Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"It's Tingpao Needle."

Feng Chong said in the empty and messy hall of the prison.

The ghost face man led away Li Chang'an, and the Zhang family brothers were familiar with the yamen, and they also hooked up to seek medical advice.

Only Feng Chong, who was almost crazy, the swordsman Xu Zhan who was paddling from start to end, the ranger Zhang Yi and the butcher Zheng Tong who were stiff on the ground, the grandfather did not care about his grandmother and his grandmother did not love him, and no one cared to stay in place.

After a while, Feng Daoren reluctantly held the injury inside his body, and then checked the condition of Zhang Yi and Zheng Tong.

After careful inspection, Feng Chong breathed a sigh of relief, and explained to Xu Zhan, who had come close by:

"Mortals have a soul, but soul and soul are not the same. Generally speaking, soul is a yang god, dominating people's thinking and intelligence; soul is a yin god, which controls the body and senses of human beings. The effect of soul-setting needle, as the name suggests, is to separate the soul Control of the body."

So although the two seem to be dead on the ground, they are actually fine.

Talk about it.

Feng Daoren's finger pressed slightly between Zhang Yi's ribs, and a small slender needle emerged as the skin sank.

Just pull it out.

"Oh uh..."

There was a long weird moan in the ranger's throat.

As if waking up from a drowning or a long nightmare, an agitated spirit stood up, cold sweat on his forehead.

When I want to be awake, I don't feel the taste of my body at all. It's not good.

Here, Taoist Feng saw that he was innocent, and he did the same, and rescued Zheng Tong.

After that, Xu Zhan briefly told the two of what happened after they were released from prison.

For a time.

Zheng Tuzi yelled at him, the ranger's face was pale, the swordsman's eyes flickered, and Feng Daoren smiled bitterly. But in the end, the four of them were just talking and speechless. The court was quiet for a while, listening to the noise of a few left-behind government officials playing cards in the depths of the cell.

It will not help to stay.

After saying a few words of anger, Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan left. Feng Chong realized that his injuries were still repeated and wanted to adjust his breath for a while, while Zhang Yi said that he owed Feng Chong a favor and wanted to stay for him to protect the law. .

Feng Daoren couldn't get rid of it, so he had to ask Ranger to help him collect the yellow symbols that had been posted around the prison.

Before the ghost girl appeared, Feng Daoren inferred that she was either a demon cultivator or an evil spirit who came out of the mountain to harm people, so beforehand, some talisman papers were placed around the prison as a warning.

As a result, everyone saw it too, and it was completely useless.

But…

Feng Dao sat down cross-legged, watching his nose and his heart, and he heard:

"Feng Daochang."

He reluctantly opened his eyes to meet the ranger's inquiring eyes.

Then his eyes moved down.

Seeing the opponent's hand, a yellow talisman was slowly burning.

"The temptress!"

Suddenly, there was a roar outside the door.

It's Zheng Tuzi!

Both of them looked terrified.

The ranger raised the long knife and rushed out without thinking.

Feng Daoren struggled to get up, and followed closely behind.

...

The ranger Zhang Yi stood in the courtyard, his eyes dignified.

At the gate, Zheng Tong and Xu Zhan fell to the ground, knowing whether they were alive or dead.

In front of the two.

Gouyue's afterglow, reflected in a red dress like blood, and a white blade like frost.

is her.

Ghost face man!

Actually killed a back carbine.

Where is Li Xuanxiao? Are you lost? Or is it dead? Huh, it looks like a change of mask?

These thoughts flashed in his mind, and then the lock on his brows slowly untied, and even a short smile appeared.

great!

The chance of shame is back with Bailiang's silver reward!

Under the waning moon.

He drew a knife in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"This knife is long..."

However, the ghost-faced girl who made a comeback seemed a little impatient this time. She didn't hear the meaning of the ranger's opening remarks at all. She moved and swooped forward.

These one or two, how can they not say that they are decent?

The Ranger slandered a rare word, looked at the distance, and slashed his head with a knife.

However, seeing the blade cut through the air and screamed loudly, it seemed that the castration was fierce, but in fact it only used three points of strength, and the remaining seven points were reserved for subsequent changes.

Regardless of whether the ghost girl is blocking, evading, or retreating, years of experience in fighting in the rivers and lakes have provided him with more than a dozen ways to deal with it and kill the enemy.

But never thought about it.

The ghost girl didn't retreat to dodge, and secondly, she didn't even use her sword to block her, she actually hit her head under the blade!

What route is this?

…

"Beware of fraud!"

A quick reminder sounded behind the ear.

The ranger suddenly recalled the scene that happened in the entrance hall of the prison.

His eyes flashed, his front foot stomped, and his back hand pressed.

The momentum of forward slashing immediately turned into a step back, and the long knife that had been split was immediately retracted. In the turning of the wrist, it was woven in front of the body into a fine knife curtain.

In the blink of an eye, he turned offense to defense.

On the other hand, the ghost girl, there was no change in response, and she slammed her body into the knife curtain.

as predicted.

Only when I touched the blade, there was no blood splattering, I just listened:

"boom."

The whole person suddenly dissipated into a big cloud of smoke, and the momentum continued, and it caught the ranger's head and face.

at the same time.

Another ghost-faced man has already concealed by the phantom body, and suddenly arrived with a sword.

In the smoke cage, it is difficult to see, a bit of coldness suddenly appears!

If the ranger didn't listen to the reminder and changed his trick, he would be caught off guard, and he might suffer a big loss.

But now...

He ignored the advancing blade, only opened his eyes, staring at the vaguely swiftly bumping shadow in the smoke, and raised the tip of the knife diagonally.

The sword in his hand is two feet and seven inches long, but the sword of the ghost face man is only half an arm long, only two feet one inch. If she didn't stop her pace and insisted on bumping into her, this six-inch difference would be the difference between life and death.

Unexpectedly.

On the contrary, the ghost face girl tipped her toes a little, and instead of retreating, she slammed herself up towards the tip of the knife.

The ranger frowned.

Is it a phantom again?

Although the heart had doubts, the knife never hesitated.

The ranger stepped back a little further, opened a little space, used a knife as a spear, and stabbed straight out.

in a blink.

The tip of the knife had already touched the opponent's forehead, even slightly embedded in the mask.

Only on the next breath.

He was about to see a long sword piercing his head in, causing the ghost face girl to be killed on the spot.

However, at this juncture of life and death, under the ghost face (harmonious), the red skirt suddenly appeared, like a flower blooming, like an umbrella, her whole person's flying momentum stopped immediately, and in a moment, she changed from extreme movement to extreme silence.

The Ranger was taken aback, and hurriedly pressed his body forward, then handed the tip of the knife forward.

But the hem of the ghost face man's skirt shook suddenly, like a carp in the water wagging its tail, and the man moved away out of thin air, so that the tip of the knife handed out in a hurry left only a shallow scratch on the mask, and he still threw himself again. To the ranger.

The ranger hurriedly remedied it, dragging the blade, and strangling it towards the opponent's neck.

The ghost face girl has already returned the sword to protect the key.

"Stab it."

The harsh steel strangulation immediately burst out.

It seemed that the thin, fragile dagger was unexpectedly tough. Under the sharpening of the blade, a string of dazzling sparks was drawn. After that, the knife edge reluctantly deviated from the vital point of the neck, and cut into the shoulder blade in vain, opening a deep bone wound.

At the same time.

The ghost face girl had already broken into the ranger within one step, and the sword in her hand had to be swiped.

The ghost-faced woman is wounded, and the ranger is dead.

At this moment.

The ranger only felt that his body was hot (harmoniously) hot, and instinctively screamed to escape; but his heart was so cold that he couldn't avoid it and couldn't escape from experience.

It's about to die.

His eyes seemed to burst into flames, but the corners of his mouth cracked and grinned.

On the handle of the knife, the holding of the front hand is replaced by the pressing of the wrist turning, and the blade must be pressed down hard.

It's okay to die.

Leave an arm!

However.

At this time, his eyes met the eyes of the ghost face girl abruptly.

What kind of eyes are they like, like the clear sky washed in the autumn sun, and like the deep pool in the mountains, which makes people unconsciously sink (harmoniously)... Wrong!

The ranger bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain cleared his mind.

Demon girl!

He was furious.

Ann dare to make a magic show!

But.

With such a short flash of work, the ghost face girl has already broken into his arms, holding her chest with a bare hand, and a thin short needle between her fingers.

Ever since.

His sword, his decisiveness, and his anger all stopped abruptly at this moment, and the ghost-faced girl stepped on his shoulder, crossed his body, and rushed to the prison.

From beginning to end, there was no pause for even a second.

...

Feng Daoren was not a killer, he couldn't understand the murderous intent and the turn of life in that moment.

He was just full of distress, and in vain, he specially reminded the ranger, but he was let go by the opponent, and he didn't get the least time to cast the spell.

In view of the lesson, he chose a spell with a short spell this time, but no matter how short it is, the five words "Hurry as a law" must always be read.

But when I read the word "like", the ghost face man has already killed him.

"boom."

Familiar fists accompanied by familiar eyes shot the gold star, and he turned from a blue eye to a panda with two eyes.

But this time, with a humiliation and anger, he abruptly stood up, staggering a step, still squeezing the word "Law" between his teeth, and then...

"Boom."

A crunchy yin leg.

Spell, Chi, and some important thing are all scattered.

He hunched over the threshold like an epileptic prawn, and watched the ghost-faced man rushing into the prison.

...

The Ranger and Feng Daoren are still invincible, so how can the few officials in the prison be used?

They didn't even notice the movement outside the prison, until the ghost face girl broke into the prison, they realized later.

Someone screamed, some hurried to make money, some were pissing... but no one picked up the weapons around them to resist.

However, the ghost girl just stepped on their gaming table and hurried past, and she owed no interest in looking at them, and she had no intention of slashing a sword.

Feishen grabbed the end of the prison, and the sword in his hand trembled lightly, taking the beggar's heart directly.

Seeing that the beggar will follow in the footsteps of Qian Dazhi, Wang's daughter-in-law, and more than a dozen victims in Xiaoshui City in the past few months.

A sword pierced the heart and died.

suddenly.

The beggar, who looked like a walking corpse all night, suddenly raised his head.

But seeing, under the cover of his messy hair, his face and neck were covered with pustules of various sizes, which kept swelling and closing as he breathed.

The turbid and yellow eyes reflected the coldness of the sword's edge.

Quietly.

He grinned open.

Suddenly, he looked like a pustule on his face, and suddenly expanded amidst the tearing sound of the cloth, becoming a huge (harmonious) human skin sac.

Under the stretched pale and transparent skin, a large number of poisonous insects swelled and squirmed (harmoniously) accompanied by weird black smoke, making the human skin thinner and larger.

Then.

boom!