Chapter 10 Goddess Fighting Ghosts

The black fog spread so big that it floated high in the air and was haunted all over it. For a moment, it covered more than half of the swallow lake, and the sun and moon were dull. The swallow lake was dark, and a tyrannical shout came from the black fog: "Kill... kill... kill... kill all..."

"Kill all... Kill all...Haha... Kill all..." At this time, it seemed that hundreds of voices giggled from the black fog. At this moment, the people on the boat were like falling into hell. They blocked this incredible scene, and they were all full of courage.

Those men who planned to stand up with the sword were also stunned and couldn't move. What's more, those who couldn't hold their hands and feet were soft, and they dropped the sword to the ground with a "bang" sound...

Ningyan trembled in the arms of that Lin student. She was so afraid that she would not be spared tonight. However, when she saw that Lin Xuezi hugged her tightly, she couldn't help but feel a little comfort in her heart. She thought that if she married into Anle Houfu tomorrow, just like a deep house courtyard, guarding the uninteresting Lord Shen, and being dictated by him, then her future life will be the same as dead, so if she can die in this unrestrained Lin Xuezi's arms tonight. In the middle, he was also happy. He only felt sorry for Lin Xuezi, who was full of poetry and scriptures, and his talent and ambition could not be seen in the world, so he would be buried here.

When she thought about this, her heart was a little sad, and she didn't care about her life. Lin Xuezi held the beauty in his arms and saw that her eyes were sad. He didn't understand the feelings of the little woman in his heart. He thought that Ningyan was extremely afraid, so he hugged her a little.

The black fog swallowed the moon, and the darkness wrapped around everyone. It was not a vast world, but at this time, a little white light flashed on the river in the middle of the lake. Everyone looked at it was the woman on the lake who pulled out her seven-foot sword.

The long sword crossed, and the dark day also flowed/a cold light.

The woman gently put the long sword in the water, and the coldness came from the sword. The sword spirit attracted the water light and coiled around the sword body. The lake trembled slightly and was ready to move.

It was gloomy and scattered, and the wind roared. At this moment, the woman's delicate body looked so thin under the huge ghost fog. The sound of the black fog showed bursts of murder, roaring and roaring, as if it was about to set off a momentum of destruction.

The woman stood by the water, her white clothes like snow, and the wind drifted away. Her face was as calm as yesterday. Her face was colorful and beautiful. In the face of the ghost fog, she seemed to be deaf and ignored it. There was a holy spirit wrapped around the woman, outstanding, as if she could cleanse the turbidity in the world for a moment. The ghost fog is helpless.

Lin Xuezi felt the woman's fearless momentum and praised loudly: "What an unyielding spirit in the world!"

He pointed to the princes who were paralyzed on the ground and scolded, "You guys are so sentimental that they are simply humiliating the sword of the gentleman you match. It's really makes the big man ashamed!"

Those people lowered their heads in shame and saw that Lin Xuezi called the previous singer who played the pipa and said, "Tonight, the demons are raging. This fairy is alone to eliminate demons and defend the way, but it has been a damaged situation. Since we don't have the ability to help the fairy fight, we will ask you to play a song to cheer him!"

The woman had also been frightened a lot before. She was already untidy and full of flowers. When she heard the words, she picked up the lute and was about to play. She played the strings a few times, but it was completely out of tune. It turned out that this person was already stunned by fear at this time. At this time, someone gently supported her, took the lute with one hand, and the warbler whispered softly. Rou said, "Bier, you're tired, let me do it."

It turned out that Ningyan saw that the singer had lost her mind, so she took over the pipa and picked it up. At this moment, everyone looked at herself and looked for the resolute eyes and encouraging eyes of Lin Shizi. There was a burst of softness in her heart, and then she calmed down and tightened the piano. The string played the pipa in his arms.

The sound of the lute is vertical, from small to large. The condensation smoke plays an ancient song of frontier fortress. The style is desolate and sad, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounds, just like thousands of troops and horses galloping, the battle is not flat, and the bones are amazing.

The scholars were amazed to see such a weak woman playing such a strong song. Goodbye, there is also a weak willow-like woman on the lake who fights demons with swords. Those dung beglings who have always known as a sword for life were suddenly ashamed.

At this moment, under the reflection of the black ghost fog, the empty ink-like water suddenly shook uneasily, and the waves sounded like the loud noise from ancient times. The sound was gloomy, like a flood bell, like excitement, and then turned down, covering the noisy hiss in the ghost fog, and the surging waves were wrapped in strong wetness, shouting. The roaring phoenix rolled up with water vapor and rushed to the face.

Everyone was stunned, but they saw a burst of white light on the woman on the lake, and the sword in her hand was especially bright.

The boat swayed again, and someone screamed. Lin Xuezi held the condensed smoke in one hand and held it on the edge of the boat corridor. He saw him shouting:

"The exile of the southern generals once drove 100,000 divisions. When I return to my old job and fall in love with the Ming Dynasty..."

The blue light of the woman's sword quickly affected all the water. The whole swallow lake boiled in an instant, and the turbid waves turned into the sky and covered the sun.

Lingqin sound conveys the ancient meaning, which emits an atmosphere of killing, and it is cold and fierce.

"Independent three-sided quiet, a sword knows..."

In the roaring waves, shrouded in the rolling ghost fog, the woman suddenly jumped high from the darkness and danced in the sky. The woman's head was high, looking up at the roaring ghost fog in the air. Her resolute eyes expressed the courage and courage.

The sound of the pipa became louder and faster, and it became more and more urgent. It was like a river rushing and the sunset. Everyone's hearts were tense. What they thought was the woman who raised her sword and soared into the sky.

The woman's body flashed with a fierce light. With a sword hitting the center of the black fog, she heard the ghost fog explode, and suddenly made a scream of tearing bones and flesh.

"It's not good!"

"It's not good!"

"Hate!"

Thousands of voices sounded from the ghost fog again, but this resentment and panic replaced the previous strangeness and inexplicableness, but when the ghost fog shrank smaller and smaller from the swallow lake, and when it turned into a fist, another bang dissipated in the world.

The black fog dissipated, and suddenly the moon was bright, the moon was shining high, the river stopped, and the swallow lake was clear again. A woman floated down on the boat from mid-air. Her expression was not tired, but she was still indifferent, and there was no water and fire.

"What do you want to do in the vast river Han?" Lin Xuezi couldn't suppress the joy in his heart and recited aloud.

With a sound of a bang, the last sound of the ancient song was drawn, and the aftertaste was still endless, and the smoke at this time was already a tearful green shirt...