Guardian Chapter 179: Auntie Zhizha

  "Because..."

  "Guess."

  Chen Feng looked at the paper money that began to fly in the sky, the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and he murmured: "Finally caught you, the paper maker behind Lin Zhonghou's case."

  In mid-air, the scorching sun turns cold.

  The environment at the three-way intersection instantly turned dark.

   A sedan chair, which was suppressed by the four-phase ghost and roared in a low voice, showing a cautious expression, slowly fell from the sky.

  The people who carry the sedan chair are not people, but all the cardamom girls are beautiful and attractive.

  The people who serve on the side are humans and not humans. They are all sturdy men who walk with yin and wind.

  The paper man lifted the pole, the brawny man supported the sedan chair, the wind gusts, and the evil spirit swept across.

  Paper money is flying all over the sky, suona, gongs and drums are buzzing and bustling, making people feel cold.

  The first two teams wore high hats, expressionless black-and-white paper ties, and with a wave of mourning clubs, it was the sound of Devil May Cry.

   Black impermanence, white impermanence, paper impermanence wins impermanence.

  "Papa......"

  Chen Feng applauded lightly, with strange light in his eyes, and his interest was scorching: "It's a good show, a good posture. It's just this scene. People who don't know think that the sedan chair is a coffin. Someone wants to be buried."

  Anyone can hear it, this is sarcasm.

The people in the sedan chair didn’t think they were angry, and the voice came out with a magnetic and lazy voice turning into a cold tone:

  "The same is the Yinyi Six Meridians, can the little brother sell Naiheqiao a thin noodle, put..."

  "Guess..." Before Zhazha's aunt Yue Shaohua finished speaking, she was interrupted by Chen Feng with a ridiculous tone.

  Chen Feng's voice turned cold, instead he asked: "Did you kill Lin Zhonghou?"

One of Yue Shaohua in the sedan chair suffocated, was silent for a long time, and replied: "The paper man kills, what is the matter with my aunt?"

  Playing with me Zhou Shuren’s stubborn things about Lu Xun...Chen Feng complained in his heart and said, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. Since you are here at this moment, you have already explained everything. I want to ask, Do you represent the Naihe Bridge or the papermaker."

  "A difference?"

  Yue Shaohua’s indifferent and calm tone made Chen Feng instantly understand the fact that it is different from the Yinyi Six Meridians and his five Meridian forces walking in the Yang Jian, the paper maker, at least the paper maker in the sedan chair in front of him, Naihe Bridge is not a affiliation, and its status is enough to influence the decision of Naihe Bridge.

  Thinking that a dragon was caught, but it was a dragon...Chen Feng was cautious...the underworld was in chaos, but Qiao Mingli at least declared neutrality, but the other party wanted to protect Fan Xiaoxi from the 18th prison squad. The status of Naihe Bridge, this neutrality, seems very non-neutral.

  "It makes no difference. In my opinion, they are all dishes in a bowl." Chen Feng was cautious in his heart, but his words were hard.

  It's just that there is a guy who is harder than him, which disrupted Chen Feng's steps to continue his probing.

  "There is so much shit."

  Xiao Sang’s impatient voice, from far to near.

  With a grass in his mouth, his hands clasped behind his head, he walked over boredly.

  "Resolved?" Chen Feng asked, but Xiao Sang ignored him.

  Chen Feng rubbed his temples and flicked the non-existent dust on his nails to cover up his embarrassment.

  "End early, go home early for dinner, hungry." Xiao Sang sighed in a low voice, patted his belly, and looked at the sedan, his eyes gradually turning cold.

  Xiao Sang's words "hungry" just fell, and a crescent moon fell from the sky at a speed across time and space.

  The knife passed without a trace, and the moon fell silent.

  Zao Xiaosang rushed to meet the quick knife Liu in one step, and his shot was a killer move.

  The knife-shaped falling moon was silent, and a sharp line flashed above the sedan, and then a straight light smoke that was not far from back and forth bounced up dust under the sedan.

  Fast, accurate and profitable.

  Quick knife Liu slashed on the sedan chair and landed under the sedan chair with a knife that was inaccessible to the naked eye.

  One hit is completed, and the sedan doesn’t move.

  It's not that Liu's knife is not sharp enough, and it's not that the sedan was not damaged.

   is that this knife is too fast.

  It’s almost too late to react.

  Xueyan.

  The sound of tearing and damaged prints came.

  The sedan chair collapsed on both sides, splitting into two...with the people inside.

  It’s weird.

  The halved Yue Shaohua, not blood-stained, was divided into two halves, left and right, scattered into pieces like pieces of paper peeling off the lacquered wood that had been in disrepair.

  "A good knife, a quick knife." From the pile of papers, there was a voice with magnetism and a cold tone of laziness.

  A beautiful and charming young woman with a natural sadness and sadness, but not the kind of pitiful and pitiful kind I see, "grown" out of the pile of paper.

  Looking at the looks of Yue Shaohua’s beautiful mature woman, the word “astounding” flashed through Chen Feng’s mind, and replaced by a famous celebrity saying-delicious but dumplings, fun...

  Sister-in-law Yue Shaohua just finished speaking.

  A knife.

  A paper knife.

   appeared abruptly in Liu Kuaidao’s chest less than an inch away.

  Sa Sa Sa...

  The light of the knife was rolled into a hood, and the shadow of the knife fell, and Liu quickly touched the little beard whose lips had been shaved off, in shock.

  "How fast is my knife?"

  "So-so."

  The person who asked the question was Yue Shaohua, and the person who spoke to him was Xiao Sang.

  His left eye is faintly blue, and his right eye is red.

  The Tai Chi mark of Yin and Yang double fire, rising from the bottom of Yue Shaohua's feet to the sky.

  The confetti flies, and the smell of burnt is enveloped in the sedan that is divided into two by the fire, and countless paper people with fire are thrown out in all directions.

  One-on-one vs. gang fights.

  The paper man with fire is like a soldier in fire armor, fighting with the soul of the soul.

  At this time, the four-phase savage ghost played a role in extinguishing the fire.

  It was full of cold and suffocating aura, and it poured out the burning paper man rushing towards the soul-saver into a scorched black paper man.

  The black and broken paper man did not lose combat effectiveness, but became extremely ferocious.

  Chen Feng also shot.

  One side of the Black Mountain Rock, falling from the sky with the pressure of Mount Tai.

  Linglong weighs the power of lifting a mountain, and it is filled with the mark of Tai Chi of double fire of yin and yang.

  Yue Shaohua snorted.

  The flying pieces of paper, like a tornado, changed their positions and condensed four identical Yue Shaohua in different directions.

  Quick Knife Falling Moon Slash, Vine Spikes, Shadow Kill.

  Almost when Yue Shaohua just condensed, Kuai Dao Liu, Xiao Sang, and Chen Feng had already completed the beheading.

  The three Yue Shaohua fell down, the pieces of paper collapsed, none of them were real.

  Skystrike...Chen Feng screamed inwardly, and the nine major acupoints all over his body were fully opened. He had a 900-year cultivation base. With the use of zombies, he cooperated with the skystrike and hit his back with all his strength.

  The shape of a mountain, the force of a mountain collapse.

  Yue Shaohua only felt an invisible mountain, coming under the pressure of a meteor hitting the ground.

  "The paper ties up and dances, but the bridge appears."

  Yue Shaohua gave a soft drink, and the gloomy sky became more gloomy.

  The rolling clouds, the muffled thunder began to appear.

  A bridge.

  A bridge that connects the sky and the earth, like the sky leading upwards, and the shadow of the underworld bridge below, ranging from blurry to light and dark.

   A rotten breath that didn't seem to belong to this world, gradually became richer.

  This breath shocked Chen Feng.

   He leaned against his back with a full blow, and at the moment he was about to touch Yue Shaohua, he turned his direction in a strange posture with a stiff clan.

  Rumbled loudly.

   leaned back against the ground.

  A meteorite collided with the ground and slid out of the end of the comet-like broom, narrowing tunnel, revealing Chen Feng's slightly embarrassed body.

  "Ant." Xiao Sang made a cut and retracted the vine buffered under Chen Feng, moving his contemptuous gaze from Chen Feng's position to the shadow bridge.

  "It's finally a bit interesting." Xiao Sangbai's bored expression slowly condensed a long-lost smile.

  Chen Feng saw Xiao Sang’s smile, but he was shocked.

  He brought guns, and roared in a very quick tone: "Retreat, retreat, the brother of the soul-guarding division will withdraw from the battlefield, it will be too late."

  Xiao Sang is going crazy...Chen Feng added in his heart, performing shadow kills in the deep pit, not for killing people, but at a speed similar to the jump, appearing next to the spirit calmer who is fighting with the paper man .

  In a hurry, he dragged his hands and kicked his feet, flipping the spirit calmers half-empty and dancing, and forcibly flung them off the battlefield.

  Sang is going crazy.

  This cold smile is familiar to Chen Feng.

   once appeared when she gave the incarnation of Zi Niang Niang in front of Fangcao Bookstore.

  Sure enough.

  Xiaosang's eyebrows, the mark of a small hibiscus tree, slowly emerged.

  His left eye is faintly blue, and his right eye is red. Starting from the center of his eyebrows, countless small hibiscus trees spread all over his body.

  There is nothing behind him, and a phantom tree of sacred tree rises from the ground.

  Void sacred tree, evolved into the Fusang body, reappearing the grand scene of the year, filled with golden crows, and connected into a sea of ​​flames with nothing but burning. The momentum alone makes people feel that it will burn the sky and the earth.

  Xiao Sang stretched out his hand, behind him, the world of Void Shenmu.

  A crimson arrow seemed to penetrate the void, stepped through the ages, traveled through time, and appeared in Xiao Sang's hands.

  He squeezed up the arrow and imaginary bow.

  The surrounding air was suffocated, and the endless heaven and earth energy was drawn into Xiao Sang's hands like a tornado absorbing water.

  The strength of the little Sang pulls the bow, taking everything away.

  A fierce fire bow drawn into a full moon emerges in the void.

  "Go."

  Xiao Sang said lightly, the shadow of the bridge was like a flower in the water, and the moon in the well was broken silently.

  Everything is like a dream bubble, fragmented.

  The power of annihilation.

  The ancient **** shoots the arrow of the sun, once again showing invincible power.

  In the originally thunderous weather, the sky turned dark with the sound of cold water pouring on coals, and the sun turned clear again.

  At this moment.

  Within Kyoto.

  Countless people have the illusion of seeing two suns.

  A static hung high in the sky.

  A tail of fire that drags and flickers.

  The second sun, trailing the tail of the fire, stayed for a short time, leaving only an afterimage in the pupil that was too late to see the truth.

  The afterimage that has disappeared, with a dynamic aftertaste, stays in the minds of everyone, and has not disappeared for a long time.

  Intersection.

  A mess.

  Chen is as big as a cow.

  's original calculation was based on self as bait, attracting Fan Xiaoxi, and then driving Fan Xiaoxi into a desperate situation, leading the papermaker behind the scenes, and then relying on himself and Kuaidao Liu as the main part, Xiao Sang as the auxiliary, and catching the papermaker alive.

  I don’t know, Yue Shaohua is not an ordinary papermaker, and he can actually motivate the Naihe Bridge to show its power in the sun.

  There are not many things that can arouse Xiao Sang's interest.

  But Naihe Bridge is definitely one of them.

  As a result, Xiao Sang itched and ran away.

  This time.

  Unlike Fangcaoshuwu.

  The means to isolate time and space was arranged in advance. It was not that there was no, but Chen Feng did not expect that Yue Shaohua did not talk about martial arts, but directly used the big tricks, and there was no time to arrange it.

  Chen Feng looked at the devastated surroundings.

  Some autistic and fell silent.

  Fan Xiaoxi is gone, Yue Shaohua is gone, and there are still six shadow zombie killers who have lost their combat power.

  Should be when Xiao Sang shot the bridge, he used some secret method to escape the scene.

  These are still secondary.

  The main thing is, after this battle.

  Sang is afraid that he has been exposed to the eyes of the Big Three in Kyoto.

  A little bit big...Chen Feng thought about it again, but then he thought, the Big Three, you can have a snack, don't mess with Xiao Sang, otherwise... hey! I'm afraid I will go to the Four Sacred Mountains to farm in advance.

  It is not the Big Three who are looking at Xiao Sang.

   is an existence in the Department of Soul Rehabilitation.

  Xiao Sang seemed to feel something, and there was a certain sound in his ears.

  "It's interesting." Xiao Sang cocked the corner of his mouth again, and the cold expression appeared again.

  Xiaosang’s expression made Chen Feng's heart be frightened, and Shadow Killer flashed to the side of Xiao Sang, hugged his raised right foot, and said, "Master, you are my uncle, can we go back."

  Xiao Sang's cold expression, he twitched without a trace, and a sly look flashed in his eyes.

  He patted Chen Feng on the head, and said in a condescending little adult's tone: "Okay, I'll talk to a kid, don't fight."

  Kids?

  Chen Feng looked at Xiao Sang up and down. As soon as a strange emotion emerged in his heart, he was shocked that his hands were empty-Xiao Sang disappeared in place.

  Chen Feng maintained the posture of hugging his legs, staring at the same place, not seeing any movement for a long time.

  It’s a long time.

   He pursed his lips and closed his mouth, and looked at the six shadow zombie killers who had temporarily lost their combat power. Unknowingly, Chen Feng’s eyes lit up with the symbol of money—throwing it to Xiaosan to show plum blossoms. Slave Yin, Tianji Pavilion has six more secret guards.

  Since Xiao Sang wants to chat with the children, let him go... Chen Feng thought... The melancholy little prince's credibility is still quite good, he said that if he doesn't fight, he probably won't fight... right.

  ……

  Xiaosang's figure appeared in the Beidou Branch of the Soul Suppression Division.

  He appeared, even Jin Fengwei couldn't detect it.

  Sang deliberately slowed down, looking at everything around him, his melancholy face turned out to be unhappy.

  Our ants are on duty in such a dusty environment... Xiao Sang evaluated it in his heart, tilted his head for a moment, and condensed a drop of emerald green solution from his fingertips and splashed on the ground.

  Like a detergent dripping on the oil layer, the long-lasting ruins and dust of Beidouke, that is, the haze that can make ordinary soul masters die strangely, disperses and recedes.

  Sang's unintentional actions can at least prevent the Beidouke Soul Masters from dying for no reason.

  The Soul Town Division shook slightly and let out an unnoticeable grunt.

  "Comfortable, haha." Xiao Sang flicked his fingers, and two drops of emerald green flicked out again. "It saves a little bit. It won't cure your old illness, but it can make you feel better."

  Done it all.

  Xiao Sang carried his hands on his back, with a relaxed expression, just like a big boss in a private visit of WeChat, pacing to the soul well that Chen Feng said he would lead the soul into.

  Beside the soul well.

  Six big tongues of color, no longer soft and listless, straight, like six javelins stuck on the ground.

  "Okay, don't do it, can I see it?" Xiao Sang made a cut, shook his head and muttered, "The end of the crossbow."

  The six big tongues were generally discouraged when they heard the words, they were pulled down softly and twisted together to form a soft ladder leading to the soul well.

  Xiao Sang climbed up the steps and walked into the soul well with his little hand on his back.

  The six big tongues jumped into the soul well.

  That soul well.

  The first time.

  At least since the establishment of the Zhenhun Division.

  The first time.

  Carefully closed for a quarter of an hour.

  Fusang Lingyun bestows beads, the six reincarnations are closed.

  I don’t know what the two talked.

  Anyway, after Xiao Sang returned to the small courtyard, his eyes were a little bit brighter.

  The melancholy eyes began to brighten.

  After Xiao Sang met the "children".

  I learned something, remembered something, guessed something.

  It seems that there is another pursuit in life.

  In Xiao Sang’s words, it’s:

   is kind of...meaning.