Night Talk Hundred Stories

Taking a step forward slowly, Hei Lang looked directly at the young man in front of him, without any emotion in his eyes, "Who are you?"

The young man didn't answer. He patted the head of the giant beast that had been standing quietly beside him. The giant leaped into the air, and formed a long spear in midair with a flash of silver light. Under the moonlight, there is a cold and biting luster.

The young man grasped the long spear very quickly, and swung it in front of him, his eyes were as cold as ice: "The beast to kill, Pixiu."

"Pixiu?" Hei Lang didn't care much when he heard the name, and he didn't care about the ancient beast, he just repeated it casually, and then said calmly: "If that's the case, I'll kill you, the beast that kills you. "

Pixiu looked as usual, raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was praising Hei Yao, "Very good."

Seeing that the black wolf was full of hostility and his eyes were cold and heartless, Pai Yao knew that he had fallen into a fierce beast, so he stopped talking nonsense, pointed his silver spear at the sky, and shouted sharply: "Breaking! Demon!"

The sharp tip of the spear suddenly glowed with an extremely dazzling silver luster, turning into several beams of light surrounding Hei Lang's body, but in a short while, a demon-breaking formation was formed. The extremely strong spiritual power forced Hei Lang back a few steps almost instantly, and after he stopped, there was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The aura from the ancient beasts in the formation was so strong that Hei Lang almost suffocated, but instead stimulated his bloodthirsty desire, a trace of enthusiasm gradually appeared in those calm eyes, he raised his head and let out a long roar, blood red dazzling The flames shot up into the sky, completely burning the silver light stationed in the south, and the black wolf turned into a black shadow in the blink of an eye, jumped out of the gap, and disappeared in front of Pixiu.

Before the battle, Pixiu's hand holding the silver gun tightened by three points, blue veins protruded from the back of his white hand, and a crack appeared on that mask-like face that had been indifferent for thousands of years. The demon-breaking formation at one corner squinted slightly, then quickly waved his right hand, pointed the silver gun straight to the southwest, the body of the gun trembled slightly and let out low sounds, and the red tassel on the gun moved slightly——

In the southwest, there is a pair of bright red eyes staring at Pixiu, it is the black wolf who forcibly suppressed his chest and the blood was surging.

Pixiu snorted coldly, he underestimated this fierce beast, he never imagined that the black wolf who had just fallen into the path of fierce beasts would have such strength, he could break through the magic formation in a moment, and he could retreat completely.

It seems interesting.

Thinking in this way, Pai Yao's attack became more and more fierce, the silver light condensed with spiritual power mercilessly slashed towards Hei Lang, but Hei Lang avoided sideways, the silver-white aura still cut a bloody hole on his neck, and immediately Warm blood flowed down the black wolf's fur, forming a small puddle of blood on the mud.

The black wolf mobilized the aura of his dantian to rest for a while, opened his mouth to reveal his sharp fangs, and rushed straight at Pixiu, bringing with it a gust of wind that filled the sky with dust, covering the figure of the young man, only a slender figure could be faintly seen receding After a few steps, the young man swung his spear, piercing the skin on Hei Lang's back and drawing out another line of blood.

After the dust had settled, the young man wiped away the blood on his lips with his left hand, and cast his cold eyes on the black wolf in front of him.

Hei Lang's blood-red eyes were naked, burning with bloodthirsty desire. He looked at the young man in front of him without any emotion, as if he was just looking at a dead object.

Without waiting for Pixiu to attack, the black wolf pounced on Pixiu again, biting Pixiu's left shoulder, Pixiu's right hand hit the back of Heilang's neck fiercely, but the black wolf dodged it, this time it actually tore off most of his robe sleeve, his left shoulder also It was bloody.

Pixiu, however, didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Seeing the black wolf panting on the ground, squinting his eyes slightly, chanting a series of spells, he threw the silver spear in his hand towards the black wolf's face. He was already seriously injured, and it was difficult to avoid it for a while, so he could only be suppressed by the divine beast's aura unwillingly. He stared at Pixiu with hatred, and there was a faint red light between the hairs on his forehead——

Seeing that the silver spear was about to pierce Hei Lang's face, one hand firmly held the spear, stopping the sharp tip an inch in front of Hei Lang.

One person and one wolf fought for a long time, but they didn't notice anyone approaching them at all!

Pixiu looked up, but it was a young man in thin clothes, his right hand holding the silver gun was bleeding, but he still refused to let go.

Pixiu was stunned for a moment, seeing that the young man's handsome face had an awe-inspiring and murderous aura, just like that black wolf, but what surrounded the young man was an extremely soft immortal energy - such a strange mixture, Pixiu It's the first time I've seen you.

But after a moment of distraction, Pai Yao said: "No matter who you are, don't hinder me."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I must hinder Your Excellency." With firm eyes, Qing He threw the silver gun in his hand on the ground, and the silver gun flew back to Pixiu's hand as soon as he let go, and Pixiu carried the silver gun behind his back with his backhand. The body of the gun belonged to the boy. The drops of blood were shaken off, just like a beautiful falling flower, outlining a bewitching arc under the moonlight.

Pixiu sneered and said: "This black wolf has already fallen into the way of a fierce beast, why bother to meddle in such trivial matters?"

Qing He frowned and said, "It's not a trivial matter."

Hei Lang behind Qinghe looked at the blood dripping from the fingertips of the young man in front of him, and suddenly became angry, but he didn't know why he was angry, but he felt that the bright red blood looked delicious, and he couldn't help it for a while. He forgot about the fight with Pixiu, and only thought about devouring the blood bead.

Pixiu noticed that the black wolf was about to move, and immediately took a step back, pointing the silver spear at Qinghe: "The relationship between the previous life of this beast and you is a previous matter, if you insist on defending it, I'm afraid you will bring trouble to yourself!"

"Whether it's the previous life or the present, it's all about me and Hei Yao. You say he's a beast, and he's bad in every way, but to me, he's the best." Qing He said, standing in the way. In front of the black wolf, "If you want to kill him, I won't stop you. But if I want to protect him, you can't stop me."

"Fool!" Pai Yao snorted coldly, silver white spiritual power brushed against the young man's side, Qing He's bleeding hand trembled slightly, dripping more blood very quickly.

"Ow—!"

With a long howl, the black wolf quickly rushed to Qinghe's side, stretched out his tongue to lick Shangqing and bloody palms, Qinghe didn't dodge, just let him move, when Pixiu saw this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, the reason why the beast It is a ferocious beast because it is utterly ruthless and does not distinguish between right and wrong. Looking at the actions of this black wolf now, it does not look like it has completely lost its mind...

The movements of his hands froze, and the pressure of the spiritual power emanating from him also weakened slightly, but the black wolf keenly caught his absence, and immediately turned around and pounced on him, knocking down the silver spear in his hand. He mercilessly drew blood on the back of his hand.

Seeing blood again, Pai Yao was also red-eyed, and now using blood as ink, he wrote a series of ancient spells in the air, the bright red blood characters glowed coldly in the night sky, after finishing writing, Pai Yao sternly said: "Kill!" The string of blood characters was firmly nailed to the black wolf Tianling as if consciously, and could not move for a moment.

Qinghe was also immobilized by the coercion of Pixiu, watching Hei Yao spit out a mouthful of blood in front of her, her face was already pale, and her nails were deeply buried in the flesh——

He has nothing to do right now!

The author has something to say: I can’t write to fight... (╯－＿－)╯╧╧It’s so tangled