In the rush, the night feathers had to pierce the soul-splitting blade and forced the middle-aged man's iron palm.

As before, the fangs knife seemed to be spiritual. After flying out, it turned a corner and once again smashed into a night feather from a smashing angle.

This knife even forced the night feathers out of the limbs, and the limbs waved the soul-splitting blade to pick the ghost knife.

The price paid by the night feathers is that the limbs are broken, and the soul-eating blade is also inserted obliquely on the ground.

Even so, the night feathers only resolved the crisis, and did not get a little cheaper from the middle-aged.

Once again, the purple shadow flashed, and the night feathers escaped a little more than a dozen meters, and glanced at the soul-splitting blade. The night feathers suddenly raised their hands and a huge suction came out.

Boom!

The middle-aged people reacted very quickly, and the night feathers raised their hands. The middle-aged people noticed what the night feathers would do. They directly smashed a group of spiritual powers on the soul-splitting edge, and suddenly the soul-splitting blade was smashed to the side. .

"You can't see it, you are still a refining pharmacist." The middle-aged man looked at the night feathers and his face was full of coldness.

"I know that I am a refining pharmacist who dares to hit my mind. You are not afraid of those who owe me humanity to chase you." The night feathers sounded cold.

"Hunting?" The middle-aged man hangs his confident smile and screams: "There is no smoke here. I killed you and destroyed the dead. Who knows?"

"You are so confident that you can kill me?" The night of Yu Yu's mouth suddenly raised a smile, seems to find a way to cope, one foot suddenly slammed the ground.

The night feathers seem to use all the strength, the whole valley is a shock, suddenly a lot of dust rises, drowning the shadow of the night feathers.

"I thought that my ghost knife could not find you? Innocent!"

The middle-aged man is exposed to the face, and his mental strength is firmly locked in the night feathers. With a wave of his arms, the whole person shoots the night feathers like a string of arrows.

Whizzing!

Feeling the sound of the air in front of me, the night feathers changed his face, and it is obvious that the reaction of middle-aged people is somewhat unexpected.

Once again, the purple shadow flashed more than ten meters, and the night feathers did not hesitate, before a rushing thunder punched to the front.

boom! A rough big hand blocked the fist of the night feather, and the silky electric light on the thunder punch did not cause any harm to the middle-aged man, and it dissipated directly in his palm.

"On this point, you still die!" The middle-aged man's arm was so powerful that his arm slammed directly into the head of the night feather.

The middle-aged man's arm brought a burst of sound in the air, and the night-time scorpion eardrum of the stunned spirits hurts.

The night feathers twitched, the heart was dark, and the snake!

Suddenly, the upper body leaned back, and the strong man's palm rubbed the nose of the night feathers across the tip of the nose, but within a few minutes, but could not cause any substantial damage to the night feathers.

When the middle-aged man retracted his arm, the night feathers attacked and attacked, and the first shot hit the thunder and hit the shoulders of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was unprepared, and did not expect that the attack of the night feathers would be so fast! In the middle, the night feathers slammed out five meters away, and the eyes were full of surprises!

Of course, he was not surprised by the night feathers, but his ghost knife!

When I just pulled out my arm, I clearly controlled the ghost knife from the back and attacked the night feathers. How did the woman not hide, but stood in the same place and attacked herself?

The night feathers looked at the middle-aged man, and a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

The middle-aged man glanced at the air, and the little heart slammed it!

His ghost knife was not lost, still in the air, the tip of the knife facing the back of the night feathers, a pair of wanting to stab, just...

The handle of the ghost knife was caught by a fiery red figure, and the bird was holding his ghost knife and darting upward.