Chapter 257

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of Daoist Qingyang, and the ghost-killing sword in his hand had a purple halo again, he lifted it up high, and then gathered all the strength in his body to strike down, a purple sword aura Going towards the black dragon, it happened to split through the middle of the black air, splitting it into two halves.But after the black air was split in half, it quickly condensed into one piece, forming a black dragon again, and rushed towards Taoist Qingyang.

Daoist Qingyang started to break out in cold sweat. He had consumed too much spiritual power during this period of time. He tried his best to use the Ghost Slayer Sword just now. At this moment, his body was almost exhausted. Looking at the black man with teeth and claws The black dragon made of clouds quickly approached him, and Daoist Qingyang's heart gradually cooled down. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, slowly lifted the ghost-killing sword in his hand, and slashed it open between his palms. After making a cut, blood gushed out in an instant, and quickly overflowed the sword body. The ghost-killing sword that was full of blood seemed to be infused with some kind of magic power, and the purple halo on the sword instantly turned red, dazzling for a while. Dazzling, murderous...

Besides Zhang Yihan and the others, Shui'er and the old man's hands were held tightly by Zhang Yihan, they just ran out to the east end of the village, not even daring to turn their heads.

After running like this for a short time, I heard thunder rumbling in the air, and after a bolt of lightning struck, a strong wind suddenly rose. The hard object touched his body, and it was painful.He even used a lot of strength every step of the way. The old man was exhausted and out of breath not too far away, and he couldn't walk anymore.

Zhang Yihan held the old man's hand and felt a little heavy, hurriedly stopped, and asked anxiously: "Old man, what's the matter? We are still far away from leaving the village, you can't just rest here!"

"I... I can't do it... You and... and Miss Shui'er go first... I can't get out... just let me die here... Be with my younger brothers and sisters..." The old man Tired and out of breath, it's no wonder that people in their 90s can't stand such a toss at all.

Zhang Yihan said anxiously: "No! Old man, you have to come out of this village with us, as long as you leave the village, we will be rescued, come! I'll carry you!" Zhang Yihan squatted down.

(End of this chapter)

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