My wife is not a demon

on the street.

Governor Yu stared at the ghost-masked man, slipping a dagger into his hand from his sleeve, his expression became a little more dignified, his eyes still aloof and indifferent.

Snapped!

The Ghost-Mask stomped his foot.

In an instant, his figure flew up.

At the moment of flying, the surrounding space seemed to be solidified by glue, and the airflow became extremely slow.

Even the clouds in the sky seemed to be frozen.

"Ten steps, one kill?"

Governor Yu's eyes flickered, staring at the ghost-masked man. "It turned out to be the number one killer in the Heavenly Court, Yin Pluto."

Heaven killer?

Chen Mu, who was originally worried about Meng Yanqing, was stunned when he heard the name, staring at the ghost-masked man.

This is the top of the Heavenly Court Killer?

So the previous killers are also Heavenly Court killers?No, their level is not yet at the level of the Heavenly Court Killer.

That said, it could be two waves...or even multiple waves of Killer.

Jian Xiao rushed up.

There was a faint white light on the sword body, which was very beautiful, like a woman's veil, but it was very deadly.

Yin Pluto's dark eyes were icy cold.

The long sword in his hand pierced through the void, and dozens of tiny cracks appeared in the surrounding spiritual power space.

step.

two steps.

……

Obviously his pace is extremely slow, but it gives people a ghostly feeling, it is difficult to catch where his voice appears in the next moment.

Up to the tenth step, the sword energy is like a dragon dancing in the air, unpredictable.

A space boundary that seemed to separate the world appeared!

It was a dazzling and gorgeous brilliance.

scoff!

The two sword blades staggered apart, drawing a flame.

I thought it would be an earth-shattering battle, but after the sword strike, the two stood back to back, like two stone statues.

"What a fast sword."

Lord Rain touched the blood oozing from his neck.

The opponent's sword was only a half point away from cutting his main artery. This is undoubtedly one of the strongest assassins he has ever encountered.

Unfortunately, failure is failure.

He turned to look at Yin Ming Wang, and said calmly, "You took an extra step."

"But if I don't take one more step, I might die in your hands."

Yin Mingwang looked down at the blood oozing from his lower abdomen, his eyes were a little dim, and he said bitterly, "There will be a period later!"

Want to go?

Master Yu Du's eyes were full of brilliance, and his footsteps moved.

But before he could take a step, a cloud of black mist was suddenly thrown by the other party, rushing over like a tide.

These black mist turned into ferocious ghost heads, as big as fists, in various shapes, each with terrifying bloody mouths and overlapping fangs.

Or ghost crying and chirping, or phosphorus fire spinning.

Governor Yu waved his sword to disperse these ghost tricks, and looked up again, only to find that King Yinming had long since disappeared.

With a gloomy face, he said coldly: "Search the whole city!"

"Yes!"

Those Xichang guards responded quickly.

At this time, Meng Yanqing, who had recovered from the panic, said in a trembling voice belatedly: "That voice is exactly the same as my ex-husband!"

What! ?

Chen Mu was stunned.

Looking down at the pale woman in her arms, she realized that the problem was serious: "You heard me right."

Meng Yanqing tried her best to shake her head: "After so many years of husband and wife, how could I get it wrong."

Chen Mu's face was extremely ugly.

First they looked similar, and then a killer with a similar voice emerged. Could it be the same person?

Or... Papa Awei is really resurrected?

"Try to chase!"

With one arm around the woman's slender waist, Chen Mu flew down the teahouse.

Swish!

Just as it fell, fragments of sword blades flew towards it.

The hairs on Chen Mu's neck stood up, and he shook the shark-toothed knife with his wrist, knocking out the flying broken blade.

Looking at Governor Yu who looked indifferent not far away, he quickly said: "I am the chief arrester of the six gates, Chen Mu—"

This familiar line.

Lord Yu flicked his fingertips, but each piece of blade contained tens of thousands of tiny sword lights, shooting towards Chen Mu violently like a storm.