Chapter 88

"Please show me your way." The owner of the jar is hard headed and asks for help.

"Take an attack from us. Of course, we won't do our best. As long as you can live under the attack of this seat, I will let you live. " Song Shuhang held out a finger and said.

Once the shame reaches the critical point, it will be broken as thoroughly as Sanguan.

On the contrary, I don't have a book to talk about.

The altar master's face is white and dark. Even if the opponent can't fight with all his strength, even if he is just a flying sword, he can kill half his life!

But he has no choice.

Once attacked, you may die, but you still have a chance to survive.

If you don't accept the elder's conditions, the other party can cut off his head as a nightpot in minutes by offering a flying sword.

And He also has cards. As an evil cult, he has a strange way to protect his life. He may be able to "die" once and bear the blow of the other party.

Thinking of this, the master of the jar bit his teeth and said, "is that true, master?"

"I'm a man of honor in the world of friars. I'm not going to take advantage of you." Song Shuhang said coldly, and continued to look down at the jar owner with the eyes of ants.

There is a head and a face. Shu hang doesn't lie. Because as long as you are a normal person, you have a head and a face. Don't you have a head and a face?

"Please forgive me, master." The master of the jar grinned bitterly, which made people feel that even if they were thousands of miles away, they were still bitter and astringent.

In the dark, there is a pure ghost in the main body of the altar, which stealthily envelops the body of the altar master.

Pure ghosts are ghosts without resentment, so they are not afraid of general exorcism.

Of course, it is not easy for such pure ghosts to be born. We should know that ghosts are often born because of resentment. A pure ghost must be a good man rotten to the bone, because a very unjust thing is dead. However, he was a good man, and he didn't care about the injustice, so he became a pure ghost

"Then take a sword from me!" Song Shuhang was indifferent, and a piece of Rune paper appeared at his fingertips when he turned his finger.

The "sword Rune" presented by the master of the seven living Fu mansion must be used for attacking. When using it, you only need to activate the rune and drink the word "sword". Once it is used, it can be transformed into a sword attack at the level of third grade battle king the day after tomorrow. It's not a matter of splitting mountains and cutting stones. Ordinary friars of the second grade real division will lose half of their lives if they don't have some special defense means.

When he saw this talisman, the owner of the jar quickly broke his teeth As a miserable junior monk, what I hate most is the local tyrant who smashes people with charms!

"Stand up, young man. Pray for your own luck Song Shuhang held Fu Bao in his hand. He was so magnificent that he couldn't control his excitement: "sword!"

There is an illusory figure looming behind Shu hang.

The figure, instead of sword, chopped at the altar master.

The bright sword light is excited from the sword symbol. Once the sword light comes out, there is no other thing in the carriage. It seems that there is only one sword light left between heaven and earth!

This sword light is a wonderful sword technique!

In a flash, the owner of the jar, who was locked by the sword light, felt that his body was confined and could not move.

Even avoiding is a luxury. He can only stand in the same place, watching the sword cut in his body!

Humiliation? Hate? fear?

The jar owner's heart seems to be overturned seasoning, five flavors mixed, can not say the taste.

When the sword comes to the body, it only makes a slight touch sound.

But the jar owner's body, like tofu, was easily cut into two and fell to the ground.

There is no trace of blood in the wound

The foreign monk smacked his mouth and it was over? A terrifying and powerful second grade friar died like this?

There was silence in the carriage.

Song Shuhang did not relax his vigilance. He held a "Jiafu" in his left hand and two "sword symbols" in the other hand, staring at the body of the altar master on the ground.

He was a monk who had been working in the ghost lantern temple in J city 50 or 60 years ago. As long as he didn't get too miserable, he would always have one or two things to protect his life.

Now that song benhang is serious, let it be. Get up and get out of this seat! Remember, don't let me see you again! Forever

Song Shuhang has practiced this skill to make perfect.

The foreign monk was stunned. Under such a terrible sword, the second grade ghost Xiu was still alive?

Can't be? What a terrible sword!

However, as soon as song Shuhang's voice fell, the corpse of the jar owner, which had been cut in two on the ground, slowly turned into black smoke and floated in the air.

Then, the altar owner appeared pale, with a deep sword mark on his forehead. At the critical time, although he saved his life by means of protecting his life, the sword was too overbearing and left him a deep sword wound. It's in the wound on his forehead."Thank you for not killing me." The owner of the jar said in a voice: "the younger generation will leave immediately."

Since he has been found alive by this elder, it is meaningless to hide it.

The other party seems to have made a good deal of his words and wanted to let him live. And if he can't hide, if he annoys the elder and gives him an excuse to make another sword, he will really go to the street.

After saying that, the ghost who was also seriously injured in the jar owner floated over and brought a black suitcase.

This box contains the important belongings of the jar owner. Some things were so precious that he didn't dare to stay in the rosin block of J city. So, he carried them all in a black box.

"Still alive?" The foreign monk can't believe it.

Looking at the pale face in front of him, song Shuhang sighed in his heart. The goods are still alive.

In order to live, this guy is also very hard.

Unfortunately, if he is really worried about face, a word of the elder, perhaps really will let him a way of life.

However, this seat is not ready to face at all! What I want is to kill you!

If I don't kill you, I can't eat well or sleep well. I can't live in the future!

So, at the moment when the owner of the jar picked up the black box and turned hard to leave Song Shuhang again!

"Sword! Sword He held a "sword Rune" in his left and right hands, and activated them at the same time.

Who knows if the jar owner still has the means to protect his life, so two sword runes are put together in one breath! If it was not for a person who had only two hands, he could only use two sword runes. Song Shuhang would like to use the rest of the sword runes at one go!

The bright sword light is excited from the sword symbol again, and the two sword lights are cut on the jar master in X shape.

The jar owner is still alert before leaving, but there is no use for eggs.

The light of the two swords is too fast. Once locked, they will have the ability to imprison the enemy.

After the sword awn, the jar owner's body was cut into four pieces and fell to the ground again. But this time, he had no means to save his life. He died ten times without life.

The second grade monk's body is very strong, even if it is cut into pieces, the jar owner has not immediately rushed to the street. His head was staring at Song Shuhang. There were countless sentences in his heart that he wanted to curse, but in the end he could only turn into two angry words: "nothing Shame

Although I knew that the other side was good at using poison and his character was certainly capricious, he was shameless to this extent, and there was no bottom line.

"Hehe, whatever you say." Song Shuhang quickly grabbed a piece of Fu Bao in his hand, which was the "breaking evil Fu".

The owner of the jar has gone to the street, but his ghost is still alive.

Cut the grass to remove the roots, so as to avoid future trouble!

If song Shuhang was alone, he would not have to be afraid of future troubles. But unfortunately, he is not.

"Broken!" The spirit power hurricane of breaking the evil talisman has started again, and it has swept two carriages.

"Cheep..." The ghost will scream bitterly. The extremely weak kuyou has no chance to escape. It is directly purified by the spirit power of breaking the evil talisman.

The black suitcase fell to the ground.

On the dying altar owner, he was also purified by the spirit of breaking the evil talisman. Let him even lose the power to fight back to death.

As soon as he thought that he was going to die, the head bag of the altar master was blank, and his mouth interrupted and said, "don't Face! In a word Jiuding, I Pooh

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