On the treetops, Anyang Daoren frowned and shouted: "Bold!"

Then he jumped up and whistled down in the wind. The branches in front of them avoided one after another, so that the people of Anyang Dao could pass smoothly.

When the fox demon heard the whistling, he hurriedly raised his head and saw the Anyang Daoist descending from the sky.

Just when she thought that she was going to die soon, a voice that seemed to sigh and resentment sounded in her ears: "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog......"

At some point, the fog arose, and in the night, it was pitch black.

Then, a strong wind blew, blowing away a fog between the Anyang Dao people and the fox demon. A petal floated out of nowhere, blocking between the two.

The petals exploded, and a pink mist rose up.

An Yang Daoren's face changed, as if he had seen something very fearful, and he flew back to avoid the pink mist. Then a sweep of dust swept away, and thousands of white threads swept away, shattering the pink mist.

However, when he finished everything, the fox demon had been grabbed by a woman's wrist and out of his sight.

Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......

In the vast fog, a melodious bell rang. A long knife cut horizontally, blocking the path of the mysterious woman and the fox demon. In the fog, Ghost Cry slowly walked out: "Sorry, this road is not working. ”

After speaking, he looked at the two people in front of him.

The fox demon doesn't need to say much, he thought he was an acquaintance, but he was embarrassed a lot.

And the mysterious woman didn't look extraordinary, wearing a long cyan dress and ethereal, with long white hair dancing in the wind, and under the long hair, there was a face like a fairy, with a few hints of charm.

"Little brother, why bother us weak women. Her pretty brow furrowed, and she looked pitiful.

The ghost cried for a moment, and then woke up suddenly, looking at the woman with a wary look in his eyes.

Illusion, the illusion of the same line in the fox demon. The woman in front of her is likely to be a fox demon.

Bang la la blah!

A noisy and harsh sound behind the two fox demons, and a tall and burly bearded man also walked out of the mist, this person was the Golden Sword King.

"Hahahaha! Two little beauties, you just obey Lao Tzu. ”

The ghost cried and frowned, he was a good person, how could he be pulled by this guy, and he became like a villain who bullied the women of a good family.

"The eldest brother spared our lives as he wished, and the little woman was willing to commit to the eldest brother. The white-haired woman's eyes were hazy, and she looked at the Golden Sword King shyly and timidly.

Suddenly, the Golden Sword King was furious: "You woman is so vicious, you actually want to kill Lao Tzu." ”

The white-haired woman was stunned for a while: "Big brother, what did you say." ”

"Hmph, once my yellow-faced woman knows, won't Lao Tzu be beaten to death. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Golden Sword King's wrist flicked, and the big knife rattled, and he slashed towards the two fox demons without mercy.

The ghost cried and grinned, he didn't expect this guy with a full face to be unmoved in the face of beauty. sighed in his heart, but his hand was not slow, and he took a leap and stabbed out with a long knife.

The knife was used cautiously, and Devil Cry was ready to face a counterattack at any time.

However, the two fox demons in front of them not only did not fight back, but they didn't even hide, as if they were stupid.

It's not good, it's a fraud!

A knife stabbed into the body of the fox demon, however, it didn't feel like it was piercing into the flesh at all, instead, it seemed to be pierced into the air.

No, it's just a stab.

The two fox demons in front of them suddenly exploded and turned into scattered fallen leaves.

"Illusion!" Ghost Cry's face was not good-looking, and the Golden Sword King's face was even more ugly. His knife technique opened and closed widely, slashing the air with one sword, boiling in his body, and he was uncomfortable for a while.

"Giggle...... Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog......" The silver bell-like laughter sounded in his ears and quickly disappeared.

Ghost Cry and the Golden Sword King glanced at each other, and then said in unison: "Chase!"

The long knife of the Devil's Cry and the Golden Sword King's nine-ring golden knife are not extraordinary, they are connected with their masters, and there are all kinds of wonders in the hands of their masters.

It was also because of this that Ghost Cry and the Golden Sword King were able to accurately find the two fox demons in the fog.

However, the two didn't chase for long, and a bird's cry exploded in their ears.

The dense sound of breaking the air sounded from all directions, and the two of them had a bad heart, and at the same time turned their heads to look at each other, and instantly understood each other's intentions, and then stretched out their hands at the same time to palm.

The two of them flew upside down with the power of their palms, and the next moment, jet-black feathers shot out from all directions, like darts, hitting the trunk of the tree with a "puff puff".

The ghost cried and fell to the ground, and one rolled and hid behind a tree, half-kneeling, gritting his teeth and pulling out eight black feathers on his arms, legs, chest, and back.

Especially in the back, three are inserted.

Blood oozed out, and even the wounds that had been scabbed over not long ago were somewhat broken.

On the other side, the Golden Sword King was even worse.

He was larger, and his movements were relatively slower than those of Ghost Cry, so he was hit by fifteen or sixteen feathers on his body, and he screamed in pain.

"Who are you. Ghost Cry looked at the vast fog in front of him and asked loudly. The voice echoed, and the ghost cried without waiting for an answer.

On the other side, the Golden Sword King plucked the feathers on his body and shouted, "It's the crow of the dog." ”

The ghost cried and asked, "Crow?"

"West Lake Crow Boy, Crow, TND, Lao Tzu knows who that woman is, she is the crow's wife, the fox spirit Xiaobai. As he spoke, the Golden Sword King let out a low laugh: "Hey, hey, hey, black crow and white fox, black and white are so funny." Crow, your daughter-in-law was whining at me just now. ”

"Look for death!" shouted angrily in the mist.

Suddenly, a scalp-tinging sound of dense breaking through the air sounded, and countless black feathers rained down.

"It's now. The Golden Knife King roared over there, and the Nine-Ring Golden Knife made an irritating noise, struggling to strike at the dense feathers in front of him.

Devil Cry kicked his feet, pierced through the mist, and rushed towards the source where the feathers were flying.

The crow, in appearance, is a young man with a black feather. At a glance, you will also feel that this is a very handsome man.

If you're a woman, you'll find that there's a mysterious aura about him that fascinates you, and you can't wait to peel off his black-feathered coat and see what it's like.

But if you look closely, you will see that his feet are different from ordinary people, they are not feet at all, but a pair of black claws.

And that black feather coat is not an overcoat at all, it is a black feather that grows on the body. At the same time, you will also find that he has no hands, and only a pair of wings.

Quack quack......

The noisy cries of hundreds of crows made the ghost cry dizzy for a while, and he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

And this crow boy spread his wings, fanned hard, blew a whirlwind, and then soared into the air. In the wind, mixed with countless black feathers, it rained down.

"Open!"

The ghost cried with blue tendons on his forehead, his gums bleeding, and he burst into the torrential rain of black feathers with a loud cry.

The sword light flickered, and the long knife had been used by him to the extreme, and countless black feathers were cut off by him one by one. The feathers were scattered, and the ghost cried and rushed up.

"Die!"

A knife slashed, splitting the fog, splitting the night, and splitting the rainstorm feathers. With surprise on his face, the crow raised his foot and pawed towards the knife.

Bite!

Sparks exploded.

Beads of blood rolled down from the knife edge.

One of the crow's claws was cut open by a long knife, and at the wound, the demonic qi was violent, making him suffer more pain.

The crow spread its wings and flew into the sky, its handsome face twitching with pain, and its dark eyes staring coldly at the ghost.

"Good!"

Hundreds of crows circled above him, forming a swirling dark cloud, like a whirlpool floating in the sky. He let out a cry, and the next moment, hundreds of crows swooped down.

Ghost Cry's heart tightened, and Yun Fei Xianbu flashed to the side.