Jiayou's Fun

Hahaha, Nine Yin Ghost Mother, save my remaining soul, and I will die hundreds of thousands of tribulations, and finally become immortal!

The two shopkeepers, together with the owners of the two shops, totaled hundreds of people laughing hoarsely at the same time. Their faces were twisted, their smiles were crazy, and they looked like they were tired of living and wanted to die.

An extremely sweet, extremely melodious, clear, cold, melodious and poignant female voice came from the No. 1 Ping An number.

Ms. sir, let's pair up and play tricks?

Large sheets of mist sprayed out from the coffin shop, and accompanied by shrill howls, the supervisors who had just broken into the coffin shop to arrest and search people flew out of the shop like haystacks in a hurricane.

While they were in mid-air, their bodies quickly withered and shrank, and in an instant they turned into mummies and fell to the ground.

In the mist, a vague, ethereal and ethereal female figure slowly emerged.

She was wearing a red scarf, a red wedding dress, and red embroidered shoes. There were several scarlet lanterns floating around her, emitting a dense blood light that illuminated everything within a ten feet radius.

When the bloody light fell on the body, a constant sound of chichi was heard.

A terrible cold air invaded the body along the blood light, and white cold mist erupted from the bodies of the supervisors and warriors who were illuminated by the blood light, and a thin layer of ice crystals spread rapidly on their bodies.

At the same time, the projectiles thrown by the two coffin shops also landed one after another.

Amidst the dull explosion, clouds of poisonous gas spread rapidly, and some projectiles landed on the shops on both sides of the street. The projectiles cracked, and wisps of green phosphorus fire spattered, quickly igniting the shops on both sides of the street.

In the winter, when the cold wind blows, the wood used in the store's construction has long dried out, and dozens of fire heads are lit whooshing.

The poisonous gas spread everywhere, and dozens of palace guards pinched their necks with their hands and fell heavily to the ground.

The coffin shop owners shouted slogans one by one, their faces twisted and hideous, becoming as ugly as ghosts, and each one launched a desperate attack on the surrounding guards and supervisors.

The captains, warriors, and guards of the Palace Guard are all good fighters, and most of them are the three-tailed black scorpion brothers who were desperate and were forced to seek refuge with the Palace Guard to save their lives.

Faced with the impact of these people in the coffin shop, these palace guards immediately made the most deadly counterattack.

Swords and swords came down, spears and halberds stabbed randomly, and arrows from the archers and crossbowmen from high places around them fell like locusts, and 'puff' pierced the bodies to which these coffin shops belonged.

One after another, those who fought desperately fell to the ground.

Even if they were cut down to the ground, even if they were stabbed like a sieve by arrows, when they were twitching and struggling on the ground, they never forgot to scream loudly: The ghost mother has mercy, save my remaining soul!

There were also people from the coffin shop who successfully rushed to the palace guard's side. Their palms turned into various strange cyan, blue, and green colors, and their nails were glowing with black phosphorescence. They slapped and slapped around in a random and silent manner.

Their movements look weak and weak, but in fact their palms contain extremely vicious power.

There were palace guards who fought with them with fists and palms. It was just a blow. Their palms seemed to be intact, but the extremely vicious force had invaded their palms and damaged their bones and muscles.

There was even more poison that invaded the body along with the force of the palm, and dozens of other guards and guards were knocked to the ground in an instant.

The two seven-star red-robed generals roared and roared, and teams of captains, warriors, and supervisors rushed forward in dense formations with groups of armored ghosts.

There were large groups on the ground attacking and suppressing, and arrows were raining from above.

The most important thing is that the weapons used by the palace guards are all Dayin's top-notch weapons. They are the best of the best. Their lethality and defensive power far exceed those of the swords, guns and clubs that the Jianghu people can get.

There were hundreds of people in the two coffin shops. In just half a quarter of an hour, most of them were killed, and all the others were seriously injured, and they all lay on the ground covered in blood.

Those who were dead were just that, those who were seriously injured were laughing crazily and hysterically shouting and cursing at the surrounding palace guards, just asking for a quick death!

They just want 'death'!

During this process, the strange female figure walking out of the coffin shop was just floating quietly in the mist, exuding a frightening chill, but she could not be seen making the slightest move.

Gradually, as there were more and more casualties around, the wounds of the dead and injured were visible to the naked eye. The blood mist rose up and became extremely dazzling. It was continuously sucked into the several red lanterns around the woman. .

The flames of several red lanterns became more and more dazzling, shining like rubies. The powerful lights were blazing, illuminating a land with a radius of hundreds of feet. The cold air emanating from the lanterns became more and more intense.

Lu Qian stood quietly behind Luo Qingzhou.

At this moment, Luo Qingzhou's side was the safest place on the entire Youluzi Street.

At his feet lay a supervisor wearing soft armor. In his hand, he was carrying a one-foot-two-foot-long tiger-headed steel spear.

This gun originally belonged to the warden.

When the supervisor followed the team and charged forward to kill the people in the coffin shop, Lu Qian took a fancy to the spear in his hand, and immediately knocked him unconscious with a palm from behind, and snatched the spear from his hand.

By the way, Lu Qian kicked the prisoner and pulled him to his feet.

This place can be considered to be within Luo Qingzhou's protective circle.

Lu Qian felt that he was being kind and conscientious by borrowing other people's weapons and arranging a safe and good position for them.

There were screams all around, and the sound of swords piercing flesh could be heard clearly.

Luo Qingzhou turned a blind eye to the movement around him, just staring straight at the strange woman standing in front of him.

A ball of sharp cold air rolled over his body, and streaks of cold light visible to the naked eye burst out from his body, making a clanging sound, like thousands of sharp swords waving, cutting the surrounding coldness into pieces.

The cold air emitted by several red lanterns could not get within three feet of Luo Qingzhou's body.

In addition to Lu Qian, there were three other captains and eight warriors following Luo Qingzhou closely. Seeing such a strange phenomenon, several people had a look of luck in their eyes.

When most of the people in the coffin shop were killed on the spot, and the two shopkeepers were beaten to the ground with bruises all over their bodies, and fastened tightly with shackles, Luo Qingzhou finally spoke: All your people have fallen. . Are you going to surrender without mercy, or are you going to fight stubbornly?

The hazy, ethereal and translucent female figure chuckled lightly.

Aren't you going to put out the fire? My husband?

Luo Qingzhou had already grabbed the strange-shaped soft sword. Wu Sword Intention was injected into the software, and the one-foot-eight-foot-long strange-shaped soft sword was stretched straight.

The sound of 嘘嘤 swords sounded continuously, and Luo Qingzhou pointed his sword at the woman: You mean Sijifang?

As soon as the word 'fang' came out of his mouth, Luo Qingzhou suddenly got angry.

The soft sword rolled and flicked like a frightened poisonous snake. Amidst the sound of the sword, more than a hundred cold lights rolled up the white sword energy, tearing away the mist and cold air in the air, and struck the woman head-on.

At the snap of a finger, one hundred and twenty swords.

The sword light was like lightning, tearing through the void.

A little further away, the sword guards of Haojian Palace, who were detained by several guards, cheered in unison: What a sword!

Lu Qian was holding a steel gun, with a flash of green light in his eyes. He was one of the few people present who could clearly see the power of Luo Qingzhou's sword.

One hundred and twenty swords fell like a dense rain, curling up the cold light and tearing apart the air. The swords made a piercing scream, which was breathtaking, like a messenger that seduces the soul.

Luo Qingzhou's sword was gorgeous and ferocious. Each sword was not wasted at all, and it all poured down on the vital points of the strange woman's body.

The soft sword was like a soft whip, whipping, curling, flicking, and hitting. The light of the sword even flew from behind the woman, stabbing at various vital points in her back and heart.

The woman stood motionless.

One hundred and twenty swords, swords hit.

The sound of 'Puff' was endless, and the sword light pierced the woman's figure, leaving no trace on her body.

She is not a human being. Luo Qingzhou had just listened to the statements of Lu Qian, Lao He, and several captains and warriors. At this moment, he finally verified for himself that these 'women' were indeed not human beings!

His sword can sweep away thousands of armies.

But what should we do if the other party is not a human being?

The sword gang attached to his soft sword is enough to cut through metal and penetrate city walls, but his sword gang is also useless against this ghost woman. What should he do?

Lu Qian stared blankly as Luo Qingzhou waved his sword wildly at the woman, but the woman just stood there quietly.

The blood-colored brilliance in the lantern became more and more intense, and the blood-colored light gradually converged, gradually concentrating on the area several feet in diameter.

On the edge of Luo Qingzhou's sword, a layer of fine ice scum appeared, and the cold air flowed along the soft sword and penetrated into his palms and arms. Seeing Luo Qingzhou's palms gradually turning white and blue, a layer of cold air slowly emerged from his arms. out.

There is no doubt that the Yuan Gang trained in martial arts has very little damage to this woman, almost zero.

In Lu Qian's mind, the spiritual light of his soul was shaking violently.

He suddenly raised his right hand and struck hard on the tip of the spear. The palm of his hand broke open and hot blood flowed down the grab bar. Lu Qian raised his spear, leaned back slightly, and then stabbed it out.

A faint blue light lingered on the barrel of the gun.

Canghai Jin attached to the gun barrel, blocking the ray of breeze that Lu Qian mobilized with the power of his soul.

The breeze wrapped around the head of a foot-and-a-half-long gun, and the sound of a gunshot was like a roaring tiger rising from the ground. It shocked people's hearts and souls, causing Luo Qingzhou to look back even in his busy schedule.

Lu Qian was right behind Luo Qingzhou. His body was like a bow and his spear was like an arrow. One shot flew forward and pierced the motionless woman's chest.

A howl.

Lu Qian's spear opened a transparent hole the size of a fist in the woman's chest.

His blood clung to the wound, burning the woman's chest, and wisps of white smoke kept coming out.

There was also a ray of wind that invaded the woman's body, and the wind rotated like a knife wheel, expanding her wounds.

The woman howled miserably, her body swayed, and the mist rolled in. She and several red lanterns were wrapped around her and rushed towards the wall. In an instant, they passed through the wall and disappeared without a trace.

Nice job...but why? Luo Qingzhou exclaimed in surprise.

Lu Qian withdrew his spear, shook it, and said softly: Maybe it's because I am a boy. A boy's blood can defeat evil spirits... Well, don't you, sir, read those strange novels on weekdays?

Huh? Luo Qingzhou and all the generals, lieutenants, warriors, and supervisors were all dumbfounded.

‘Virgin’?

Countless people were chanting these four words, and their expressions became extremely strange.

If this is really the reason, no wonder that among the thousands of palace guards on the entire Youluzi Street, only Lu Qian can seriously injure and scare away this ghost woman!

Luo Qingzhou stamped his feet violently: Remember you for your great contribution... Hurry, go to Sijifang!