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Zhang Xiaojian considered that when she was here, there was a smile floating on her face, but the smile disappeared in a flash.

The space storm is so fierce that it is not so easy to move, which makes the smile that just appeared on the face suddenly cool down.

For a long time, Zhang Xiaojian was still frowning. If there was a way, he would have worked out a way out of the house. Why wait until now.

Hesitated for a long time, Zhang Xiaojian still did not come up with a better solution.

It seems that it can only be a hard headed experiment, as long as you let your body touch the ground, everything can be solved.

Zhang Xiaojian took out the gold brick, the law Jue in the mouth urged, the next second the brick has appeared outside the shield.

The sound of metal installation is jingling, which sounds frightening.

But then Zhang Xiaojian's mood relaxed. With the continuous change of the BRICs, it has slowly fallen on the ground.

Because of the obstruction of the BRICs, Zhang Xiaojian feels that the pressure of Jindun is much smaller.

After urging mana and forcing the body to get close to the BRICs, the power of the storm is much smaller.

Qingyun sword has been flying out and firmly inserted on the ground. A transparent silk thread is tied to the ground. One end is on the handle of Qingyun sword and the other is in Zhang Xiaojian's hand.

The body slowly moved down, although used a lot of strength, but finally fell on the ground.

At the moment when her feet fell to the ground, Zhang Xiaojian's body shook and disappeared in an instant. In the next second, the gold brick and Qingyun sword disappeared.

Zhang Xiaojian had already appeared in front of that strange house at this time, holding the green cloud sword in his hand, the golden Rapa was suspended on his head, and the gold shield had turned into a small armor and was worn on her body.

The room was still empty, and the ghosts on the table didn't seem to react.

Zhang Xiaojian stopped more than ten meters away from the ghost. The sky eyes had opened, and countless black ridge red armor circled around, eyeing the ghost head.

"Boy, I'm very capable. I'm lucky to be here today." Voice in the vicissitudes of life steal a cold breath, people can not help a burst of cold.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaojian asked coldly, looking as if she were.

Suddenly, a twist of space, has been a black hand suddenly silent like Zhang Xiaojian grabbed over.

Zhang Xiaojian's face was cold. Between the waves, Qingyun sword had already cut down with a layer of dense thunder arc like a big black hand.

The thunder arc and the black big hand meet, the thunder arc light flickers, sends out the crackling sound, the black big hand instantly becomes innumerable black light, flickers in the air several times, disappears.

"It's kind of interesting." Space came out of a cold man with a surprised voice.

Although Qingyun sword is successful, Zhang Xiaojian is not very happy. Instead, she suddenly urges Qingyun sword and cuts it down with thunder like a ghost on the table.

Just when Qingyun sword arrived near the ghost's head, suddenly, a black fog like ink appeared from the sky, enveloping Qingyun sword. In the next second, he lost contact with Zhang Xiaojian. He was in a cold sweat.

The fingerprints on the hand are continuous, and the Zhenyuan sword has been transformed into shape. The eight golden swords instantly cover the ghost head in eight directions.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't give up. A light of light flew out of her hand and hit her directly on top of the golden silk handkerchief, which thundered suddenly like a ghost's head.

At this time, the ghost has changed. His eyes open at once, and the red light is everywhere. If Zhang Xiaojian did not open the eyes of the sky, Zhang Xiaojian would be out of her wits.

Nevertheless, Zhang Xiaojian also felt uncomfortable for a while, and quickly ran the internal Qi, which restrained the tumbling blood.

After the ghost opened his eyes, his mouth continuously gushed out something as black as ink. There was a faint cry of ghosts in it. For a time, the wind was blowing, and it was very miserable.

Although the power of Zhenyuan sword and jinrispa is infinite, the ghost seems to be endless, which makes Zhang Xiaojian scared.

Zhang Xiaojian took the bright pill one after another, which just barely supported. The ghost did not seem to show any signs of defeat. If he could not replenish his spiritual power at any time, he would be doomed this time.

Think of here, Zhang Xiaojian a wave, a red bead emerged out of thin air, the next second, a body of red Firebird has appeared in the air.

Zhang Xiaojian's mouth goes to a son. The body of the Firebird shakes, and countless feathers fall down. It turns into countless small Firebirds. The flaming flames from her mouth are like ghosts' heads.

In the boundless sea of fire, with countless thunder arcs falling down in the air, and the sword curtain formed by Zhenyuan sword, the ghost could not hold on. The black fog retreated, and the ghost's claws disappeared one by one. After about half an hour, the ghost was bound by the golden rapa. Countless thunder arcs fell together, and the ghost's hair gave a final howl and disappeared in an instant Yes.

At the moment the ghost disappeared, there was a loud bang around, as if the earth and sky were falling apart. The smoke and dust were rolling, and nothing could be seen in an instant.The world seems to be at a standstill and everything is like a new start.

The fog is gone, the sun gently caresses the earth, the world clarifies, as if nothing has happened.

On the ground, lying two people, almost at the same time awake, a man, a woman.

The woman's face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were stained with blood.

The man stood up, and suddenly a few more swords appeared in his hand. The sword whistled through the woman's body in thunder province. The next second, the whole person turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

Zhang Xiaojian coldly looks at the disappearing Huangfu elder sister, does not speak, turns to leave.

In the evening, at Hongjie's home, Zhang Xiaojian, Liu Ye, Tang Yan and Ouyang Yu were all present.

Hongjie's face was a little ugly, with a glass of wine in her hand and her voice choked.

"I don't know when I'll see you again when you leave." Tears whirled in her eyes as she spoke.

Zhang Xiaojian laughed and said, "Hongjie, I just leave, and I'm not separated forever. Why should I be like a parting of life and death? Otherwise, you can follow me in the past."

Hongjie nodded and said, "look at it. Maybe you can live there for a while. Then you can't collect money from me."

Ouyang Yu looked at Tang Yan, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "you really want to go."

Tang Yan took a drink and said, "I'm tired. I'm really tired."

Ouyang Yu opened his mouth, but did not say a word.

At Dongjiang airport, Zhang Xiaojian and Tang Yan are at the entrance of the airport. They are like Hongjie and ouyangyu. They are waving goodbye. The next second, they have disappeared in the crowd. Ouyang Yu covers her face and cries bitterly, as if she has lost something precious.

Hongjie sighed, patted Ouyang Yu on the shoulder and said, "go back."