(2016, Happy New Year's Day everyone.∈♀,)

The Beimian Ghost Thieves who have taken over the position of the City God and have nothing to steal in the world?

A mystery in Nie Xiaoqian's mind that had been covered by layers of thick fog was suddenly solved during the conversation between Ning Wentian and the Beimian Ghost Thieves.

Half a year ago, Qiandeng County, ten miles and eight villages, and thousands of households would be stolen wherever they hid their property. Moreover, because the thieves were skillful in committing crimes, like ghosts, no one saw them, so everyone turned the thieves into ghost thieves.

Even the sea arrest documents issued by the yamen, which were wanted ghosts and thieves, were painted three-point like humans and seven-point like ghosts because they didn't know what the thief looked like.

But I didn't expect that the ghost thief did have a ghost, and it was a real thief among ghosts.

Of course, the Beim Ghost Thief in front of him was wearing an official uniform. If he didn't smile grimly, he would have a kind smile on his face, which was not really scary.

However, for this Beim ghost thief, Nie Xiaoqian's heart, new and old hatreds surged up.

New hatred, the plague ghosts poisoned, and the yaksha attacked at night; old hatred, the Ping'an family's silver was stolen, and Liang was sucked away his yang energy and almost died.

Nowadays, new sorrows and old hatreds continue.

She whispered her sword fingers, and her fingers were softened by the tempering. Her beliefs gathered on her tender white fingers that looked like green onions. The sword fingers were only between thoughts.

"Blunt knife?"

Ning Wentian looked around at the seven flying yakshas.

Feitian Yasha's thorn scales were like heavy armor, and he was invulnerable to the sword. The knife he had just happened to knock them back in a flash, but it only repelled them, and did not cause effective damage.

"Catch you, Feitian Yasha is a seven-headed puppet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved. Before the Beimian Ghost Thief waved his hand and ordered the seven-headed Flying Yacha to come up, it suddenly flashed out, as if he was changing his shadow. He instantly took the knife and killed him in front of the Beimian Ghost Thief.

"After Shadow of the Dust!"

The Beim ghost thief saw Ning Wentian's body moving and pulled out a string of afterimages, like flowing clouds and water. The sharp sword intent pressed his cheeks, and the scorching wind blew on his face. It seemed that he would be torn apart by the sword force at any time. However, when he recited Ning Wentian's sword pose, he did not have the shock of his first witness. He just stepped back and retreated several feet.

Because the sword could not even damage the Feitian Yasha at all. Although the moves were powerful, how could it move him? But he had not yet seen Ning Wentian's identity and chose to avoid it temporarily.

As the Beim Ghost Thieves retreated, Ning Wentian suddenly fell into nothing. Although the sword force continued to break away, it only cut a ditch several inches deep on the ground.

"Miss Nie, be careful!"

However, Ning Wentian Yixin only tried to capture the Beimian ghost thief, and the seven-headed flying yaksha used the afterimage of the sword, flashed out of the encirclement and lost his target. He turned to Nie Xiaoqian in the circle.

Wang Lin, who had been in a hunch, finally couldn't continue to feel depressed when he saw Nie Xiaoqian wanting to protect him. He raised his head while reminding Nie Xiaoqian. He stood up, slid, and palmed out, and faced the flying yaksha that three heads attacked Nie Xiaoqian from behind.

Wang Lin suffered a sudden change and was depressed, but both his skills and palm techniques seemed to be tempered to a more profound and exquisite way.

Although it was just a palm, it had the ability to cover all directions, and circled the three flying yakshas under his palm power that looked like a steep mountain.

Of course, it is hard to sing alone.

It is hard to defeat four hands with just one palm, not to mention that Feitian Yasha has three heads, which is far more than four hands.

So after he pushed out his right hand, he immediately retracted it, and raised his left hand and another palm. The strength of the palm is strong and soft. When it is hard, it seems that Gonggong's anger hits Buzhou Mountain, and when it is soft, it is surging rivers and waters are endless.

The three flying yakshas that rushed up felt a huge palm force pounced on them. First, it seemed like they encountered a wall, their body stagnated, and then it felt like they were trapped in mud. It became difficult to raise their hands and feet, and the steel forks that were pierced were getting slower and slower.

When he stabbed Wang Lin, his strength was exhausted.

Wang Lin blocked the attack of the three flying yakshas with a few palms. He noticed the other two flying yakshas without hesitation and turned back to his palm without hesitation.

At this time, the two flying yakshas had already attacked. He tried hard to protect him and had to fight head-on. When a pair of flesh palms was pushed out halfway, he suddenly counted one hand and turned it into a finger.

The powerful Vajra Finger!

He pointed his fingers on both sides and left and right, and hit the steel fork directly, making a sound of metal and stone attack.

The huge force rushed from the steel fork, and his fingers made a crisp sound, his arms trembled violently, and his whole body couldn't help but retreat backwards.

But a few feet behind him were Nie Xiaoqian. He hurriedly retracted his energy and sank the field. His upper body just shook, and then his feet were cracking. The blue bricks were split into pieces, and a stream of air was rushing away around him, and his feet had already sunk into the ground for several inches.

These attacks flashed across just a few breaths.

The reason why Nie Xiaoqian stood beside Wang Lin was to protect him, an ordinary warrior, from the damage of monsters like Feitian Yasha, but unexpectedly Wang Lin suddenly exploded, but instead took the lead in helping him block the five Feitian Yasha.

Seeing that his feet were as if they were nailed firmly to the ground, he was unwilling to take a step back due to his injury. Nie Xiaoqian, who had transformed into a sword, had no time to kill the two flying yakshas in front of him.

"A flash of moon sickle!"

The thought heart sword drew an arc in the air, like a hook of a sickle moon.

The moon sickle god appeared behind the two flying yakshas without knowing it, and quietly flashed and disappeared.

The flesh wings of the two flying yakshas were like silk and threads, and the blood marks were suddenly sputtered out, and the dazzling red blood mist sputtered out.

The two flying yakshas felt severe pain coming from their backs and then fell from the air.

With one sword and two wings, Nie Xiaoqian immediately returned to the sword.

"A flash of rain weave!"

The moon sickle shattered, falling like rain, and it was like a storm, sweeping towards the five flying yakshas that were attacking Wang Lin.

Wang Lin, whose feet were sank into the ground due to the release of force, faced the airtight joint attack of the five Feitian Yasha. He was about to fight to the death, but he felt something blowing past his side, causing a burst of coldness. Then he saw bloody flowers burst out from the five Feitian Yashas.

The flesh wings were pierced, the thorn scales were broken, and the flesh and blood flew. In the midst of the roar of pain, the yaksha fell to the ground.

When Wang Lin was stunned, he was shocked, and his skirt was hunting for wind, and his eyes were filled with a glimpse of his graceful back.

But seeing her pinching the sword technique in her hand and waving the void, she seemed to be using something, Wang Lin still didn't understand what was going on in front of him.

"Tiangang Sword Strategy?"

On this side, Nie Xiaoqian gathered his mind to seriously injure the seven-headed Flying Yasha for the sword.

On the other end, facing Ning Wentian's sharp sword technique, the Beimian Ghost Thief was calm.

Ning Wentian could not capture it for a long time. The greedy and treacherous Beimian Ghost Thieves seemed to be joking and wanted to take away the coffin of the copper essence, but Ning Wentian suddenly pressed the coffin of the copper essence. The thirty-six swords inserted in the coffin of the copper essence shot out in a flash, and inserted them around the Beimian Ghost Thieves on the ground, buzzing like a dragon's roar.
Chapter completed!