The swarthy sword flowed in the moonlight as it escaped into the house, and the people in the inn had already cursed at the terrible noise, and they rushed up to the chaotic room in groups to rebuke them. However, when they peeked inside through the dilapidated door, they once again scrambled to squeeze the stairs and fled in panic.

Yang Zhao didn't have time to take care of the tenants who had suffered from him, he was staring intently at Bai Luofeng in front of him like a difficult fly, cold sweat on his forehead - for the first time in his life, he had met someone who had been poisoned by him and did not die.

"I want to see if you are really invincible!" Yang Zhao didn't dare to procrastinate, even if his opponent at this moment was hanging by a thread, he still took out all the poisonous needles that firmly believed in adjustment and pierced Bai Luofeng's body without hesitation.

In the empty inn, the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper had already given up to save their lives, and Bai Luofeng, who looked like a hedgehog, suddenly noticed something unusual, and the light in his eyes pointed to the two strong men who were suppressing him and said in a deep voice: "You are not Yan Daoping and Ying Gong Xuan!"

Ignoring Bai Luofeng's suspicions, Yang Zhao finally gave up on the safe practice of firing silver needles in a row, and he cautiously approached the swordsman, intending to empty his heart with the sharp claws of the snake viper in one go.

But there is only one inch missing, and the invincible poisonous palm is only one inch away from digging into the opponent's heart, but it is precisely this inch that has become an insurmountable chasm - Bai Luofeng suddenly transformed his temperament, and it was just the black qi that overflowed from his hand within his breath that swallowed up the last hair on the top of his head.

The suffocating coldness swept through every corner of Yang Zhao's heart, and it happened that because of the fleeting stay, the last trace of temperature left on Bai Luofeng's body disappeared, and was replaced by a ruthless corpse.

The sword flicked away the axe and the ruler, and the two fierce men comparable to the hill all slammed into the wall, and the palm of the deadly five claws was a thin and thin index finger - silent as a cicada!

The next moment, Yang Zhao's eyes, which had not been open for a long time since his old age, suddenly bulged like peach pits, and Bai Luofeng's straight fingertips were like sharp swords that suddenly pierced through his palm.

The screams of the soul pierced the comfortable clouds in the night sky, and Yang Zhao's fear of death was like a clear spring bursting out of the cracks in the stones. The extremely strong desire to survive made him endure severe pain, clamping Bai Luofeng's hand tightly, not daring to let him go half an inch further.

However, the swordsman still had one hand, and the empty sword immediately disappeared, Yang Zhaogang moved a finger, and the tip of the sword had already drilled from his chest to his back.

Man does not smell the breath, but the sword does not see blood. Bai Luofeng sensed the clue and kicked Yang Zhao's abdomen violently, and the shriveled old dead man was like a puppet with a broken line, powerlessly smashing into the corner of the wall with the fallen table.

Crisp applause fluttered in from the window, stirring every wisp of air in the room, and a familiar and hateful voice lingered in the swordsman's ears: "Good, good! Bai Luofeng deserves to be Bai Luofeng, Mo Ming deserves to be Mo Ming!"

Bai Luofeng turned his head in astonishment, but unfortunately he was still half a beat slower, and when he saw the figure slowly rising from the window, his arms were suddenly clamped by Yan Daoping and Ying Gong Xuan, who should have been stunned to the side.

"Tut-tut, it's really a rare secret skill. Yang Zhao, who was clearly defeated and half dead, reappeared in front of Bai Luofeng's eyes alive.

Bai Luofeng's hand was hanging from the sword, and his bloodshot eyes were full of sarcasm: "The old thing pretended to be a ghost, and he used a lot of crooked magic to deal with me." ”

Yang Zhao was not angry, and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, that's to look up to you." ”

Bai Luofeng shook his head slightly and pouted, "These two people are dead." ”

The old man's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he squinted his eyelids seriously and wanted to take a look at Bai Luofeng: "Yes, if you are really the sword master who controls the demon and devours the evil sword, you can see through the old man's little trick at a glance." To tell you the truth, except that these two people were poisoned by the middle and lower Gu and became the living dead, it was just the puppet over there that was also an empty shell. ”

Yang Zhao said that the more he looked at Mo Ming's eyes, the more radiant he became: "Hey, that's a life-saving talisman that the old man finally refined." It is easy to find people who look like eighty or ninety percent of the people in the world, not to mention that in order to be real and real, the old man also specially asked the hard-to-find 'picture craftsman' to pinch out a human skin mask comparable to a living person, but I didn't expect to be forced by you to the point where you had to dig out the family. ”

"But it's all worth it. The poisonous monster's dry five fingers gently rubbed against the sword, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This sword can be described as a unique miracle, it can actually achieve the heavenly and human holy skills of borrowing souls, otherwise with your physique, it would have turned into stinky water on the ground under the poisonous needle of the old man." This alone is more than the price of a few longevity pills, hehehe...... The stinky Taoist priest of Gangzhiguan bullied people who were illiterate. ”

Listening to Yang Zhao's self-talk immersed in greed, Bai Luofeng understood the old immortal's tricks, no wonder even if he took advantage of the gap in the fight to cast a bone blowing soul on the two strong men, it still couldn't work-dead people, how can you say that the yin and yang soul is disordered?

"Hehe, you have a good eye, Mo Ming does have the function of ordering lonely souls and wild ghosts to temporarily attach to the sword master. Bai Luofeng, who was subject to people, laughed intermittently, "During the period when the ghost lord occupies the physical body, he will block the muscles and veins to block the yang qi that penetrates, and at the same time absorb the dead qi of heaven and earth to increase his power, so your poison is useless. ”

The conjecture was confirmed, and Yang Zhao was even more excited: it is definitely not advisable to monopolize Moming and Gangzhiguan as enemies, but the Taoist priests must still be able to endure the price increase.

"It's a pity you're doing two things wrong. Yang Zhao, who was looking at the treasures, was suddenly interrupted from his fantasy, and turned his head playfully and said, "Which two?"

"You shouldn't let a swordsman hold a sword all the time. As soon as Bai Luofeng's voice fell, Yang Zhao suddenly felt ominous, and reached out to try to take the evil sword.

But just as he used his strength to break Bai Luofeng's fingers, the young man's wrist, which could move freely, drew a straight arc of finger length in a thousand moments, and the sword-grabbing man's face was lifeless in a blink of an eye.

Yang Zhao retreated again and again, and finally sat down on the ground, clutching his throat in vain, watching every trace of blood seep out of his fingers. As for the two dead corpses that lost Yang Zhao's command, they were vulnerable to attack, and let the prey break free from their restraints.

Bai Luofeng cut off the legs and feet of the two in one fell swoop, raised his sword and approached the poisonous monster that was blistering with blood bubbles at the corner of his mouth, and looked down with his eyes: "You shouldn't be so close to a swordsman with a sword, even if he has been reduced to a desperate situation that can be slaughtered by others!"

"Do you know why you lost?" seemed to want Yang Zhao to be blinded early, and the swordsman said every word: "Because the deadliest thing in this world is not poison, but the evil thoughts carved into the soul of mortals, and it is your thoughts that you lose!"

"Do you think anyone can summon the evil ghost in the sword in one fell swoop? You are wrong! The ghost is obsessed, and only the sword heart can protect the heart. At this moment, the swordsman's pupils were like a jade wheel in the sky flickering with a brilliance that could not be concealed, "In order to imprint the sword in my heart, I once fingered thirteen thousand nine hundred and seventy-two swords under the Ten Thousand Evil Cliffs. Listen to the reverberations of all the sharp weapons in the world, until there is no sword left in that place!"