Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

The shunned black sinister sullenly stared at the Qingfeng sword in the hands of Feng Jiu’s hands, and there was strong greed and excitement in his eyes.

"This is the power of the Qingfeng sword? It is really good, very good, really worthy of the ancient sword."

He stared at the sword of Feng Jiu, and the yin test laughed. With the spread of laughter, the airflow in the air fluctuated by his pressure, became dignified and difficult to breathe, and the laughter. It is even more gloomy in this night.

Feng Jiu did not stare at the others, her eyes only stared at the evil repair headed by him. Since he killed him to China, she let his blood debts pay for it!

The red figure surging in the spirit of the night, the flame-like glare of the air wrapped her, set her whole people so dazzling, even in this night, can be seen at a glance.

She held the Qingfeng sword and leaned to the ground. Her eyes slowly subsided. The cold and cold voice spread with the deep and strong bloodthirsty in the night: "The person who killed me is It has to pay a price."

As soon as the sound fell, I saw that the red figure was like a ghost. The extremely fast body was not the kind of silky airflow that surged on the body, which made it impossible to capture the movement of the figure.

At that moment, everyone felt that a murderous murderous squirt from the red-haired boy’s body, such as the murderous smoldering of the river, the momentum is like a wave of waves to swallow them, the most What scared them was that in that murderousness, they actually carried an ancient pressure that made them tremble!

"I will let you taste the taste of being killed late!"

The cold and cold voice of Sen Han came out from the mouth of Feng Jiu. It was accompanied by the destruction of the sword of Qingfeng sword. He only heard the sound of snoring, and the air was like being cut into two by the ancient sword. Half, Qingmang cuts a curve from bottom to bottom, and slams into the Yuan Ying cult.

The Yuan Ying Xiu Xiu was also shocked by the pressure and murder of Feng Jiu’s instant shot. His eyes swiftly passed through a ray of light, and he could only get rid of it on the spot, but it was still the slut. As the sword gas spread, the body was instantly marked with countless wounds of different sizes.

Smell the smell of blood in the air, feeling the pain in the body, he smiled, staring at the smile of Feng Jiuyi.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The gloomy laughter finally became a big laugh, and the powerful Yuan Yingwei spread in the laughter. The ones that were shocked by him were screaming and screaming, and they quickly retreated.

"The breath of the ancient gods... Hahahaha! It is the breath of the ancient gods!"

He laughed with his hands and laughed, and suddenly he looked at Feng Jiu. He had a strange excitement in his eyes: "Not only the Qingfeng sword, but also the ancient beast! So, as long as you kill, you will The soul of the **** is smashed, then, it’s all mine, it’s all mine, hahahaha...”

"It depends on whether you have the ability!"

Feng Jiu raised his hand and instantly waved the Qingfeng sword in his hand. He saw that the singularity of the road was accompanied by the smoldering air, and it was attacked by the Yuan Ying. The speed was fast, and I saw a single stroke in the night. Dao Qingguang, and the figure of the Yuan Ying cult is also shunned among the Qing Mang, coming towards her.