Eighth Crown

There are swordsmen from the Demon Killing Team resident in the Swordsmith Village, but unfortunately, there are no column-level strong swordsmen among these resident swordsmen.

Not to mention that there has been no accident in the Swordsmith Village for hundreds of years, and there is no need for a pillar-level powerhouse to come to guard it.

In view of this, the people who live here are all ordinary swordsmen, but the ordinary swordsmen of the ghost killing team can't even deal with the bottom string in the twelve ghost months, and it is even more impossible to deal with the ghost of the top string, in Yuhu and Bantian. Under the dog's invasion, the swordsmen of the ghost killing team guarding here were quickly wiped out.

The village was in a state of panic because of the invasion of the Ghost of Winding Strings.

"The village chief, run away!"

Several swordsmiths guarded the village chief of the swordsmith village and ran away in the direction of the back mountain.

"As long as the village chief with the most superb forging skills is still alive, the swordsmith village will not perish!"

The swordsmiths in the village are basically ordinary people with little fighting ability. They may have good physical abilities because they need to forge iron, but none of the swordsmiths have qualified fighting consciousness and skills. They are all just swordsmiths. Not a swordsman.

Even the swordsmen who specially guarded here were easily killed, not to mention their weak swordsmen.

So, almost immediately, the swordsmiths of the swordsmith village packed up a bundle of sun-knives and ran away in all directions.

As long as the swordsmith is not dead, the swordsmith village can still be rebuilt, and the sun blade can still be forged. Even if it cannot be rebuilt, at least some sun blade should be brought out so that the swordsmen of the ghost killing team will not run out of swords in a short time. available.

The unlucky swordsman, in the process of escaping, encountered Bantiangou or Yuhu, or just the clones and puppets created by the two, and he could only die in the struggle.

The team that escorted the village chief had no choice but to run around like headless flies. Facing the invasion of the two evil spirits, they could only silently pray for a safe escape.

"not good!"

But on the way to escape, several people bumped into a four-legged goldfish monster, one of those puppet ghosts made by Yuhu.

The four-legged goldfish monster's body is very huge, and it looks more bloated than an elephant. When Sa Huan ran wildly, the impact was enough to smash a person's sternum, killing him on the spot.

"Fish! Fish! Fish!"

The bulging eyes of the goldfish monster spotted the team, and immediately spread its four legs, and charged towards this side under the strange roar.

"Take the village chief away!"

One of the swordsmiths who escorted the village chief was shouting at the others, while pulling out a sun wheel sword, and even the posture of holding the sword was full of flaws, so he raised the sword and slashed at the goldfish monster.

Unable to fight, he foolishly rushed towards him, only to be knocked out by the goldfish monster, spitting out large tracts of blood, and fell to the ground.

"Iron Well!"

Seeing the tragic state of their companions, the remaining few could not help but grit their teeth, but they were not dazzled by anger, but took advantage of the time their companions had won, and ran towards the back mountain.

"Woooooo! Damn it, it's me who's sorry everyone!"

The village chief of Swordsmith Village is an extremely short old man. He looks no more than the size of a seven or eight-year-old child. He has a very short stature and wears a fire man mask on his face. Drag forward in a way similar to carrying a coffin.

"fish!"

After the goldfish monster knocked the swordsmith flying, without any hesitation, it rammed in the direction of several people again.

"Gah! It's the village head!"

Before the knifesmiths had time to fall into despair, a screeching scream came from the sky.

"call--"

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind whistled, and some kind of huge flying object galloped down from the sky, bringing gusts of wind, and at the same time, it also waved its steel-like wings, and directly lifted the goldfish monster out. .

"Wow wow! What is this?!"

Several swordsmiths also threw the childish village head out because he couldn't stand firm, causing him to roll around on the ground several times before hitting a rock.

Before they could stand firm, they saw a huge flying dragon descend from the sky and stay in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, a figure fell from Feilong's back and was printed into their eyes.

It was a boy who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old. He was wearing a thin T-shirt that was out of season, and his brown hair was fluttering in the wind.

"Gah! Gah! Is the village chief all right?"

A crow flew out of his arms and landed in front of several swordsmiths. Only at this moment, few people reacted, and they quickly ran to the edge of the mountain and hugged the village chief. Mask, did not hit the head, or at least a concussion.

"Goldfish ghost?"

Liu Xia ignored the commotion over there, and after getting off the back of the flying dragon, he faced the goldfish monster on the opposite side.

"Fish! Fish!"

After the goldfish monster was blown away by the flying dragon, it immediately got up from the ground, and without a word, charged towards Liu Xia again.

"The breath is not very strong, and there is no wisdom. It looks like a puppet."

Liu Xia stretched out his hand and made He Dao appear in his hand.

"Qian—!"

I saw a blade of light flashing through the air, without any bells and whistles, Hese's arc had already cut off the fish monster's head, causing its corpse to separate and fall to the ground again.

"fish-!"

But even if it fell to the ground, the goldfish monster still showed no signs of disappearing, but He Dao caused him huge damage, causing him to let out a pain-like instinctive cry.

"Can you cut your neck to death?"

Liu Xia's eyes swept back and forth over the fish monster, and found a head-sized pot on the back of the fish monster, "Speaking of which, the fifth of the winding string is called a jade pot?"

Liu Xia stepped forward and smashed the jade pot behind the fish monster with a knife, turning it into ceramic fragments, detached from the fish monster and fell to the ground.

After the jade pot shattered, the fish monster immediately stopped struggling, and the whole body quickly turned into black ash and dissipated.

"The pot is the weak point. Is this the fifth blood ghost technique?"

Liu Xia understood, and then turned to look at the swordsmiths behind him.

"Great! Has the Ghost Killing Squad finally come to support us?!"

After seeing Liu Xia, several swordsmiths burst into tears as if they saw a savior.

No one has any doubts because of his age. The Ghost Killing Team is not a place where age determines strength. Compared with age, the most important thing for a breathing swordsman is talent, and he just killed a fish monster. No one doubted him anymore.

"Oh oh oh? I thought who killed my baby, so there are still fish that slip through the net? Hey, hey, this is really great!"

Just as several people spoke, a voice full of excitement and cruelty came from not far away.