This witch, please stay

Chapter 22
The violent spiritual power rose up, tearing the entire main house into pieces in an instant.

After the main house was shattered, the black silk threads all over the courtyard suddenly went berserk, twirling and blending into a whirlwind rising from the ground, turning into pieces of deadly cold lights in the gale.

A silver-white sword light rose by itself, blocking the black steel needles passing by Xun Ming's side in the whirlwind, sparking sparks of gold and stone collisions out of thin air.

Amid the sound of "ping pong pong", Xun Ming's widened eyes gradually returned to their original size, and then narrowed a little bit.

A gloomy sense of bitterness that seemed to come from the millennium cold pool slowly dripped from the slits in the eyes.

In the main house, a giant spider that had been pitch-black revealed its body. It was covered with dark purple bristles, each root was as sharp as a knife, and eight legs as thick as the waist of an adult were under its body. The back opened, and the tips of the feet turned into sharp thorns, like pitch-black spears. The most eye-catching one was a woman in a white robe, half of her body was embedded in the pitch-black chest of the spider, which was extremely strange.

Before the monster in the main house reacted, the white-clothed knight-errant whose aura was restrained to the extreme in an instant said in a low voice:

"Damn it, you are quite courageous."

Then the white robe with only a cave-like cultivation level stepped out, crossed the threshold, and smashed the bluestone floor of the entire courtyard.

Punch straight at the golden core monster!
……

A ray of sword light streaked across the sky, and in an instant, it appeared among the lush forests.

A figure with sword-browed and pointed toes jumped off the sword and stepped on a small open space in the forest. The long sword under his feet threw out a sword flower after he jumped up. It twisted and drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and finally flashed into the snow-white scabbard at the figure's waist.

On the snow-white scabbard is a beautifully carved giant dragon coiled, the dragon claws and scales are clearly visible, the golden dragon head "bites" the scabbard mouth, with its mouth wide open, matching the long sword inlaid on the grid. Two dark golden orbs set off each other, forming a scene of "playing with dragons and beads".

Several lush old trees were broken in the middle, and the dense wooden thorns on the broken trunks were like unsatisfactory daughters, crying about the unreasonableness of a certain "person".

This "person" is the wild boar demon who almost swallowed the scholar Jia Xianren in one gulp.

The dense forest canopy was caused by the fall of these few trees, creating a forest gap that was not too big, but it was by no means small, allowing the Immortal Yujian who came looking for "traces" to directly enter the forest. , without having to bother to make another sword.

Killing monsters and killing people is fine.

What's the matter with cutting down trees?

As if he wanted something, the young-looking fairy walked straight to a corner after landing, and then picked up three small grains of silver from the place where weeds had grown wildly.

"This kid is really unlucky."

The sword cultivator with a pair of sword eyebrows that soared into the sky sighed helplessly, and then casually threw the broken silver that had only been lying in his palm into the air.

Before the rising momentum of the three grains of broken silver disappeared, a silvery-white light flashed away, as if a fierce dog that had been hungry for a long time swallowed them in one bite.

After swallowing the three "clones" that were peeled off from him, the silver light made a circle in the air, let go of his momentum, and then obediently stopped at the side of the young man's face, very intimate Rubbing his cheek.

Then, as expected, another shallow bloodstain was drawn on the young man's face.

Feeling the familiar pain coming from his face, the breath in the young man's chest stagnated slightly, and then he spit it out slowly.

Skillfully wiped it on the face, wiped away a drop of blood that overflowed from the shallow mark, and then flicked the "brain" flying sword that was somewhat unclear, flipping it out of the air After two somersaults, the young man said helplessly:

"I told you several times, you are Feijian, Feijian, Feijian, not a dog!"

Speaking of his natal flying sword, a sense of contradiction would unconsciously arise in the young man's heart.

Say it’s bad, it’s a top-notch flying sword, it has the natal supernatural power similar to “Scattering Beans into Soldiers”, it can smelt itself and turn it into countless weapons, even his old alcoholic master asserted that when he reaches the Immortal Dao As soon as the sword is drawn, there will be a grand scene of "silver soldiers falling from the sky all over the sky".

But let's talk about it, the young man felt that his face would not agree, who's Feijian would treat him like a dog? !He kept rubbing against his master's face, didn't he know that it was a sword blade and not a dog's head? !

This young swordsman, who was beginning to feel a little melancholy at this time, came to look for the young master of the Misty Sect who had been "accidentally" forgotten by Jia Xianren, the garlic head that Xun Ming called, Jiang Sinan. .

After putting away the three pieces of broken silver, Jiang Sinan didn't stay where he was anymore, but walked in one direction along the trees that were smashed or bent in the forest.

After a few steps not far away, Jiang Sinan came to the huge wild boar corpse that was still lying on the spot. It was nothing strange. After taking a brief look at the wild boar demon, he was sure that it was Even if he is in Dongtian Realm, he can achieve this level.

As for the valuable pigskin and tusks on the wild boar demon, they did not take away a piece of tenderloin from its back. Jiang Sinan did not pay attention to such "trivial things". middle.

What really made him a little dumbfounded was that the large area beside the pig demon was obviously a tree stump cut out by a sword.

Are there really such boring monks who like to chop down trees?

Jiang Sinan, who was still thinking about finding that unlucky scholar as soon as possible, was taken aback for a moment, and then moved away after a few words of emotion in his heart.

Looking at the route, it should be heading south.

The young man who had already changed from the white clothes to the blue shirt touched the ground, his figure leaped high, the long sword at his waist was unsheathed by itself, and rested on his feet in a circular arc, slightly After a pause, it turned into a long rainbow and disappeared at the end of the southern sky, much faster than when it arrived.

Before the young man Yujian went away, he caught a glimpse of the pig's head that fell to the ground with only a layer of skin and bones left. There were countless sword marks on the inside, like spider webs.

Jian Mei frowned slightly, and Jiang Sinan, who was running with his sword, secretly accelerated the speed of the flying sword under his feet.

Walking in the world, evil spirits are terrifying, but what is thousands of times more terrifying than evil spirits is the human heart.

Jia Xianren, whose head is about the size of an elm tree, doesn't know this, how can he, Jiang Sinan, not know?
……

In the forest, a few twigs dressed in pork were still stuck in the edge of the extinguished bonfire, a bright silver-white flame ignited out of thin air, and a figure of a scholar wearing a silver half-body armor with ornate carvings stared blankly from there. Emerge from the flames.

After a while, he turned his head to look at the familiar bonfire with a dull expression, and fell to his knees with a "plop" as if he had lost his strength, tears streaming down his face.

(End of this chapter)