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Hearing Qi Yan's roar, the little boy paused suddenly and turned his head to look over.

Although he had Zhang Chunliang's face, his eyes were dead silent, without any vitality.

Seeing Qi Yan, he grinned a strangely curved smile: "A stranger?"

As the little boy turned his head, the four men in black standing beside him also turned around.

Only then did Qi Yan see clearly, where are these four people?They clearly don't even have facial features.

It was the first time that Qi Yan faced such a group of weird ghosts alone, his heart beat like a drum, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his hair.

But from the corner of his eye, he saw Fang Yun who was thrown on the ground like garbage, and he knew that he couldn't tolerate timidly retreating.

Sword Spirit asked: "Are you looking for death?"

Qi Yan pursed his lips and remained silent, deciding to act first.He stared at the little boy and drew out the epee, jumped up at the boy and struck with the sword first.

The strength of his sword was extremely fierce, but the little boy's body turned into a wisp of black smoke in an instant before the sword came, causing him to miss the blow, leaving only a very deep sword mark on the ground .

Qi Yan stabilized his center of gravity, turned sideways with a quick reaction, and threw himself in Fang Yun's direction.

The four faceless people also moved at this moment, blocking Qi Yan's way.

Qi Yan immediately changed his body style, quickly lowered his waist to avoid the grasp of the faceless man, jumped up to avoid another faceless man sweeping his lower legs, and then swept across with his sword to cut the strange thing in front of him in two part.

In the instant when all this happened, the strange man couldn't dodge Qi Yan's sword at all, the two hit each other with a dull sound, and the sword edge pierced through the flesh again.

However, just as the sword cut off the faceless man's leg, it grew back in an instant, intact as before.

Qi Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and then he was kicked so hard that he flew backwards.

The faceless man jumped up, clasped his fists together, and hit Qi Yan's stomach in one fell swoop, smashing him back to the ground again.

Qi Yan only felt that the opponent's fist was extremely heavy for some reason. It was a cold and dead feeling. When it hit his abdomen, a cold and sticky air invaded along the opponent's fist. up.

Qi Yan lay on his back on the ground, coughing unsteadily, and a few streaks of blood came out from the corner of his mouth.

The little boy who turned into black smoke laughed fiercely, and said sarcastically, "We're vulnerable."

Qi Yan stared wide-eyed, seeing that the faceless man was about to stomp his foot on his chest, immediately pressed his abdomen with one hand, rolled to the side several times, then half-kneeled up with his sword on the ground.

"I didn't want to crush you, a little bedbug, to death." Hei Yan humiliated, "But you are born to seek death."

After it finished speaking, those people rushed over and knocked Qi Yan away heavily.

When the four people who didn't even have faces approached, Qi Yan only felt that their bodies were covered with a sticky chill, the exposed skin was cold and hard, but there was no vitality at all, and the horror was as heavy as a dead body. people.

The speed of the four of them was faster than before, Qi Yan had already been hit when he saw them moving.

As soon as Qi Yan landed on the ground and got up again, he rushed towards Fang Yun's direction without fear of death, and was sent flying back again.

After several fights like this, although Qi Yan was hit hard several times, it was probably because the ghost had some kind of evil taste, and he didn't want to kill him with one fatal blow, but wanted to play him to death slowly, Therefore, although Qi Yan felt numb pain in the place where he was beaten, the injury was not yet life-threatening.

After such a long time, the ghost also saw that Qi Yan had no intention of escaping at all, but was desperately trying to protect the empty shell incarnation on the ground.

It's just that it wants to destroy this incarnation, and its original intention is to retaliate against the owner of this incarnation for crossing rivers and demolishing bridges in the past, making the other party useless and venting his anger.

It clearly knows that this is probably just a trivial trick for the other party.

It hasn't naively thought that it can really touch the opponent's body along the avatar.

It's just that this empty shell avatar is destroyed, and the owner of the avatar may not be really anxious. Why is this little brat so anxious as if he is going to die?

It pondered for a while, then suddenly laughed strangely, and the four faceless men also slowed down their movements: "It's just an empty shell, it's so important... Little beast, don't you know it's just an empty shell?" Shell? That's interesting."

This ghost thing is already weird, and it will speak in a strange way, so Qi Yan can't understand its meaning even more.

Qi Yan only thought it was mocking Renxiu's concept of life and death, looked at the black smoke and remained silent.

Seeing that Qi Yan didn't respond, it stopped talking too much, and smiled to itself for a while and said: "The old man will destroy this empty shell in front of you first, and then crush you to death."

Qi Yan opened his eyes wide after hearing its slander, took a deep breath and immediately rushed towards Fang Yun again, and was kicked back again after a few moves.

At this time, the sword spirit no longer complained about Qi Yan's stupid behavior and that he would die immediately, but said after a moment of silence: "This is an old ghost, you can't beat it. Young man, cut your palm off quickly , I need your blood alone."

Hearing this, Qi Yan immediately stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the sword without saying a word, and blood flowed out of his hand, dripping down along the edge of the sword.

The sword spirit waited until half of the blade was covered with blood, and then said: "Okay."

As soon as it finished speaking, Qi Yan felt something invaded along his hand holding the sword, rushing upwards along the meridian quickly, the place where it passed was numb, and he lost all consciousness.

After a while, half of Qi Yan's body went numb.

Then he felt his hand holding the sword move slightly uncontrollably, as if moving his fingers, and then clenched the hilt tightly again.

He felt that he raised his head, looked at the group of ghosts with burning eyes, and raised one corner of his lips, half a smile: "What kind of thing are you, you dare to jump up and down in front of Gu, so arrogant, Um?"

It was the sword spirit that came out of the sword and attached to him.

The ghost paused for a moment, and then sneered with a "heh": "Little beast, what's wrong with you? If you want to die so much, I will help you."

Qi Yan felt that the sword spirit seemed to be angry, the corners of his lips twitched, and a blood vessel was throbbing on his forehead: "Who allowed you to provoke Gu so much?"

After talking about the sword spirit, he wanted to rush towards that ghost.

But it didn't inform Qi Yan in advance, and it also forgot that it could only control half of Qi Yan's body.

It wanted to run, but Qi Yan didn't move, it seemed to be paralyzed when it ran.

Sword Spirit scolded angrily: "You are moving!"

Qi Yan let out a "hmm", barely cooperating with the sword spirit, controlling half of his body by himself, limping over in a strange posture.

While running, Jian Ling muttered with Qi Yan's mouth: "The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the phoenix with its feathers plucked is not as good as a chicken..."

Accompanied by its complaints, a small, almost white, light-colored flame ignited at the hilt of the heavy sword.

The sword spirit shouted: "Young students, make a trick!"

Qi Yan made the formula according to the words, and the sword spirit began to mutter.

The small flame on the hilt rose with his voice, and after a while, the entire blade burned.

Alarm bells rang in the ghost's heart.For some reason, it looked at the flame, and instinctively began to be afraid.

It drove the faceless monsters together to stand in front of it.

The sword spirit paused, and Qi Yan had already predicted the opponent's next move. Before the sword spirit could say anything, he turned around and swung the sword out in coordination with it.

This time, the sword edge only cut a gash in the faceless man's leg, but the wound did not heal as quickly as last time, but was stained by the light-colored flame on the tip of the sword, and then burned up, raising wisps of flames. Like burnt black smoke.

The faceless man was no longer as unconscious as before, and began to struggle violently, but after a while, his whole body was still on fire, and there was no ashes left.

The sword spirit sneered: "Little evil spirit is crooked, it's not enough to see in front of Gu."

Black smoke trembled in mid-air.

It has lived long enough and experienced enough, and it suddenly remembered what this unattractive little flame looked like.

Like the Nanming Lihuo recorded in the fragments of ancient books, it is the pure yang fire that can burn away the evil spirits in the world.

It's just that the cluster of flames doesn't look pure enough.

It let out a scream, and controlled its own puppet to rush towards Qi Yan, while it turned around and fled.

The sword spirit stared at Guixiu viciously: "You humiliated Gu, and you still want to run?"

The sword spirit had seen Qi Yan's moves before, and when he drew his sword, he had already deviated from Qi Yan's habits.After the first few steps of walking with a limp, Qi Yan could already predict the intention of the sword spirit, and for a while, one person and one spirit cooperated seamlessly, as if they had become one person.

But the fire of the sword spirit is not pure enough, there is no way to sword a small puppet, and the remaining three puppets use their bodies to block Qi Yan's footsteps.

In the end, the sword spirit only had time to dye the black smoke with a trace of sparks, and it disappeared screaming.

"It's not a problem." The sword spirit turned the sword in his hand with a lack of interest, and let go of his strength, "If you touch the lonely spark, you will be burned, and you will lose half your life if you don't die."

After it finished speaking, Qi Yan felt something suddenly pulled away from the half of his body holding the sword.

It was the sword spirit who returned to the sword.

Qi Yan didn't immediately regain consciousness on one side of his body, so he lost his weight and fell unsteadily.

"Young students, don't get me wrong, I don't want to take your home." The sword spirit added, "I don't like it."

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