Chapter 65 in the painting of Jiangshan

As soon as the black gas dissipated, the stupidity resurfaced, and his face suddenly improved. He only heard a sigh. Because he lost the black gas, his body fell down. At this time, Li Weihua leaned over, pulled over his shoulder, and caught him.

"Sister Fairy, you are so awesome that you can melt my uncle Mo's true spirit..." Li Weihua was surprised.

Mo-faced guest's eyes narrowed into a line and stared at it. He was also shocked. He couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect this person to have such a cold water attribute, which should not be underestimated."

However, the previous Qi Miao could melt the true qi that he attacked in the fool's body with one blow, but it also had something to do with her burning Dantian Zhenqi. The whole body's true qi stormed against the ink face and the erosion of the sword qi. After that, it hit the fool's body with a highly condensed water cold true qi, which was the whole thing.

"Amazing, amazing..." The ink-faced guest chatted a few times and couldn't help praising it.

Qimiao smiled bitterly and shook her body a few times. The meridians in her body were like the drying river. There were few true qi left. At this moment, she could only stand in the air and encourage her to maintain it.

"Alas, what should I do next?" Zhou Hanzhi saw that his sister's body was empty, and he couldn't help saying helplessly.

"Interesting, really interesting!" The ink face said two interesting sounds, and suddenly his body moved against the wind, turned into a black smoke, and his body was strange, and suddenly floated over.

I saw his body flash away, and the next time he appeared, he actually came to Li Miohua's side.

At this moment, Li Miaohua was standing in the air with his stupid shoulders. When she saw the lightning suddenly appear in front of her, she couldn't help but be shocked. She was about to call out: "Grandpa Mo..." Before she finished speaking, she saw the ink man gently light her arm with a sword handle. At that time, her arms softened and her arms loosened, and the stupid screamed and fell. It fell down.

With a flutter, the stupid body fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, his body was like a golden stone, and he was not afraid of such collisions.

"Grandpa Mo, what are you going to do?" Li Miohua said angrily. The ink-faced guest did not answer. The hilt of the sword in her hand clicked three times and shot out three black sword spirits. Li Meihua called out, only felt that Guan Yuan's three acupuncture points on her shoulders and chest were sealed with true qi by the ink-faced guest. Her body was stagnant, but she actually had no real strength. Fa Tiju also fell to the ground like a fool.

The ink-faced guest hand was like an electrician, crossed the three-foot short sword, crossed a true air, and fell lightly to the ground with Li Weihua's body.

All these actions were completed in the lightning fire. Zhou Hanzhi and Qi Miao had not reacted in time. When they brushed, the body of the ink-faced guest turned into a black smoke again, dragging the long remnants all the way and appeared beside him. He only heard him say coldly: "This last move has nothing to do with the two people on the ground, but Of the two of you, the old man is determined to take the life of one of them..."

He first glanced at Zhou Hanzhi. The latter was surprised. The ink-faced guest glanced at him disdainfully, and then looked at Qi Miao, but the latter looked at himself with a calm expression. He nodded, and the three-foot short sword pointed to Zhou Hanzhi first:

"You have learned the Huangting technique of being familiar with immortals. You masters and apprentices are indeed carved in the same mold, and they are all exactly the same hypocrisy. Previously, you first used the characteristics of the monk's forging King Kong to resist my blow, and did not want to help him..."

He said with contempt, paused for a moment, and then said, "People like you are engaged in learning, calculating people's hearts, and taking others as pawns in your own hands. After that, this monk took my second blow. His life was in an instant, but you don't want to help with Huang Ting's skill, so cherish your life. It's selfish and really despicable!"

Say this, the ink-faced guest can't help but think of another person. Although this person also serves the world as a chess piece in his hand, he is much more frank than Zhou Hanzhi. He is a real villain.

Zhou Hanzhi heard him accuse himself so, and his face changed slightly, but he was very good at nourishing his energy. He said that he was a great enemy and should not be provoked by his words, but he did not move and was unreasonable

At this time, the ink-faced guest glanced at Qi Miao again, but praised, "You can do your best to save other people's lives regardless of your life. Although this is quite stupid, I like the old man very much."

"Thank you for your love." Qi Miao heard the sound and leaned slightly and thanked.

"Oh..." Mo-faced guest waved his hand and said, "Don't be happy. Who will I kill next, but it's not based on preference..."

He suddenly scratched his shoulder, but it was neither painful nor itchy, and said as usual, "Later, the old man, I will close my eyes and give you half a cup of tea, and let you two run. At that time, I will think about it in my heart, either kill the farthest one or the nearest one. When I opened my eyes, no matter what the man did, he would take action.

After he said that, he closed his eyes, held a three-foot sword in his arms, and whispered, "You can run..."

"Sister Fairy, hide!" Li Miaohua couldn't move her true anger and couldn't control the sky, so she had to turn to the sky on the ground and shouted loudly. Her face was full of concern, and she kept urging the Qi Miao to leave quickly.

The ink-faced guest closed his eyes and shook his head with a wry smile. Half a cup of tea came in an instant. He was determined to kill the farthest person.

Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes, but his heart was surprised. He saw the pair of brothers standing side by side, alert and looking at himself.

However, seeing that Zhou Hanzhi was handsome and fluttering, the seven wonderful postures were beautiful. The two stood side by side like a pair of beautiful couples. He seemed to understand something in his heart and grinned and said, "So it..."

He gave Zhou Hanzhi a blank look and said, "I misread you, but I hope you won't regret it for a while."

Zhou Han stopped shaking the fan of heaven and pinned one hand behind him. The ribbon on his hat danced with the wind and his face looked calm. At this moment, he put down all his anxious and anxious thoughts. At this moment, his heart was soft and there were no other distractions.

"At this point, it's useless to think too much. Maybe this is the end of my life." He looked at Qi Miao affectionately and said to himself, "Fortunately, I can still have you around me at this last moment..."

Thinking of the emotion, he inadvertently took Qi Miao's hand and whispered, "Sister, today you and I will fight against the enemy side by side, and I will not leave you..."

Qi Miao nodded, and there was indeed some gratitude in her heart. At this time, she could feel the love of the other party, but the truth of the matter was so cruel. A trace of guilt flashed in her heart, and she sighed in her heart, so she let him hold her hand.

"Since your brothers are so good..." Mo-faced guest sneered and said, "The old man let one of them suffer alone, so let's send you on the road together!"