"Hurry up, hand over the killing stone and replace it with the big brother to do it, you will feel very painful."

Liao Wenjie shook the white-haired boy on the naginata and said ruthlessly: "Or, do you think you can struggle for a while? Can you kill me if you are lucky?"

Swish swish swish swish!

After the words came to an end, the white-haired boy threw out more than ten steel needles.

This is his usual weapon, called "Demon Retired Shuriken", which has the effect of sealing humans and spiritual bodies. Once hit, it can seal the enemy's spiritual power and movement ability, turning it into a salted fish on the knife board and slaughtered on the spot.

Dingding Ding——

The steel needle hit Liao Wenjie and was bounced to all directions. Coupled with his disdainful expression of "You are a good dish", the white-haired boy felt desperate.

"That's it?"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and grabbed the boy's eyes: "You have given the opportunity, but you didn't cherish it well, I will accept this killing stone."

"Bastard, don't expect to succeed. My mission is to hand over the killing stone to the person who is most suitable." The young man's eyes were fierce, and his hands suddenly stretched out, and his ten fingers turned into a hideous worm with his mouthparts, clamping Liao Wenjie's wrist tightly.

The worm secretes extremely corrosive toxins in the mouth. Because sharp teeth cannot break the skin, it can only stay along the arms, corrode the sleeves, and then fall to the ground and rises a large piece of blue smoke.

"No problem, isn't that person me?"

"You monster, you are not a human at all!"

The white-haired boy gritted his teeth and tried all his tricks, but he could not do anything to Liao Wenjie. The fierce light in his eyes suddenly surged and his body quickly expanded.

Danger!

Liao Wenjie felt cold and pulled out his naginata and evacuated it.

The next second, the boy's expanding body turned into a black ball, and black tentacles shot out, with extremely fast speed and indiscriminate attacks on all directions.

Liao Wenjie quickly retreated and saw clearly. The tentacles were condensed from countless faces of resentful spirits. Because the density was too strong, they should have been a spiritual body that ordinary people could not detect, and now they were clearly visible to the naked eye.

The tentacles attacked, and Liao Wenjie retreated again and again. He came to Isaiyama Ming, clamped him under his arm with his hand, and waved his naginata with his other hand and slashed at the tentacle.

Swish!

The cold light passed by, the blade disappeared in an instant, and interspersed with the tentacles, leaving only a bare hilt.

(One`'One)

Liao Wenjie took a breath and threw away the gradually atomized naginata, the sword of Viagra was in his hand, and flashed and retreated a hundred meters away.

"What is this? The ultimate move to die together?"

Looking at the black sphere that was squirming in front of him, he thought, and his eyebrows frowned into the Sichuan character.

In the two fights, whether it is the clone or the body, the young man can only be abused in front of him. If this scene in front of him is the boy's own strength, he will never believe it.

Then there is only one explanation, which is the power of the killing stone, or the remaining ability of the Nine-tailed ones are realized through the killing stone.

"This stone is indeed a weird one, but why didn't I find such a hidden trick when I used it?"

Liao Wenjie muttered, glanced at the side of his knees and was already stunned by the shocked Isaiyama: "Be honest and if you dare to cause trouble for me, I don't mind sending you a ride."

This sentence is the truth. The tentacle monster opposite is too weird. It will die if it touches it, and it will die if it touches it. Instead of letting Isaiyama Ming be transformed into an evil spirit, it is better for him to kill him and to pick up a good result of a wandering ghost.

"I, I understand..."

Isayama turned his head stiffly, his eyes stinged by the red light of the Shengxie Sword, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Liao Wenjie put on the Black Mountain mask, swung the Shengxie Sword, his figure flashed, leaving a red afterimage on the spot.

"The swords are transformed into thousands, and the wind and fire gods are like the law!"

The red sword light split hundreds in an instant, rolling down, interlaced with sword lights, with a sharp and powerful light awe-inspiring.

The blows intertwined, and the black ball was instantly swallowed by the domineering and sharp sword net, the black smoke dispersed, and the resentful spirits wailed and terrified.

efficient!

Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly, flashed to the bottom of the black ball, and without waiting for the tentacles to roll over the mat, he raised his hand and slapped the top of his head.

The air compressed and exploded, and there was only a loud bang, and the atomized air wave exploded layer by layer, and the invisible heavy pressure hit the sphere.

Under the violent impact, the sphere deformed into a hemisphere, like an exploded water ball, and countless black smoke splashed and dispersed. The sphere lasted for only half a second and then flew towards the sky at a high speed with the impact momentum.

Below, a red light soared into the sky and bit behind it.

"The sword returns for a moment, defeat the evil god sword, and drive away demons and subdue demons!"

The red light gathered in the air, arranged into a giant sword, sweeping across the force of a thousand pounds, carrying scarlet light, and slashing the black sphere in half from bottom to top.

In an instant, the two halves of the balls shattered and split into a cloud of smoke surrounded by resentful spirits, and the meteorite rushed towards the city below like a downward.

"The swords are transformed into thousands, nameless and formless, and the sun and the moon are shining together!"

The blood-red sword differentiated hundreds, forming a overwhelming momentum in the blink of an eye. The bloody wind and rain continued in pieces. With the rapid whistling sound, it intercepted all the smoke and defeated it in mid-air.

...

River bank.

The white-haired boy crawled out of the water and fell wet on the lawn of the embankment. At this moment, his face was pale, his eyes were pitch-black, and his eyes were snow-white, and he had already fallen into an evil spirit.

"What a terrible guy, even the power of the Nine Tails can do anything about it. Is this the reason why he ignores the killing stone?"

A flash of fear flashed in the boy's eyes, and it was soon replaced by resentment: "Damn guy, you don't want to integrate into the killing stone, why do you interfere with other people? It's obvious that their souls are eager for the killing stone."

"You can't agree!"

"!"

Hearing the sound in his ears, the boy was struck by lightning and got up from the lawn with horror.

Liao Wenjie stood on the shore with a sword, his eyes were blood-red and ferocious under his mask: "Everyone has desires. The difference between beasts and gentlemen lies in the way they use to realize their own desires. We cannot ask everyone to be as self-improvement as me, but it is not necessary to use killing stones to breed other people's desires."

"You, you..."

"The moon is dark and windy at night, and the good day is here. It's time for you to set off!" Liao Wenjie raised the evil sword, and the red light surrounded the buzzing sound, encircling the white-haired boy.

"No, you can't kill me, I still have to look for it..."

"I said, that person is me."

Swish!

The red light swept across, the fine sword net swept down, and the young man's body turned into flesh and blood droplets all over the sky.

A big red hand stretched out, caught the falling killing stone, quickly contracted and returned, holding the stone in the palm of his palm placed it in front of Liao Wenjie.

"What a big one. At my current assimilation rate, it will take at least three months to absorb it."

Liao Wenjie shook the yellow talisman and threw it down, took the stone and put it in his hand and stumbled. Three months was too long.

On the other hand, Isaiyama Ming, who witnessed the fight between gods, fell into a state of dismay, and his eyes showed an extremely strong yearning. If she had such powerful power, the heir of the Isaiyama family would definitely not be Isaiyama Huangquan.

No, if she had such powerful power, she would never be satisfied with the position of a family heir. She would lead the Isaiyama family to unprecedented glory, and it would be possible to make the Zong family Tugong family bow down and turn into a division family.

However, there is no, the power belongs to others, and she is as weak as she can only act as a crowd of onlookers, and even her life depends on others to get it back.

The family heirs and family treasure swords were inherited by their adopted daughters. Although Isaiyama Huangquan is very outstanding, she is not bad either...

"If it weren't for her, and if my uncle hadn't picked her up on a whim, that would have been great!" Isaiyama Miyato clenched his fists and murmured to himself with his long hair covering his face.

"Sorry, I didn't hear anything."

Liao Wenjie walked out of the darkness and came to Aiyama Ming in two steps. He looked at the twinkling and frightened eyes from a high point. After a moment, he slowly said: "I probably understand why that kid came to you. Flies do not bite seamless eggs. Your thoughts are very dangerous."

"No, I...I don't, I'm not jealous of her."

He was stunned for a moment and said what he was thinking. Isaiyama Ming was panicked and suddenly lowered his head, not daring to look at Liao Wenjie.

"I didn't say you were jealous of her."

Liao Wenjie curled his lips and referred to the legendary girls dormitory group, which shows that there was another plastic sister incident.

However, what does this have to do with him? It really has something to do with him. It was also when he started to fight. He moved a small bench to watch it.

Liao Wenjie squatted down, holding a ball of water ball in his palm, and healing Isayama Ming's injuries.

The palms of his hands were broken, and he couldn't tell that he was wearing boots on his feet. He probably had the same injury. If he had been an ordinary woman, he was already rolling on the ground in pain.

After the palm injury was cured, Liao Wenjie grabbed Isayama's calf, untied his boots, and pressed his palm against the instep to repair his bloody wound.

"You are the agent of the exorcist in the countermeasure room. You are in good condition and you will be able to jump around immediately. You can call them to contact them." Holding her white and tender feet, Liao Wenjie couldn't help but take a look. Although he does not have a fetish about foot fetishing, he has to admit that this foot is quite beautiful.

"No, my name is Isayama Hiroshi, I am a free exorcist."

Isayama's eyes twitched, and his knees curled up and his bare feet were hiding. I'm sorry, this powerful man with a mysterious origin... Well, his eyes are not very regular.

"Isaiyama..."

Liao Wenjie blinked and took off his other boots from Isaiyama: "So that's it. The girl you are jealous of is Huang Quan, and you are her sister."

“…”

When I heard Liao Wenjie mention his cousin, he looked very familiar tone and Isayama gritted his teeth tightly.

She was jealous again.

"As far as you are concerned, in terms of appearance and temperament, I prefer your type, so in my opinion, there is no need for you to be jealous of her."
To be continued...