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The black air resisted the tyrannical thunder and lightning of Wulei Zhengfa.
Moreover, a bloody long knife was condensed immediately after it, and it turned to counterattack Zhang Qingxuan.
But it hasn't waited for his long knife to condense.
Zhang Qingxuan's figure has already followed.
Ding!
There was a crisp metal collision sound, and a burst of sparks splashed. The uncondensed long knife prototype was suddenly broken by the sharp sword edge, and turned into a cloud of black air again, dissipating invisible.
The speed of the ancient dragon bird sword was extremely fast. After breaking through the long knife, it did not stop at all, and continued to stab forward straightly. The angle was so tricky that it was impossible to hide.
"Grass, you don't talk about martial arts!"
In the black air, a figure gradually appeared.
He covered his hands together, and the black clouds surged against the tip of the ancient dragon bird sword, but whether he had the ability to resist, he was stabbed by Zhang Qingxuan and retreated one after another.
While stepping back, he yelled at Zhang Qingxuan.
Zhang Qingxuan had just seen clearly what the other party looked like.
It was an evil spirit with the appearance of a young man, good-looking, with a feminine beauty, even though he was bald, it still didn't affect the rich woman's love for him.
He was bare-chested and only wearing a pair of pure white ragged trousers, looking like a beggar.
I even recruited the rich woman to take pity on her a little bit.
It's just that the seal carvings all over the body are full of strange lines, which may dissuade some of them.
Of course, it may also make some people feel a different kind of stimulation, and then become more fanatical.
The lines are symmetrical, extending from the top of the bald head, to the neck, and then to the body.
Zhang Qingxuan didn't know what was going on under the pants.
But there are also lines on the big bare feet below.
From the looks of it, it should be full of seal carvings all over the body.
From this pattern, Zhang Qingxuan felt a very strange breath.
very familiar.
But it is very strange!
Chi!
Under the force of the sword point, the young Xie Chong flew back.
But the corridor is only so long.
Soon, he retreated to the end of the corridor.
There is no going back.
This blow was too fierce and tricky, and it was as difficult as heaven to resist it completely without injury.
a time.
This young man is evil and has fallen into a desperate situation.
Visible to the naked eye.
A look of panic flashed in his eyes.
But then.
The panic disappeared suddenly.
It seems that he has already thought of a way to deal with it.
And the fact is that it is!
Just before he was about to be forced to the deepest part of the corridor by the ancient sword of Longque, he could not escape and fell into a dead end.
"Brother, forgive me, I was wrong!"
He suddenly bent his knees and stepped back from standing to kneeling back.
That knee on the ground seemed to be equipped with a wheel, and the backward movement was extremely smooth...
"???"
Zhang Qingxuan was full of question marks.
This……
It's been so long.
Zhang Qingxuan has killed countless evil spirits.
But this was the first time he had seen it.
and……
Is this still a grandmaster level evil spirit?
And gradually.
Zhang Qingxuan raised his eyebrows again, and his starry eyes shone slightly.
Behind this willingness to kneel down and beg for mercy may be a conspiracy.
Once Zhang Qingxuan softened.
The possible consequence is to lose your life!
Therefore, his sword did not stop at all!
"Damn it, you're begging for mercy and you're still stabbing?!"
The boy Xie Chong yelled loudly.
Zhang Qingxuan said in a calm voice: "I've spared you, should I keep you to harm more people?"
The young Xie Chong had already leaned against the wall.
Seeing that the magic weapon blade was about to pierce his chest, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, his body suddenly turned into a cloud of black air, disappeared in place, and then gathered together not far behind Zhang Qingxuan.
His face was full of pain, and he gasped: "Damn, this dismemberment is as painful as ever. If I had known, I would not have this physical body back then. It would be much more convenient to be a ghost with only a spirit body... "
That's right.
This young man is evil and has a body.
Therefore, he cannot be called a ghost.
should be called...
corpse!
Zhang Qingxuan raised the tip of his sword lightly, with the sword horizontally in front of his body, his whole body glowed with golden light, while thunder and lightning surged, he wanted to strike again.
"Etc., etc!"
Seeing this, the young man Xie Chong waved his hands one after another to stop Zhang Qingxuan from shouting: "Are all of you Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain so impatient? Don't worry, just listen to me, okay?"
Zhang Qingxuan paused, squinted his eyes and said, "What do you have to say?"
"I am not a bad guy."
The young man said evilly.
"Yes."
Zhang Qingxuan nodded noncommittally: "You are not human at all."
"I……"
The boy Xie Chong's face was suffocated: "I'm talking about nature, I'm not bad... Is it okay to not be evil?"
"Oh?"
Zhang Qingxuan said with interest, turned the ancient dragon bird sword in his hand and put it behind his back: "Where can you prove that you are not evil?"
"prove……"
The young man's eyelids twitched.
Young master, I have never harmed anyone in my years of being a ghost, but where can I prove this to you...
He thought about it for a while, his expression was a little frozen, and he said: "I drew this evil formation by myself. This should be able to prove it?".
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Suppressing evil formation?
Zhang Qingxuan looked at the young man's evil surroundings, his expression came to a sudden.
"No wonder it looks so familiar, it turns out to be Maoshan's evil-suppressing formation!"
Seeing this, the young Xie Chong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
With a familiar look, he was about to walk towards Zhang Qingxuan, and said with a smile while walking.
"I'll tell you, I'm not evil, do you believe me now?"
"Of course, looking at your face, little brother, you are definitely not a bad Taoist..."
"By the way, the bad Taoist priests I'm talking about refer to those old cow-nosed people who don't distinguish between good ghosts and bad ghosts, but all ghosts will be killed."
"Brother, take a look, he is a benevolent person who is willing to avenge demons and goblins..."
Chattering, he walked not far in front of Zhang Qingxuan.
But before I got too close to Zhang Qingxuan.
His voice stopped abruptly again.
Zhang Qingxuan suddenly raised the sparrow in his hand again.
The cold light of the sword pointed at the young man Xie Chong.
It was still far away, but the young Xie Chong had already felt a horrific sharp chill. He smiled and said, "Little brother? The Taoist leader? Little real man? What are you doing, old man?"
Zhang Qingxuan held a dragon sparrow and asked, "Who told you that I believed you?"
When the young Xie Chong heard the words, he immediately raised his hands with a sad expression on his face: "Didn't I say that, the demon-suppressing lines carved by my own seal on my body are the proof that I am really a good ghost!"
"Then how do you prove that the lines on your body were really carved by you yourself, and not forcibly carved by a Taoist priest after a certain time?"
Zhang Qingxuan asked back.
The boy's evil eyelids twitched...
how to prove?I also want to know how to prove it!
If it can be proved, I didn't just prove that I am a good ghost, so what are you talking about now... Wait!
This point, I seem to be able to prove it!
Cursing secretly in his heart, the young Xie Chong's eyes suddenly lit up again, and he thought of a way.
that's it.
He took off the only piece of clothing on his body...
Under Zhang Qingxuan's astonished gaze, he pointed to his XX and said, "Look here, the lines here are wrong, do you see it?"
"This was when I carved the seal by myself. This part was really painful. A hand trembled, and I accidentally carved it wrong..."
He saw Zhang Qingxuan's astonished gaze.
The young Xie Chong also noticed that this posture of his was a bit uncomfortable, scratched his head in embarrassment, and raised it again.
"Now, is that enough proof?" He asked.
Zhang Qingxuan remained silent for a long time, and said, "Then how can you prove that it was your own tattoo that was wrong, or was someone else's tattoo wrong?"
"I……"
The young man's evil face was as black as ink.