The weak wind wall blocked him, blocking countless bullets and dagger attacks for him.

On the other side of the bedroom is a bald middle-aged man, dragging a glass cover in his hand, wearing rattan armor, and holding a pistol.

Beside him, a dagger was floating.

In Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, that spiritual body had nothing to hide. It was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, an oriental face, and facial features that looked like people from North China.

One is possessed, the other is out of the body, I can swallow both of them in one bite... Zhang Yuanqing saw Fengshen Zhiyi was about to swing the lightning whip at him, and immediately said:

"I am a newly recruited swordsman from the Anti-Black and White Alliance, and I rescued you.

The deacon of Fengshen, who looked dazed, paused for a gesture of waving his whip, his pair of dim eyes

In his eyes, light shines.

Zhang Yuanqing took out a tube of life liquid and threw it over, not forgetting to tell: "Inject half a tube, don't

many. "

I feel bad for more.

After Fengshen Zhiyi took over, Zhang Yuanqing flipped his wrist and swung his sword energy towards the bald man.

But it's fitting that he borrowed to play the swordsman.

"puff!"

The sword energy swept across the neck of the bald middle-aged man, and was blocked by the green light propped up by the vines, but the next second, the green light collapsed, and the head rolled off. There are deep sword marks.

Fountains of blood gushed from the empty neck and splashed across the ceiling.

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The headless corpse fell backwards, two star lights lit up and then disappeared,

The two star officials withdrew and didn't try to hunt Fengshen's Wing again. It may be that the task is completed and they don't want to entangle them, or they may be afraid of the swordsman who is in the realm of saints.

After all, the swordsman's shock can restrain evil spirits and spirits.

Fengshen Zhiyi was in a hurry, threw the remaining half tube of golden liquid back to Zhang Yuanqing, clutched his still healing chest, jumped out of the window, and said:

"Don't let them run away, run after them!"

Fengshen Zhimeng leaned against the wall, opened his mouth unwillingly, finally slipped and fell against the wall, and sat slumped.

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Two starlights kept flickering in the house, and soon left Chinatown.

At night, Xinyue County is bright and bright, with colorful neon lights, a constant flow of vehicles, and two spirit bodies flying at low altitude, getting farther and farther away from Chinatown.

At this moment, there was a strong wind in front of him, and a figure came from the night.

It was a young man with mediocre features, wearing a cheap shirt, jeans, and a pair of blue half-fingered gloves.

Wind Mage? Heaven's Punishment Inspector?

The two star officials looked at each other, silently avoided the oncoming wind mage, and tried to leave quietly. JrNovels.com