The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1931
That ax was weird.

There are eyeballs painted on the handle of the axe, and those faint eyeballs stare straight at you, which inexplicably makes people feel creepy.

The dark red ax blade seemed to be made of blood, and a stream of evil spirit surrounded it.

And there is a groove where the edge of the ax connects to the handle, and the inside of the groove is also dark red, as if it has been washed by blood many times.

And at the moment when the three of the Yao family were furious, Leng Wuyou sensed a familiar aura, which immediately made her frown.

Her eyes were deep, and she looked at the three of them without any trace.

The original suspicion in the eyes was gradually deepened, until finally it became affirmative.

"These three people are inseparable from the Holy Temple."

Maybe let's make a bolder guess, maybe the entire Rao family is the minion of the Holy Temple.

Of course this is just speculation.

She will not speak out until evidence is found, but she will make people watch out and warn people.

At the same time, find out the problem from the three of them.

These thoughts seem to be very slow, but in fact they are only for a moment, Rao Qi held a big ax in his hand, and directly slashed towards Leng Wuyou with the axe.

An illusory ax phantom escaped from the ax and slashed towards her head.

Leng Wuyou felt the sharp wind coming from the side, he didn't turn his head, but took a step back subconsciously.

And it was the step of withdrawing that directly allowed Leng Wuyou to avoid the attack of deed.

The attack failed, and Fang Jiang immediately made up for it. He opened the folding fan in his hand for a while, and the paper folding fan, which was originally pure white, turned black in the blink of an eye.

Layers of black mist accumulated on the black folding fan, and the edges of the fan blades were flickering with a cold light, which was thrown towards Leng Wuyou directly.

Leng Wuyou's gaze sank, and he turned his waist back, seeing a cold light passing dangerously close to the tip of her nose.

She could feel a chill, and there was a killing intent in it.

It can be seen how much they wanted to kill Leng Wuyou.

And as Rao Jiang's attack fell, the Rao Gui hand on the side spread out, and the two black rays of light in the palms slowly condensed and merged together suddenly.

Waves of silent humming spread out round and round like waves, and the ghost's hand was pulled away, and a black long sword appeared in the center of the black mist.

With the appearance of the black long sword, a bloody smell that was too strong to melt began to waft on the field, and the source of this bloody smell was the long sword in Rao Gui's hand.

The long sword looks ordinary on the outside, there is no difference, just like an ordinary iron sword, but when you look closely, you can find that there is a very faint blood gorilla law attached to the long sword.

Leng Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, forming a line, staring at Raogui and the long sword in his hand through the gap for a moment.

Rao Gui noticed that he had inadvertently confronted those cold black pupils.

She seemed to see the other party showing a smile without a trace, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Let Leng Wuyou frowned, his heart skipped a beat.

Speaking of which, this is the first time dealing with Leng Wuyou, a ghost, so he usually seems very mysterious.

The black long sword in Rao Gui's hand has never been opened, and he tapped his fingertips in the air more than a dozen times, and something seemed to slowly emerge from the air.

Leng Wuyou stared at it, only to find that blood-colored rivers were quietly appearing and spreading in the place where she was.

But this river never appeared from the beginning.

That is to say, when he and the other party looked at each other, the river appeared, and Leng Wuyou knew clearly that this was not an illusion.

The appearance of the bloody river slowly deepened the ominous feeling in Leng Wuyou's heart.

In the blood-colored river, a phantom of a black long sword slowly emerged, and with the emergence of this long sword, with a movement around the ghost's hand, the black long sword split directly, forming densely packed black small swords.

They shot at Leng Wuyou in unison.

Leng Wuyou's pupils tightened suddenly, and she felt the oppression brought by those small black swords, and at the same time felt the oppression of the blood river, which made her temporarily inconvenient to move.

(End of this chapter)