Su County Yin's men reacted quickly, dodging or blocking with their weapons, but the ink seemed to be spiritual, and would continue to chase people even if they escaped.
"The scroll is weird, Sun Chao, Wang Han, you two go attack the scroll." Su Jingcheng narrowly avoided the ink and spoke quickly. Hearing this, the only two masters of Jinjin Realm in the courtyard rushed towards the scroll. .
The two of them slashed at the scroll with knives. The internal energy gathered on the blade, and the illusory scroll seemed to be real. The sword collided with the scroll, making two crisp sounds. The scroll shone brightly, and an ink-colored man appeared from the scroll.
The man let out a shrill roar, and his hands transformed into two swords made of ink, slashing at Sun Chao and Wang Han respectively. The two were shocked and hurriedly blocked the attack. Although they blocked the attack, they were attacked by a huge force. The force came and the two of them flew out.
The two stood up at the same time. One of them had a look of horror on his face. The dark-colored man had already reached him and stabbed the man in the chest with a sword. He could no longer dodge, so he could only slash at the dark-colored man with one knife, hoping to make the other person afraid of avoiding him and try to escape. opportunity.
Unexpectedly, the ink-colored man did not dodge, and rushed towards him a little faster. The ink sword pierced his chest. He only felt the biting coldness traveling in his body, and his life was quickly lost. His eyes widened unwillingly. died on the spot.
Although his knife hit the dark-colored man and passed through the dark-colored man's body, the dark-colored man seemed to have no feeling at all and ignored it, but the ghostly light on his body dimmed a bit.
"Sun Chao!" Another person shouted in shock and went to rescue him, but it was too late and he could only watch his companion die.
After killing Sun Chao, the dark-colored man turned around and attacked Wang Han. His speed was extremely fast. Wang Han ignored his sorrow and fought with the dark-colored man. However, there was a huge difference in strength. He was suppressed and retreated steadily, falling behind. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated and died.
Su Jingcheng and others were in an extremely embarrassed state at this time. Many government officials were hit by the ink. They seemed to be controlled and unable to move. Although the guards in the courtyard were not strong enough, they were very skilled in adding insult to injury and killed several people who could not move. Yamen.
Su Jingcheng was heartbroken but could do nothing. These were his subordinates who had been with him for many years. They were still alive just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye they were already cold corpses. He began to regret the decision he made today. If he had known about the sale, The place of Xianlingxiang is so dangerous, he would never lead people to explore it so recklessly.
Now there is no point in regretting. Seeing that Wang Han was about to be killed by the dark-colored man, and his side's fate seemed to be doomed, Su Jingcheng was heartbroken, holding a sword and rushed forward to die with the dark-colored man.
"You run away, I'll stop him!" Su County Yin shouted as he rushed forward, his expression solemn and decisive. At this time, he was more like a general than a scholar magistrate.
However, none of his subordinates escaped. Faced with such a dangerous situation, no one escaped.
The black-colored man naturally saw Su Jingcheng rushing towards him, with a disdainful expression on his face. He actually left Wang Han, who was almost unable to resist, and stabbed Su Jingcheng quickly with his black-ink sword in hand.
Although it was just a simple thrust, it was powerful and there was a faint sound of breaking through the air. Su County Yin was not very strong at first. Faced with the terrifying black man alone, he did not even have a chance to dodge or block. He was about to be killed by the ink sword piercing his chest.
At this moment, a figure fell from the sky, or to be precise, jumped from the roof. The man was very fast, flew in front of Su Jingcheng, and blocked the fatal blow for him.
With a simple collision, the ink sword in the man's hand turned into ink and flew out. The man did not dare to be careless, and quickly struck out with the dagger in his hand, slashing at the ink. As long as the ink was scratched by the dagger, it turned into pieces of smoke.
"Senior Brother Su, please step aside and I will deal with this Qinghe Shishen first." The man did not continue to attack, but stopped to be on guard, and at the same time turned back to Su Jingcheng and said.
Only then did Su Jingcheng see this person's appearance clearly. He was about twenty years old, with an ordinary appearance and a medium build. He was the kind of person who would never be found in a crowd.
The title of senior brother already made it clear the young man's purpose. He should be a master sent by the sect to investigate the fairy fragrance. Su Jingcheng did not expect that the Xinghe Sect would respond so quickly.
Su Jingcheng didn't ask the young man anything, and motioned his subordinates to retreat with his eyes. The other masters naturally heard the young man's words and stepped back obediently. In the process of retreating, they took down all the guards in the courtyard and gathered in the courtyard. A corner was guarded.
The ink-colored man looked at the young man, his eyes flashed, and he shrank into the painting. The scroll shook violently in the air, and countless inks sprayed out. Most of them came towards the young man's face, and a lot of them flew in all directions.
The young man faced the ink flying straight towards him, without any trace of panic on his face.
A surprising scene happened. He suddenly disappeared, and in an instant he appeared not far from his side, dodging a large area of ink. After he appeared, he kept moving his hands around him. The ink was swept away.
The young man did not stop, and took a step forward. Five young people appeared in the courtyard. Even Wang Han, who had the highest cultivation among the people, could not tell which one was the real one.
The five figures of the young man scattered the ink from all angles. During this process, the ink-colored man did not come out of the scroll. There was only a shimmering scroll floating in the air. Everyone stared at the scroll and was confused, almost No one noticed that a short man gently opened the door of a room and ran out.
Such a movement could not be hidden from the young man's eyes. The five figures of the young man merged into one, running toward the short man with long strides.
The short man, probably because of his short legs, was not able to completely escape even though the distance was not too far.
The young man caught up with the short man in a few steps. The cold light flashed from the two daggers in his hands, and when he was about to stab the short man's body, a picture scroll not far away floated at high speed, blocking the short man from the young man's sharp attack. At the same time, the picture scroll had a faint light. A masterpiece, the ink figure emerges from the painting again.
This time, the two swords in his hands were more solid, and he attacked the young man quickly, and the young man showed no mercy. The two collided fiercely, and the speed was very fast. The weaker ones couldn't understand their moves at all.
"You are so skilled at such a young age. I really admire you. It seems that there are only two disciples of Xinghe Sect who have such speed. I wonder if you are Chonghua or Yinghuo?" The short man's attitude was very polite, as if he was talking to the young man. It is not oneself who is fighting for life and death.
"Your Qingyantang intelligence capabilities are not weak, I am Chonghua." The young man said calmly, his breath was not disturbed under such a high-intensity battle.
"Jun Chonghua, although I know this is just a code name, let's just call it that. According to what you say in the Central Plains, you and I are both in the realm of minor masters. It's still unclear who will win. Why don't you stop the war and let me leave?" The short man said. He said with a slightly pleading tone.
"Now that the matter is over, you should stay here obediently and stop dreaming." Chonghua said disdainfully.
"Hahaha, I was afraid of you just now, but now that my painting soul has been prepared, I want you all to die without a burial place!" The short man laughed wildly, without the respectful look just now, it turned out that he was just delaying time.
"Oh? It seems that this shikigami called Huahun can accumulate momentum and release some powerful methods through fighting." Chonghua's face changed slightly, but he was not too panicked. When Su Jingcheng and others heard the short man's words, they felt in their hearts I panicked, fearing that this young man with the code name Chonghua would capsize in the gutter.
"Painting soul, unfold it, Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night!" the short man yelled, and then the ink-colored man got back into the painting. The dim light of the painting exploded, and even the painting itself began to expand, and in the blink of an eye it became one foot tall. What a huge picture.
Facing the scroll, Chonghua could see that there was a picture emerging on the scroll. It was countless demons and monsters struggling in the painting, trying to break through the scroll and come to the world. It looked very eerie and terrifying.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, let's begin!" The short man spoke again, his face full of excitement. He was full of confidence in the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade. He seemed to have seen the scene of Chonghua being devoured and bitten by the Hundred Ghosts. It was so satisfying.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange sound, and it seemed like something was breaking open on the scroll. Various ghosts and ghosts in the painting gradually emerged, also made of ink. After these guys arrived, the entire courtyard became gloomy. Some of the less courageous guys trembled slightly.
"Is this your method? Yes, it is very strong. It has almost reached the power of a grandmaster. It seems that you are also a very important existence in Qingyan Hall. It just so happens that I am more interested in killing you." Hua grinned, and it seemed that he didn't take Baigui Yexing seriously.
"Can you break my Hundred Ghost Night Walk? Do you think you are a master?" The short man was very dissatisfied with Chonghua's performance at the moment. The fear he wanted to see was not captured on Chonghua's face at all.
"I didn't want to break this move, and I don't need to break it. I just need to kill you." Chong Hua smiled solemnly and took action suddenly.
The short man didn't have time to react. There was a clang, the barrier shattered, and the man died.
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