My Death God Roommate

Mao Xiaofang yelled, "Throw the ink fountain filled with blood ointment!"

Then three mahogany nails were thrown, and the whole person flew out with one foot on the sword.

Yang Songnu squinted his eyes and stepped back and raised a hand in front of him with a "bang" sound, the golden "chi" word hit his hand, bursts of strong air waves, flying sand and rocks.

The strange thing is: the light and fluttering grains sprinkled on the ground are still not moving. Thanks to this, Mu Rong is also stable, but he can't open his eyes because of being blown.

She hugged the cloth bag tightly and fetched out the old ink fountain and blood ointment, knelt on one knee, and proceeded to complete the task assigned by Mao Xiaofang.

A white smoke rose from the palm of Yang Songnu's palm, and the golden "evil" character could not go further, and the weak flashes disappeared after a few flashes.

But Yang Songnu's scorched hand restored his fair and slender appearance in an instant.

The golden word disappeared, and the peach nails came again.

Yang Songnu shook his body and easily avoided two. The last one was clamped by his fingers, and Mao Xiaofang's sword was already close at hand.

Yang Songnu's face was calm and without any signs of panic, and the mahogany nails flicked toward Mao Xiaofang's eyebrows.

At this moment, the world seemed to be still, and Mao Xiaofang's sword was floating in mid-air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yang Songnu's eyebrows. The latter did not evade the sarcasm on that charming face, and the mahogany nail shot by him also arrived. Mao Xiaofang's eyes.

Both sides seem to have no intention to retreat, and the jade will be burned in the next second!

Mao Xiaofang's eyes were full of warfare, and the speed increased instead of decreasing. At the moment of the moment, he separated a hand and firmly grasped the mahogany nail that had already been in the center of his brow.

Seeing this scene, Yang Songnu smiled instead, with a shallow curve on his lips.

He habitually raised his hand to try to grab the Excalibur, but still afraid of its prestige, he stepped back and quickly swept back.

Mao Xiaofang landed without a hit, and Yang Songnu stopped ten feet away from him.

The first round of Dianguang Flint came to an end, and both of them felt the strength of each other and fell into a long confrontation.

The mountain fires were burning, and the heat waves came one after another, hot and anxious.

Mu Rong released all the threads in the old ink fountain, grabbed a large handful of blood ointment, held the red rope, and pulled one end of the rope backward with the other hand.

She raised her head and glanced, Mao Xiaofang and Yang Songnu fell into a confrontation.

"Old stuff, if you don't enjoy the incense, you have to come to the sun to die!"

Yang Songnu slapped his five fingers into the big rock beside him, and with a flick of his hand, he picked up a huge boulder that was as high as a person and threw it towards Mao Xiaofang.

Sang Tong's body was a mortal womb, Mao Xiaofang's face changed and he took three steps back, and then jumped to the left suddenly, avoiding the boulder.

"Mu Rong be careful!"

The Yata mirror flew out from the center of Mu Rong's eyebrows, and transformed into a simple mirror with a big palm in midair.

The boulder hit the mirror without making a sound and disappeared silently.

The Yata Mirror flew back, and turned into a handsome young man again, looking at Mu Rong in shock, "It doesn't matter you."

Mu Rong shook his head, lowered his horror and wrapped the blood-paste red rope into the ink fountain.

Yata Mirror let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, Mu Rong's spirit power increased greatly and his strength was restored. He received the stone from the mirror world, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"It's too dangerous here, I think you should hide with me if they fight with gods."

Mu Rong shook his head: "Mao Xiaofang's magical weapons are all with me, I can't go."

...

On the other side, after avoiding the huge boulder, Mao Xiaofang pinched a magic trick to make it the Shudi Shenxingshu.

Yang Songnu only felt that the figure of Mao Xiaofang in front of him had disappeared in place. When he recovered, the magic sword in Mao Xiaofang's hand had already pierced his chest.

Yang Songnuwan never thought that Mao Xiaofang had such methods, and his ability to defensively and offensively in times of crisis did achieve unexpected results.

"Call!"

The sword tip easily pierced the golden armor on Yang Songnu's body, and a burst of white smoke rose from his chest.

Mao Xiaofang yelled, his body was tilted forty-five degrees before, two hook marks were made under his feet, and he stabled forward with all his strength.

Yang Songnu snorted and raised his hand knife to slash at the top of Mao Xiaofang's head. The latter fell on his shoulder with the knife on his head.

With a "click," Sang Tong heard the sound of broken bones from his fleshly shoulder.

Countless thoughts flashed in Mao Xiaofang's mind at this moment. If this body belonged to him, he would rather fight with the bones and burn the jade and will never let go of this heaven-sent opportunity.

but……

He is dead.

The vicissitudes of life on earth, here is the world of the younger generation.

Moreover, the owner of this body is quite young and accomplished. Perhaps she would not be blamed for using her body and the boneless body to kill her, but should this be the case?

Mao Xiaofang gritted his teeth, and once again used the Shuji Shenxingshu to flash back to Mu Rong's side.

The golden sword still stayed on the boneless chest, more than three inches into the flesh.

The place where Yang Songnu was stabbed by the sword "sizzled" with white smoke, but it didn't burn like the people who were hit by the peach nails before.

"Is the ink fountain ready!?"

"Alright!" Mu Rong handed the ink fountain to Mao Xiaofang, who shook his body as soon as he took it.

"Dao Master, are you okay?"

Mao Xiaofang's expression was a bit heavy: "The time is coming."

"What...you, are you going back?"

"If you drag it any longer, it will damage your friend's lifespan. There will be half an hour at most. Come with me."

"Yes."

"Murong!"

Mu Rong resolutely stepped out of the circle of formation and came to Mao Xiaofang.

Yata Mirror was anxious: "Why isn't Hua Yunyue coming!"

"The Excalibur temporarily blocked the action of not melting bones, but the Excalibur will lose its effectiveness when the time is up. Let's use this ink fountain to make some preparations, and then I will teach you some ways to deal with him."

"Yes."

Mao Xiaofang handed one end of the red thread to Mu Rong: "I will pass you a set of nine-gong gossip steps. Later, you and I will each hold one end of the red thread. You will do the right thing and the other way around, and wrap the red rope around him with the center of not turning bones. Body."

Mu Rong nodded solemnly: "Sir, please speak."

Mao Xiaofang made a stroke of his beard, but suddenly realized that Sang Tong did not have a beard. He put down his hand in embarrassment and squatted on the ground to make a picture with his fingers: "Time is tight. The understanding depends on your good fortune, listen up! , Cidui, Cikun, Ciquake, and compound interest in the Zhonggong; from Zhonggong to Xun, Cigan, Cigen, and Cili, one week is complete."

Mao Xiaofang covered his chest in pain, and Sang Tong's body was at its limit: "Remember?"

"remember!"

"Okay! You go right, I go wrong, let's go!"

The two rushed towards Yang Songnu by pulling the rope horizontally, wrapping them around his waist three times, and then each took a positive and negative step with the Eight Diagrams.

At first, Mu Rong was a little unfamiliar and afraid of taking a wrong step. The guiding force coming from the other end of the rope, Mu Rong gave Mao Xiaofang a grateful look, and the latter nodded in relief.

After stepping on it three times, Yang Songnu was completely blocked from action.

"Forty-nine, get the Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword!"

"Yes."

Mu Rong ran back, Mao Xiaofang clutching his chest and his face pale: "Monster, it's a shame that I can't take you personally."

Yang Songnu laughed suddenly, that smile seemed to melt away like ice and snow, but his eyes were still contemptuous: "Old stuff."

"Ah, ah, ah."

A harsh and unpleasant cry came from the sky, and a large group of crows suddenly appeared in the sky against the backdrop of the fire.

"Hahahahahaha!" Yang Songnu glanced at Murong's back and laughed.

Mao Xiaofang looked up and saw a bright moon hanging in the middle of the sky, and a large group of crows flew slowly towards the moon like a black cloud.

Mao Xiaofang was shocked, looked at the scene in front of him incredulously, and muttered: "The crow steals the moon, you..."

Yang Songnu snorted coldly, and his lips moved to read the spell.

Mao Xiaofang shook his body and nearly fell, his consternation in his heart could not be compounded: "Send God Technique? Who are you?"

"The old thing...Since it's dead, the matter of Yang Jian should be less mixed!"

"Daoist! The sword is here!"

Mao Xiaofang felt a huge force pulling his spiritual consciousness away from this physical body, and used the last trace of his strength to shout loudly: "Don't come here, run!"

The excitement on Mu Rong's face solidified, and she saw Sang Tong slowly closing his eyes, his body collapsed to the ground limply.

"Mu Rong!" The Yata mirror instantly returned to Mu Rong's spirit sea and flashed out again, clutching her wrist: "Follow me!"

Mu Rong felt his feet empty and his body flew up.

"Sang Tong! Sang Tong is still below!"

"Can't manage that much."

Dense crows covered the moon in the sky, the sky and the earth were depressed, as if even the flames on the side had been suppressed a lot.

The light of the red rope dimmed, and Yang Songnu shouted that the mahogany sword that had been restored to its original shape in his chest was bounced off, and the red rope was also broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

Yang Songnu didn't even look at Sang Tong lying on the ground, but raised his eyes to look at Mu Rong floating in the air and the Yata mirror who was pulling her.

With a "swish", the bone that was still standing on the ground suddenly disappeared.

The next second unexpectedly appeared in front of Mu Rong and the others out of thin air!

He is as exquisite as in the illusion of the underground palace, and the beautiful male and female are indistinguishable from the corners of his mouth.

Raising his hand, he pinched Yata Kyouji's neck.

Yata Mirror let out a choking like a choking, feeling that all the strength of his body was taken away, and the hand that held Murong was released.

"Ah!" Mu Rong fell from mid-air, and the pendant burst into purple light and enveloped her.

With a "bang", the dust was flying, and Mu Rong coughed a few times but was unharmed.

"Dogdan!"

Yata Mirror's pretty face turned red and purple, his hands weakly placed on Yang Songnu's wrist, kicked in the air, and transmitted to Mu Rong, "Don't worry about me, run! You are not its opponent."

Mu Rong was connected with Yata Mirror's natal life. She could clearly feel the pain Yata Mirror was suffering at this time, and shouted heartachely: "Dogdan!"

The author has something to say: After two days of rest, I am in a good state today, and there will be 2 chapters in a while.I go to the code word to pull~