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“Seniors are also asked to indicate their ways of life.” The altar master had a hard scalp and asked.

“Take this seat for an attack. Of course, this seat will not do everything in its power. As long as you survive this attack, this seat will let you live.” Song Shuhang extended a finger, "he said.

Shame. Once this thing reaches its threshold, it will crumble like a three-way view.

Book sailing after one seat at a time, instead, I felt less ashamed and spoke smoothly.

The altar master's face is so dark that even if the opponent doesn't do everything in his power, even if he just flies a sword with his hand, he can kill him half!

But he had no choice.

An attack may kill you, but there is still a chance.

If you don't accept the terms of your predecessor, just sacrifice the flying sword and you can cut off his head for the night pot in minutes.

And... he also has a bottom card. As an evil ghost, he had a strange way of saving his life, perhaps taking a blow at the expense of ‘dying’ once.

Thinking of this, the altar master bites his teeth: “Are you serious? ”

“This seat is also a man with a face in the monastic world. How can you cheat on younger generations like you?” Song Shuhang Cold Road continued to look at the altar master with the eyes of the ants.

There's a face. Book sailing is not a lie. Because as long as you're a normal person, you have a head and a face. Don't you have a head and a face?

“Seniors are also invited to show mercy.” The altar master laughed bitterly, and his bitter smile made people feel bitter even thousands of miles apart.

Underneath the darkness, a pure ghost emerged from the main body of the altar, quietly wrapped around the body of the altar master.

Pure ghosts are spiritless ghosts, so they are not afraid of ordinary exorcisms.

Of course, it's not easy to have such pure ghosts, knowing that ghosts are often born because of resentment. The pure ghost must be a good man who rots in his bones because the grievance hangs up. But his good man sucks, doesn't care about that grievance, so he has a chance to become a pure ghost...

“Then take the sword of the throne!” Song Shuhang's face was cold, his fingers turned, and a piece of paper appeared at his fingertips.

The "sword charm" given by the Seven Living Charms Master is supposed to be used for attack. Simply activate the charm and drink the word "sword". Once applied, it can melt a three-pin King of War level sword attack, and the mountain is cut open without words. If there is no special defense on the body of an ordinary second-place master, he will lose half his life if he goes down without dying.

When I saw this boulder, the altar master almost chewed his teeth... as a bitter, low-level scattering, the most annoying thing is this magic spell smashed into people's homeland!

“Stand still, junior. Pray for your own luck.” Song Shuhang pinched Fubao, the momentum was pounding, the heart was excited: “Sword! ”

An illusory figure appeared behind the book voyage.

The figure pointed to the sword and slashed it towards the altar master.

The bright sword light comes from the sword charm, the sword light comes out, there is nothing else in the car, as if this is the only sword left in the heavens and the earth!

This sword light is a wonderful sword technique!

In that instant, the altar master, locked in by swordlight, felt trapped and unable to move.

Even hiding is a luxury. He could only stay where he was, watching the sword slash him!

Humiliation? Fear?

The master of the altar seemed to have overturned the spices, the flavors were mixed, and the taste could not be said.

Sword light precursor, but only a slight contact sound of 'Zu ~’.

But the altar master's body was like tofu, easily cut in half, falling flat on the ground.

There is no blood on the wound...

Young monks whispered, and that's it? A terribly powerful second-point master, just like that, dead?

There was silence in the cabin.

Song Shuhang did not relax his guard. He pinched a 'A' in his left hand and grabbed two ‘Sword Charms’ in his other hand, staring at the body of the altar master on the ground.

The other side is a monk who was working at Ghost Light Temple in J City 50 or 60 years ago. As long as it's not too miserable, there will always be one or two things on his body that will save his life.

Thinking of this, Song Shu Navigation Board looked at him and said, “Quite capable. Now that you have taken the sword of the throne, let you live. Get up and get out of my sight! Remember, don't let this seat see you again! Forever!”

Fraudulent this skill, Song Shuhang is already proficient in coincidence.

Young monk stunned - under such a terrible sword, the second-place ghost is still alive?

Impossible? Such a terrible sword!

However, Song Shuhang's voice dropped, and the body of the altar master, cut in half, slowly eased into black flue gas and scattered in the air.

Then, the altar master appeared in plain white, with a deep sword mark on his forehead. At a critical point, he saved his life by saving his life, but the sword was too hegemonic and left him with a deep sword wound. The sword chi remains in the forehead wound, making him angry.

“Thank you for not killing me.” The altar master cried out in pain: "The younger generation will leave immediately. ”

Now that this senior has found out that he is not dead, there is no point in hiding.

Indeed, the other party seemed to say nine words, to let him live. And if he can't hide, if he pisses off this senior, and gives him an excuse for another sword, he's really going to play the street.

Quite simply, the ghost, equally seriously wounded behind the altar master, drifted in bitterness and brought a black suitcase.

This box is filled with important homeowners of the altar master. Some things are too precious for him to stay in Loxin neighborhood in J City. So, these things he carries around in black boxes.

“Is he really alive?” Young monks can't believe it.

Looking at this miserable white face in front of me, Song Shuhang sighed in his heart as well. This shit, it's alive.

To live, this guy is also pretty speculative.

Unfortunately, if I really cared about him, I might let him live.

But this seat is not even ready for face! All we want is to kill you!

If I don't kill you, it won't taste good and I won't sleep well. The rest of your life won't make it!

So, just when the altar master mentioned the black box, he turned around and left the moment... Song Shuhang made another move!

“Sword! Sword!” He holds a 'sword charm’ in his left and right hand, while activating them.

Who knows if this master has any other means of preserving his life, so two swords together in one breath! If one person does not have only two hands, he can only use two sword charms. Song Shuhang is reluctant to use the rest of the sword charms in one breath!

Once again, the brilliant sword light emanates from the sword character, and the two swordlights are cut in an X-shape onto the altar master.

The altar master remained vigilant until he left, but had no use for eggs.

The two swords light up too quickly, and once locked up, they also carry the ability to lock up the enemy.

After the sword, the altar master's body was cut into four pieces, and he fell again. This time, however, he had no means of preserving his life.

Brother Erpin's body is extremely strong, and even if cut into pieces, the altar master hasn't jumped right off the street. His head stared dead at Song Shuhang. He had countless sentences in his heart that he wanted to curse, but eventually he could only turn into two angry words: “No... shame! ”

Although he knew he was good at poisoning and his personality must have been constant, he was so shameless that he had no bottom line.

“Oh, whatever you say.” Song Shu's sailor quickly grabbed another fu bao, which was the 'evil breaker'.

The altar master has gone to the streets, but his grudging ghost is still alive.

Cutting grass must be eradicated so as not to suffer aftermath!

If Song Shuhang is a lonely widow, don't be afraid of any aftermath. But unfortunately, he's not.

“Break!” the evil spirit hurricane rebounded, striking two cars.

‘Squeak...’ The ghost screamed bittersweetly, weakly bitterly, without a chance of escape, and was purified directly by the spiritual power of the evil character.

Boom ~ ~ Black suitcase landed on the ground.

And the dying altar master was purified once by the spirit of the evil charm. Let him lose the power to fight back.

When I think of myself dying, the altar master's head is blank and his mouth is interrupted and he screams: “Don't... face! One word... Jiuding, I... bah! ”