Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The long streets smeared with flesh and blood.

The pale monster surrounded the two.

Li Changan and Yu Mei stood on their backs, looking at the demons.

But the first impression is not how many monsters they are, how vicious they are, but...

miserable.

The Taoist glanced away.

I couldn't find a complete body, and every monster was covered with traces of being bitten and torn. There were many people with mutilated limbs, exposed bones, and broken stomachs.

Right.

Thinking of that creepy "giant ball", but what price these monsters paid to get rid of the monster tide.

Therefore, the posture of siege but not attack is put on now.

But think about it instead.

What made them prefer to drag their crippled and dying body to stand in front of them?

Li Changan's thoughts turned a lot, and he quickly found the key.

"The Magic Butterfly is not here."

Yu Meixin understands.

"Things are strange, let them go?"

"Yes, break through as soon as possible."

Yu Mei drew his sword with his right hand and a bell knife with his left hand; Li Changan took out a "sacred talisman" and stuck it on his body.

The monsters responded accordingly, and the encirclement became tighter.

It is foreseeable that the next moment will set off a **** storm.

However.

At this moment of tension.

"what?"

Taoist priests were surprised to find out.

In front of the long street, behind the monsters.

Like a walking dead.

A familiar figure staggered over.

…………

The visitor is equipped with a pair of long and short knives on the left and right sides of his waist, with a short knife hanging behind his waist, and a long knife on his back.

There is only one person in Xiaoshui in this way-the ranger Zhang Yi.

He had obviously experienced a tragic fight, now with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and **** body. Strangely, an object wrapped in silk and satin was hung around his neck, which seemed cumbersome. Li Changan's sharp eyes recognized that it was a human head, but it was vaguely a woman.

It seemed to be aware of Li Changan's gaze.

He turned his face, his expression was numb, his eyes wandered for a while, and his eyes finally settled on the face of the Taoist priest.

As if after a long thought, he exhaled deeply.

"It is you."

His eyes were a little more vivid.

Slowly shaking his head, he scanned a group of demon puppets surrounding the two.

"50 taels? It's worth the price."

His voice was hoarse and hard to hear, and the content of his words was even more inexplicable. Both parties in the teaching field were at a loss, except for Li Changan.

The words fall to the ground.

Suddenly.

Zhang Yi jumped up, blinked across several feet, and broke into the group of monsters.

From static to dynamic, as fast as thunder.

The left hand slashed one after another, as if holding an invisible blade. In the sound of "hissing" in the air, the monsters blocking the road were cut into pieces by surprise.

Almost at the same time.

"go!"

Li Changan also violently raised his sword.

Yu Mei followed without hesitation.

The scarred monsters, encountering this sudden flanking attack, no matter how they could handle it, they were immediately cut through.

then.

The Taoist priest highlighted the heavy encirclement and went away, while the ranger stopped the group of demons.

There was no unnecessary action between the two parties, and no unnecessary conversation.

Only in the moment that passed by.

Zhang Yi opened his lips slightly, but it was a pity that his voice murmured into the fishy wind, and he couldn't hear clearly.

Li Changan's figure paused slightly.

Then he was silent and flew away.

…………

The rabbit rises and falls.

The situation changed in a blink of an eye.

The monsters are really not as usual, they are in chaos amidst changes.

So Zhang Yi had some free time, and tore off the ragged coat, revealing the left arm that was originally hidden in the sleeve...No! It can't be called an arm anymore.

He was already distorted under his elbow.

The palm of the hand becomes a long and sharp hook, and the forearm expands and deforms into a knife-like shape, with concave and convex jagged edges, and the whole body is dark and shiny, like the forelimbs of a mantis made of black iron.

At this time.

The mantis's sword arm waved again.

The sound of the cracking air blasted again, the invisible blade was thrown out, and shallow marks were plowed on the stone bricks of the long street, and the arc was circled, and a large circle was drawn, enclosing all the monsters and himself.

The monsters finally wake up from the chaos.

There are hundreds of crosses in the book, but the reality is only a few breaths.

The figures of Taoist priests and Yu Mei are still in sight,

The worms naturally wouldn't sit back and watch the two leave.

They swarmed forward, trying to get around Zhang Yi, but they didn't think that the shallow scratch was like a moat, and it was like building an invisible wall in the void.

They finally realized that if they wanted to catch up with the Taoist priest and Yu Mei, they had to kill the ranger who was blocking the way!

In contrast, Zhang Yi.

He has drawn the knife out of its sheath, and he is in front of him.

The light of the knife is like snow, reflecting the eyebrows and eyes.

His voice was calm, every word:

"This sword is two feet and seven inches long and weighs one catty eight taels. It is made into steel from a hundred, and it is quenched as the front. In the fall of Tianbao's fourth year, I fight to kill Langya Liu with a knife on the bank of the river, and then get it."

The voice fell.

Step forward suddenly, the blade is like thunder.

But seeing the white worm blood splattering, there was nothing in it. There was a monster emerging, staggering back, swaying, and falling to the ground weakly.

And this knife, it was as if an order had been issued, and the demons came like a wave.

Zhang Yi is like a rock, firmly nailed in place.

Fangs and claws can't make him take a step back, and magical magic can't make him move at all.

He just stayed silent, swinging the knife, then swinging the knife, killing one monster after another under the sharp blade.

But monsters are monsters after all.

When the ranger swung his knife straight to the side of the demon's neck, the demon's neck suddenly cracked with a huge mouth.

Clang.

Bite the blade firmly.

Right in front, another demon opened his minions and took the opportunity to pounce.

Zhang Yimian didn't change the color and put the knife handle.

A demon who turned to let go and rushed forward, his hands had already clenched the long knife behind his back during the action.

Turn your body and swing your knife homeopathically.

brush!

Shaking the knife, the light is like snow flakes splashing.

The head was thrown high.

"This knife is three feet and eight inches long and weighs two catties and seven taels..."

Zhang Yi didn't even look at the headless corpse that fell behind him, with a bow-arm knife as a spear, facing the group of demons, and his voice was slow and slow:

"From the Chang'an Armament Prison. In the second year of Tianbao, I stayed in the mountain village overnight when the insurgents looted and killed them all to get this edge."

...

Limbs fly horizontally, fighting hand-to-hand.

The demon lives forever, and the ranger never retreats.

The former demon gave the first and the second demon came again, replacing the short sword with the long blade.

Fighting.

Zhang Yi didn't count how many monsters he killed and how many injuries he suffered, changed a few knives, and said a few more words.

At this moment, many pictures appeared in his mind, either familiar or unfamiliar. The familiar ones were glimpses downstairs in the li'er, and he was dreaming about them from now on; the strange ones were in the mountains and the wilderness, and countless monsters. , Evil spirits, warriors, and monks fight, win the battle, and eat the body of the loser.

The two kinds of memories are intertwined, and they can't tell people who they are.

His cold expression gradually blurred, like a deep nightmare, like waking up from a big dream.

No reason.

He thought of yesterday and today.

The chaizi was presented to the beauty with joy, and the other party also accepted it with a smile. The beautiful scene of the good day is just like the story in the book. However, the beauty dressed up this morning went out, and the clothes on the temples of the cloud were not the hairpins she gave them.

This is also a matter of course.

San Niangzi has a wealth of wealth, Qizhen is listed in the storage room, and the best hairpin in Xiaoshui City is also shabby in her makeup.

But why do I stubbornly think that San Niangzi will wear that hairpin?

So depressed and unhappy, absent from today's Bacchus Festival.

When he noticed something strange, broke into the demon cluster desperately, and found the third lady...

Zhang Yi swung the blade and cut off the head of the monster in front of him before the blade broke.

Then he looked around.

Fu corpses everywhere.

Invincible is already in front of him.

He dropped his hand and interrupted the knife in a daze, but he noticed the tightness of his trouser legs.

Look down.

Ah.

It turned out that there was only a slippage.

The beak of the human body, with no limbs, was cut off from the waist, dragging the white intestines, and pulling Zhang Yi's trousers with the beak in vain.

Zhang Yi was about to pick up the broken knife and end it, but the left hand that had turned into a sickle blade swung it down by himself, sliced ​​open the monster's chest, hooked out its heart, and sent it to his mouth.

The ranger opened his mouth naturally.

Can bite the moment.

The mind suddenly became clear.

He hurriedly threw away his heart, his face changed with an indescribable look, and he stared at his left hand. Unknowingly, the demonization had spread from the elbow to the shoulder, and now the entire left arm became a mantis-like knife. arm.

Check again.

It turned out that except for the right hand holding the knife, the limbs are all worms.

"it's time."

He said to himself.

Then sit down.

Sitting between the mud and the corpse.

First he raised his sword arm and chopped off his legs, then pinched his left shoulder with his right hand, abruptly tore off the sword arm, and abandoned it to the ground.

The cold sweat broke out, and the veins were violent.

Shivered for a while.

Only with the remaining right hand, he fumbled into his arms, and took out a slap-long knife, which was crude in shape and resembled the toy of a child in the countryside.

However, when he tore off the scabbard with his teeth, what was revealed was a real sharp blade.

"This knife is seven inches long, with mulberry wood as the handle, and pig iron as the blade. It was created when I was a child..."

He turned the tip of the knife to his heart, thinking hard, but couldn't remember who gave it to him.

look up.

Looked at the dim and dirty city.

for a long time.

"Forget it, I can't remember."

Enter without a handle.