The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Fragments of the first half of her life flashed through Chen Fu's mind, wandering and wandering, studying hard, taking over the company, and finally fixed on the moment when Chen Jing pushed her out.

Chen Jing!

Even if she was a ghost, she would never let him go!

"Oh my God!" The members of the Mystery Department who surrounded the auctioneer had just chased after them, and their pupils shrank suddenly when they saw the scene of the human eye being dissected.

At the very moment, a strong wind of black and white whizzed past.

The next moment, a hand suddenly appeared, tightly clasping the pianist's skinny paw.

That hand was delicate and soft, seemingly powerless compared to the pitch-black claws like steel bars, but it firmly restrained the pianist's eye-gouging movements.

The tip of the sharp claw, which was less than one centimeter away from the pupil, seemed to be shining with a sharp cold light. Chen Fu's throat was tense, and she dared not even breathe out.

"Le Ning! It's you again!"

The pianist's blood-red eyes rolled with fierce aura, and his voice was hoarse. When he roared, the other claw came out and grabbed Le Ning's eyes.

"Get out!" The pianist just moved his paws, and Tan Mingyuan, who came from behind, yelled sharply, smashing his bowl-shaped fists.

boom!

A fierce punch was like hitting a steel plate, making a huge shock.

No matter how evil the pianist was, he couldn't resist the impact of this absolute force. He was sent flying upside down, smashing into the crowd all the way, cracking the railing, and flying out of the stands.

Tan Mingyuan's move is extremely powerful, and it's not unsightly. It was obvious that he had kept his hand from Le Ning before, but it's a pity that Le Xiaoning didn't feel his kindness at all, and was even a little crazy.

"How did you knock him into the air! What if he ran away!"

Tan Mingyuan: "Careless."

The two quickly chased them out.

The grandstand railing was knocked out a huge twisted gap, and the pianist fell on the floor of the banquet hall below, struggling and twisting on a pile of railing fragments, and was about to get up and run.

A few members of the Alien Department quickly tied the climbing ropes, and were about to chase down, when suddenly a gust of wind blew past a member holding a mahogany sword, and the mahogany sword in his hand disappeared.

Looking back, I saw Le Ning holding his mahogany sword, stepping on the edge of the empty stand, jumping down without blinking, falling straight down, and throwing a sentence "Lend me use".

God!

Several team members' hearts were raised in their throats.

This is the third floor!No matter how low the floor is, it's still six meters high. Just jumping down like this, it's fatal!

However, the next moment, Le Ning landed on the hall, with both hands and feet on the ground at the same time, with one knee slightly propped up, dissipating most of the impact force, as stable as a light and agile cat.

Le Ning shook his numb hands and feet, and rushed up with the mahogany sword, leaving only a few team members stunned on the rope.

He has caught countless of these things in the mountains, no matter what kind of evil or strange, the basic principle is one, don't give them a chance, as long as you give them a little breathing time, they will bite you to death in turn.

The pianist screamed and struggled to get up. Seeing Le Ning rushing, he took a few steps back.

At this moment, his hair fell off and his scalp was exposed, his flesh and blood were eroded, and his bluish white skin covered his bones. If he didn't have the tuxedo, he would be a skeleton of human skin.

It looked at Le Ning coldly with blood red eyes, "You really are everywhere."

Le Ning took the mahogany sword and slashed, but he also hated it, "I should say that!"

"Do you think I'm still as afraid of you as I was in the mountains?" The pianist roared, grabbing one end of the long table.

The long table of the banquet is very narrow, but it is invincibly long and full of weight, but the pianist suddenly raised it, grabbed the end of the long table and waved it.

The long table waved, smashing the colorful floor-to-ceiling windows of the banquet hall, and the cold sea breeze rushed into the banquet hall with a suitable temperature in an instant.

Along with the sea breeze, there are wanton threads of resentment, each thread carrying thousands of seeds of fear, as black as ink, rushing straight towards Le Ning's face.

At the same time, the pianist waved the long desk and smashed it hard.

Le Ning's expression tightened, and he quickly slashed at the mahogany sword with two fingers together, chanting a spell quickly in his mouth, and slashed against the black paint and resentment that filled the sky.

The people on the third floor staring at the people below saw that Le Ning was engulfed in pitch black resentment, they were all aroused.

Seeing this scene, all the team members of the Strange News Department accelerated their downward speed, grabbed the rope with one hand, and went straight down.

However, before they could save the scene, a ray of golden light suddenly flashed in the middle of the dark and dense resentment, and then the golden light exploded.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, especially Tan Mingyuan who had just landed.

He just said, how could Le Ning, who can beat two of them with one, be easily defeated by the possessed evil spirit.

But just when he was going to help Le Ning, the black air of resentment dissipated, and Le Ning fell to one knee unbearably.

His face was pale, and the mahogany sword was propped on the ground in his hand. The next moment, the mahogany sword broke with a snap.

At the same time as the wood broke, Le Ning spat out a mouthful of blood, and Tan Mingyuan's heart sank when he saw it.

Le Ning really doesn't feel very good now, it's easy to get rid of the miasma of resentment, but the sneak attack hidden in the miasma of resentment is not so easy to hide. on the spine.

The evil claws like chicken feet clawed at the spine of the vest, almost pulling away his entire bone.

At that moment, his whole body was icy cold, his soul seemed to be pulled out, his mind seemed to be thrown into a washing machine and stirred, his whole world was spinning, and he was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit.

"It really works!" The pianist who was photographed at the other end of the banquet hall got up and twisted his neck evilly. Unaware, looking mad,

"Hahaha, you master and apprentice have been arrogant for so many years, and this time I found the key."

Enduring the dizziness of top-heavyness, Le Ning stood up straight, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He wondered in his heart that he was just caught by the spine, how could he have such a big reaction, but his face remained completely motionless, and he even sneered, "So what if you find it?"

As he said that, he grabbed it to the side. The overall gorgeous European-style retro style of the banquet hall is naturally indispensable for sculptures. The sculpture next to it is clasped with both hands, holding a half-human tall sword.

The spine was dragged by the sharp pain, and Le Ning stared at the pianist with only one bone left.

"After so many years, you are very unconvinced, right?"

The pianist gritted his teeth and was about to answer, but Le Ning took a step ahead of him, "If you don't accept it, you can't kill me."

As soon as the words fell, he drew the sword out.

The huge sword was tall, and the moment it was pulled out, there was a trembling hum.

Le Ning held the sword, and slashed the sword with his palm. It was clearly not sharpened, but when he pulled it, a long row of blood marks was left on the sword.

The bleeding hand raised the hilt of the sword, and the heavy sword actually floated out of thin air.

Tan Mingyuan, who was catching up, was so shocked that his eyes almost didn't fall off. Can this be done?

Is it too contrary to the laws of physics?

The great sword floated directly below the clasped hands, and above Le Ning's hands were flying, forming seals so fast that the speed was almost as fast as an afterimage. Along with the seals, a majestic and long mantra poured out.

The mantra was uttered, and the blood on the sword was like a living thing, criss-crossing and spreading all over the entire sword.

The moment the incantation was finished, the huge sword suddenly swung from vertical to horizontal, obviously without a front, but the tip of the sword shone with a cold light that seemed to be real, and pointed directly at the pianist opposite.