"Brother!" Xue Lan and Nian Jinshu spoke in unison.

Xue Lan fantasizes arrows and Nian Junyao opens the way. He lands straight before Nian Jinshu and Yan return. Bai Ling then arrives. Nian Junyao turns around and asks Jinshu, "Is it okay?"

"I'm fine!"

"Brother, I'm fine!" Xue Lan showed her presence on the roof of the inn. Nian Junyao smiled, "Well, I'm in good spirits."

The sound of ghost beasts was not allowed to chat. Wherever Nian Jun Yao's sword energy went, the evil ghosts were shattered.

Nian Junyao flew up, his sword came out of his hand, and he turned around the evil ghosts, instantly killing more than a dozen evil ghosts.

Xue Lan yelled without thinking, "Brother is so awesome!"

Everyone, "..."

The ghost beast avoided the sword energy of Chang Suzuki. Nian Junyao's spiritual power was strong and he was not injured. He and Bai Ling could withstand the attack of the ghost, giving Yan Hui and Nian Jinshu a time to breathe.

"Yan Hui..." Nian Jinshu was distracted and held Yan Hui with one hand. His heart was like a knife cut. It was really a wave that had not yet subsided. He was exhausted in the illusion and had not recovered yet, so he wanted to protect them again.

"I can hold on!" Yan turned her fingers and rubbed the tip of her nose, "Don't worry."

The sound of ghosts and beasts flutes became more and more urgent, and the power of the ghost was strengthened. Even if Changsu and Jinghongying were the gods of the world, the ghost was endless. Chu Yingge said, "Young Master Xiao, let's run away first."

This scene is too tragic and cannot be resisted by humans.

Xiao Changfeng was also hesitant and shouted, "Jinshu, run!"

Nian Jinshu didn't give him a single look.

Xue Lan, “Get out!”

Who are you? Xiao Jinshu wants to listen to you!

Nian Junyao spread the word of Sugar Sutra, and his spiritual power was fully opened. Sugar Sutra turned into countless sword lights and attacked the evil ghosts. But one group fell, and another group came. The sound of the flute of the ghost beast gradually overwhelmed the sound of Fengqi Wutong's piano.

The geese returned to the long sword and cut off a ghost attacking Nian Jinshu.

However, Nian Jinshu's Fangfei always protected the geese back to the right to prevent the evil ghost from sneak attacking.

All Feng Liangzheng's spiritual power was poured into Fengqi Wutong, and his face turned pale. Suddenly, a mischievous god played the strings of the piano and struck a scar. A drop of blood dripped on Fengqi Wutong.

The piano sound stopped suddenly!

Without the suppression of Fengqi Wutong's piano sound, the sound of the ghost beast's flute was unscrupulous, the evil ghost became even more violent, and the scene could hardly be controlled. Nian Junyao turned around, "Alan, take Jinshu and Liang Zheng away!"

Xue Lan flew down and was about to take people away, but Feng Liangzheng hated again why she was a useless person and could only sit in a wheelchair and couldn't move.

"Master, don't be sad, the coin is here!" A figure flew out of the guqin, with white ink hair and a flowery face. She gently hugged Feng Liangzheng. Feng Liangzheng could smell a little...the fragrance of flowers.

Yuaner!

Yuan'er smiled sweetly, with her slender fingers hooked, Fengqi's sycamore flying up, Yuan'er turned around and sat on Fengliangzheng's legs. The song of Fengliangzheng's unskilled song sounded again, the sound was like crying and complaining, the sound was sharp and domineering, and the demonic energy gradually floated out of the long piano, gathering into a force, flying towards the ghost beast!

"Wow, it's worthy of being Fengqi Wutong, who can passively protect his master." Xue Lan exclaimed.

Nangong Qi, "So amazing!"

In the eyes of everyone, Feng Liangzheng was not played, but Fengqi Wutong's strings fluctuated and powerful.

Feng Liangzheng smelled a scent of flowers in the blood.

Floral fragrance?
Chapter completed!