My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 91
One by one, the evil spirits piled up into a hill, and it was not clear how many there were.

Their original semi-illusory soul bodies now seem to have condensed into substance, piled up layer upon layer, leaving only the torso and limbs, drooping lifelessly.

The head was gone.

On the top of the mountain, Fan Wensheng stood there with a pale face. He lost his arms and bit a ghost-headed sword with his sharp fangs.

There is a ferocious ghost head carved on the handle of this knife, with long horns on the head and blue-faced fangs. It is lifelike and daunting.

The blade is three feet seven inches long, heavy in weight, thick in the back and wide in the face, straight in the main body, with the top suddenly cut obliquely, shining with a sharp cold light, as if it can cut gold and jade, and iron like mud.

Of course, it is also excellent for beheading.

The last level 8 evil ghost climbed up the hill with a numb expression and knelt in front of Fan Wensheng.

Fan Wensheng clenched the handle of the knife tightly, bent his back, and began to stab the opponent's ghost's head one after another.

Maybe it's because he doesn't have a good hand to make a slashing movement, or it's because such a soft knife can cut flesh more cruelly, which is a necessary condition for achieving some terrible ritual.

The three of Mo Ming saw such a weird and frightening picture scroll of hell.

The rustling sound of the tip of the knife entering the body was slight and fine, but it seemed to be able to penetrate the brain from the ear, cutting the soul bit by bit, making them feel unbearable stinging pain.

After the head was cut into pieces, it turned into dots of black light and merged into the ghost head on the handle. It became more and more black and shiny, exuding a terrifying aura.

The headless ghost fell limply and became one of the ghosts below who died in a terrible way.

Only then did Fan Wensheng raise his head, and looked down at them, his eyes were cold, without any emotion, not even the feeling of a ghost, as if it was a real dead thing.

Mo Ming was startled, is this Fan Wensheng holding the knife, or is the knife controlling Fan Wensheng?

Then, I saw Fan Wensheng biting the big knife and slashing down suddenly, his body fell straight down, and the tip of the knife burst into a dazzling black light.

The entire ghost mountain was split in half from the middle in an instant, and the broken limbs were smashed to pieces by a sharp force, turning into black spots and pouring into the blade.

The Ghost Head Knife fell from a high place and slashed heavily into the hard marble ground. The hell scene just now was engraved on it. Hundreds of ghosts died tragically. It was extremely terrifying!
The place was dead silent.

At this point, the entire spacious hall on the first floor, except for Fan Wensheng, was deserted and empty.

Both Mo Zixiu and Xiao Qiyan couldn't help being frightened, subconsciously took a few steps back, trying to stay away from the dangerous knife.

Mo Ming regretted it very much, and felt his heart was bleeding, this is a small mountain of gold coins, all of which were fed to this broken knife.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, do you know it, oh, I don't have parents, so it's okay... no wonder!
Mo Ming waved his hand and shot out a yellow talisman, and the red talisman lit up.

"Suppress evil!"

Fan Wensheng used to avoid the evil spirit talisman and was afraid of it. His instinctive fear did not waver now. He bit the handle of the ghost's head knife and slashed out lightly.

There was a flash of black light on the tip of the knife, as if a hundred ghosts were screaming.

The evil-suppressing talisman was actually torn from it, turning into pieces of paper and falling powerlessly. Immediately, it burned automatically, with sparks flying everywhere.

Mo Ming's heart sank slightly, one Suppressing Evil Talisman won't work, what about ten or hundreds?He didn't believe that this evil knife could completely escape the suppression of the evil spirit talisman!

[Hint: Kill Fan Wensheng as soon as possible to get an attack weapon. 】

[Reminder: This knife has been tempered by hundreds of ghosts, and already possesses the power of a middle-grade magic weapon, but it has not yet drunk the blood of a living person, and has not fully awakened to open the blade. Please be careful not to be injured by it! 】

Middle grade magic weapon!

Mo Ming's eyes brightened, and he immediately told behind him: "Mo Zixiu, don't go forward, just close guard Xiao Qiyan; Xiao Qiyan, you have to provide me with long-range fire support at the critical moment to attract the opponent's attention, and the rest Leave it to me to deal with."

"Yes!" The two agreed in unison, and they were all in high spirits in an instant.

They knew that this battle was crucial and extremely dangerous. Mo Ming, who always liked to fight alone, arranged the mission so carefully and asked for help.

Mo Ming stretched out his hands and took out ten evil-suppressing talismans. Then he kicked the ground with his feet and shot them out fiercely.

"Suppress evil!"

"Suppress evil!"

……

One after another, Mo Ming shot out evil spirit talismans one after another. At the same time, he was constantly changing positions, rushing towards Fan Wensheng in a serpentine shape.

Fan Wensheng bit the ghost knife and kept smashing the talismans, while his eyeballs followed Mo Ming.

But gradually, he felt strenuous.

These broken evil-suppressing talismans were not completely useless. More and more sparks from their fragments gathered around them, slowly gaining an awe-inspiring power and suppressing Fan Wensheng.

Finally, Mo Ming circled behind Fan Wensheng and approached quickly, but the opponent failed to turn in time.

He took the opportunity to punch heavily, the sharp edge of the Exploding Fist tore through the air, and smashed into the back of Fan Wensheng's head with the momentum of a one-hit kill.

"Brother Ming is going to win!" Xiao Qiyan shouted excitedly.

"No, look at that knife, it moved by itself!" Mo Zixiu said in shock.

At this time, the ghost head on the handle of the knife suddenly lit up, and the sharp edge of the knife was so strong that it forcibly turned Fan Wensheng's head 180 degrees and pointed it at Mo Ming.

The blade cut across a semi-circular arc, cutting towards Mo Ming's fist.

This knife can cut his hand directly and suck all his blood!

"Brother Ming!" Xiao Qiyan roared, raised the big fireball in his hand and threw it at Fan Wensheng, hoping to distract him.

However, it's too late.

Swish!
The sharp blade split the air in half.

But Mo Mingren was gone, disappeared out of thin air, so that the atmosphere stagnated, inexplicably awkward and weird.

Guitou Dao lost the vivid target of Mo Ming, so it could only turn 180 degrees again, cut open the big burning fireball with one knife, and countless flames splashed everywhere, like a magnificent rain of fire.

Fan Wensheng's grimace made a full circle and returned to its original position, as if twisted, his facial expression could not help but twisted in pain, making him look even more horrifying.

A pair of vicious and hateful ghost eyes stared at the two people in front of them.

Mo Zixiu and Xiao Qiyan hadn't had time to celebrate that Mo Ming escaped with some secret method, when they found that the darkness suddenly surged, and the positions of their feet changed, and they appeared directly in front of each other.

Fan Wensheng tightened his grip on the ghost head knife and stabbed Xiao Qiyan hard.

Mo Zixiu quickly concentrated his strength and swung his sword to resist. Unexpectedly, the moment the long sword touched the tip of the knife, it would break into two halves, and the delay was only momentary.

The next moment, the tip of the knife was about to pierce Xiao Qiyan's throat, and the breath of death rushed towards his face, both of them were shocked at the same time.

Mo Ming's figure suddenly appeared, he punched Fan Wensheng's ghost head with his fist, and quickly grabbed the handle of the knife with his other hand.

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