Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The spear protruded forward, and the short **** waited for the opportunity to move.

The gang of cannibals formed a battle and slowly approached.

Li Chang'an is also considered to be a man with rich experience in fighting, and there are fierce battles with people, demons, and ghosts, but this is the first time he has met an opponent who is fighting in battle.

His eyes were dazzling, and he wandered around the thieves. Despite the adept cooperation and rigorous response of the opponent before and after the action, Li Chang'an is still sure to stabbing any one of the opponent within one breath, even if it is Sun Zhong who is hiding behind the crowd!

But the problem is that after stabbing an opponent to death, it will inevitably lead to attacks from other enemies, and even fall into a heavy encirclement, and it will inevitably be left and right, and even capsize in the gutter.

For a while, Li Changan seemed to be a tiger biting a hedgehog, but he couldn't even start.

He frowned and drew his sword out of its sheath.

The thieves all stepped forward.

He adjusted his posture and attacked.

The thieves stepped forward together.

In the end, Li Changan didn't come forward to force him, but suddenly retreated behind the stove.

In the stove cave, half of the timber with the thickness of seven or eight arms is outside the stove, and half is burning in the stove.

Li Changan glanced at the firewood, and Sun Zhong immediately guessed his thoughts.

"Beware."

He just reminded that Li Changan had already grabbed all the firewood, picked it up, and threw it all towards the thieves.

Immediately, sparks splashed everywhere.

But the gang of thieves just waved their weapons to block the firewood, and the formation was a little messy and returned to normal.

Just as Li Changan stepped forward, he immediately retreated.

Seeing things and not doing anything, while the thieves were blocked by the firewood, Li Changan turned around and ran back. There was the back door of the kitchen, and there was no culprit to stop him.

………………

Sun Zhong didn't panic, but showed a touch of complacency.

"Qin Laoliu!"

He lifted his throat and yelled.

"Ahem."

The back door turned out a black man like an iron tower with a big axe in his hand, the axe body was black as lacquer, and the axe blade was as white as snow. With a hideous black face, he had a face-to-face with Li Chang'an, without saying anything, he slashed with his axe in the middle.

Li Changan was about to rush out of the back door when suddenly such an axe appeared, as if he had sent himself onto the axe blade.

Seeing that he was about to be cut in the waist, Li Changan didn't even pause.

At the moment of the moment, he suddenly used a trick "iron bridge", the man seemed to be folded into two out of thin air, and the big axe pressed against his belly to cut into a cloud of air.

Li Changan waved his palm to prop up on the ground. With this force, he twisted his body and stood up again.

The talent stood firm, the long sword in his hand was still slanted out, and it was piercing Qin Laoliu's knee socket.

The black man couldn't help but fell to the ground on one knee.

"what!"

He roared and waited to get up, but felt a sharp coldness against the back of his neck.

Li Changan looked up.

This time, the hares and harriers were too swift, as if in the blink of an eye, Li Changan reversed the situation from the land of death. The robbers' grinning still hung on their faces, and only the man who was shot in the **** had changed his face.

Li Changan smiled coldly at them, with force in his hands, the long sword penetrated the back of the black man's neck.

"Crunch."

The door of the room that was opened by Li Changan only bounced back from the wall and would be closed.

…………

The faces of the thief at the moment looked very ridiculous.

The hideous and smug smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, but anger was already emerging in his eyes.

"Brother!" The man who was shot in the **** let out a mournful cry, and the corner of his eyes was about to collapse.

"I'm going to pull your skin!"

If others say this, Tai Ban is only expressing an anger, but this one, he must really do it, maybe, he did it too often.

What kind of formation can you get if you are angry?

Although he was limping while walking, he rushed to the forefront.

He slammed his shoulders open the door, and raised his eyes to see the corpse of the black man kneeling outside the door, and...a pair of cold eyes, colder than these eyes, is the tip of the sword that is pressing in front of him.

……………………

The man staggered back to the kitchen, clutching his throat.

The culprits immediately stopped, their faces full of surprise.

The black man and the man who was shot in the **** were both in the forefront of their skills, but they were both stabbed to death by this Taoist priest.

If he rushed out hastily, would he survive under the Taoist sword?

For a while, the thieves did not dare to be the first bird, Li Changan did not rush in, only the thieves were holding his throat, staggering and struggling.

The murderous atmosphere just now fell into a weird calm.

But Sun Zhong suddenly changed his face and called:

"Finalize!"

Unfortunately, he woke up too late.

Li Changan had already curled up into a ball and flew in, hitting the chest of the man who was holding his throat.

Under the collision, the man was full of blood immediately pouring from his throat, splashing three feet, and showering the black man's corpse all over his face. The body that was still twitching flew horizontally at the same time and crashed into the crowd.

The thieves had already dispersed, but before they had time to gather again, they were hit even more.

Li Changan broke in!

He swept across with a long sword, and then pierced a thief who was caught off guard, turned his body, and pierced the sword into the chest of another thief. The thief was unexpectedly brave, with a long sword passing through his chest, but he resisted the severe pain and raised his hand to grab the blade.

Li Changan didn't dare to entangle him, simply let go of the hilt, and reached out to take the spear released by the brave thief.

Turn the spear back a little.

"Crack."

His whole life was crisp, and the left knee of a thief who was about to attack with a Pudao immediately turned into a pack of broken bones.

He knelt down on the ground with a scream, but Li Changan went straight over him. With a spear in his hand, he had already picked up the hammer in the hands of a thief who was fighting in a double-stranded battle.

His face was pale, he screamed, turned and ran, completely ignoring his back exposure under Li Changan's spear.

"Humph."

Li Changan sneered.

"Rice."

With a wave of his hand, the spear pierced the air and penetrated into the heart of the escaped thief. He cast his momentum and nailed him to the wall.

He glanced at the remaining thieves, and they were shocked, trembling not to step forward.

There was a trace of sarcasm on Li Changan's face. Shi Shiran picked up the hammer that fell on the ground. He turned and returned to the thief with broken knees. He raised the hammer and exhaled.

"drink!"

The hammer caught Li Feng and slammed it down.

The culprit hurriedly held up a Pudao to block it.

"Hey!"

There was a loud noise, and the roof dust rustled down.

The hammer slammed heavily on the surface of the knife, and then pressed the Pu knife on the culprit's head.

"Boom."

There was another muffled noise.

Blood and water mixed with nose, tears, and brains, burst out from the seven orifices together!

The culprit's hand dropped softly, and Pu Dao also slid from the top of his head to the ground.

Without a word, Li Changan raised the hammer again.

"boom."

It's like smashing a ripe watermelon. A small skull flew out, yellow, white, and red, all splashed out and spread all over the floor.

He didn't even look at the broken head, threw away the hammer, then turned and walked in front of the brave thief, his face was still hideous and hateful, but he was already dead.

Li Changan held the hilt, turned the sword, and then pulled it out.

Immediately, blood gushed from his chest.

A few drops splashing high are falling on Li Changan's eyelids.

……………………

The small kitchen is full of blood.

Sun Zhongyi's dry thief had no sordid look for a long time, but his face was pale, and he firmly grasped the weapon in his hand, as if the drowning man was grasping the life-saving straw.

Li Changan raised his eyes, looking at Sun Zhong with **** eyes, without the slightest expression on his face.

"I thought……"

He wiped off the blood on his face, leaving some heat on his fingertips.

"Your blood is cold."