think you can get rid of the task given to you by Instructor Lin for a while.

Leng Wuya was also hit hard: "Let's talk about it later. Go out first."

"Is it all weird?" Blinking puzzled, Han Jing's eyes turned and smiled mischievously, "Anyway, it's good to see you being hit! Next time I'll bring my sword directly to the twentieth floor, scaring you!"

Yang Feng frowned slightly and interrupted, "Aren't you tired, aren't you hungry?"

"Well, I'm hungry, my front heart is close to my back!" It's okay not to mention Han Jing, but she is so hungry that she coothe.

"Let's go to our house for dinner." Leng Wuya thought that his grandfather had made an invitation before.

"Okay, let's go." Han Jing readily agreed and dragged Leng Wuya and He Yuanshan to run away.

"Cold boy, won't you invite me to your house for dinner? I really don't have eyesight." Feng's speechless questioning.

Elder Leng is the uncle of Grandpa Leng Wuya. He has not lived at home for a long time and has lived in Moon Bay to practice. How can you think of inviting someone to your home? Asked by Feng, he quickly said, "I'm about to ask you to grow old, but I haven't had time to speak!"

Feng said with a satisfied smile, "You can talk. Let's go and lead the way."

"We also want to follow the ancestors of Feng to make a tooth sacrifice." Elder Lang also took the initiative to say.

Knowing that Elder Lang wanted to take Lang Xuan to contact Han Jing and others, Elder Leng naturally said yes and simply invited everyone.