Shen Gurong took out the scimitar he had snatched from the puppet with his backhand, and the fox ears on his head suddenly stood up.

Sang Luofu came close quickly. She was covered in blood, and it was unclear whether it was hers or someone else's. Even in this state, she still smiled and said respectfully: "The Holy Lord is still as clear as tomorrow."

Shen Gurong looked at her coldly: "I don't dare to take it seriously."

He looked at Sang Luofu carefully, and it was indeed as Xue Manzhuang said, there was a strange feeling all over her body, as if those beautiful features were all pieced together inch by inch.

Plus the beauty bone that San Luo Shiki mentioned before...

Shen Gurong shuddered without leaving any trace. Could it be that her body was made of the bones of other people's beauty?

And Sang Luofu had said before that he had the most beautiful bones in the world. Shen Gurong thought to herself that if she had not had any grudge against Shen Fengxue, she would most likely be coveting his bones.

Shen Gurong thought and silently clenched the knife in his hand.

San Luofu didn't know if he was injured during the fight with Qingyu. There were spider web-like cracks on that beautiful face, which divided the beautiful face into several pieces. What's even more strange is that the expressions on the separated faces were It's completely different.

Expressions of joy, anger, sadness, shock, fear, etc. appear on the same face, and a closer look can actually make people's hair stand on end in shock.

Shen Gurong was frightened and said in his heart: "Ah ah ah! This! This face! It's so scary and exciting! I must talk to the storyteller about this when I go back. The half-face makeup he said is too cliche. If you are a monster, you should wear ten faces of makeup!"

The corners of Shimianzhuang's lips were raised, but her left eye was weeping. She said softly: "The Holy Lord understands the righteousness well and has killed countless evil spirits in the three realms in the past hundred years. He can bear this praise."

Shen Gurongxin said praise, just praise him. You should take the knife back first and then talk.

Sang Luofu moved forward, and Shen Gurong held the knife tighter, his body tense, as if he was going to perform a Bagua serial fish knife style at any time.

San Luofu saw the knife held by his slender fingers, covered his lips and chuckled again, saying: "The holy king was punished by thunder and his body was sealed, and his spiritual veins were sealed. Now he is no different from a mortal. This knife is too sharp. You It’s better to let it go.”

Before she finished speaking, the bone knife in her hand turned white, split into ten pieces like a peacock spreading its tail, and shot towards Shen Gu Rong like a sharp arrow.

Shen Gurong's expression did not change, and he raised his hand holding the knife with his mind free. In the flash of lightning, the knife almost moved rapidly in his hand. With a few clang clangs, it actually hit San Luofu's bone knife one by one. open.

The last bone knife collided with Shen Gurong's tip, and with a sharp clang sound, everything turned into ashes and fell with a rustle.

"Oh?" San Luofu wasn't surprised either. He just smiled and said, "He is indeed the number one person in the Three Realms. He can catch my sword even without spiritual power."

Shen Gurong had no expression on his face and thought to himself: "He is indeed the number one person in the Three Realms! He can catch her knife even without his spiritual power!"

Shen Gurong casually held a sword in his hand, glanced at Sang Luofu lightly, and said: "That water ghost deserves it. If I don't kill him, I will die. Miss Sang, you understand the principle of the jungle in the three realms. Bar."

His original intention was to use his sharp tongue to coax San Luo into applying a meal - although he knew it would be useless, at least it was much better than waiting to die. After all, San Luo applied those bone knives just now. She didn't use her spiritual power. If she really got violent, she might not be able to eat and carry around.

He was thinking about what reason would be better to say, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, San Luofu's expression suddenly changed.

Her split face instantly unified into one look.

It was the fear, disbelief, and gradually brewing madness when hearing the bad news.

Shen Gurong looked at her strangely, not understanding what was wrong with her.

"You..." Shen Gurong heard her say in a hoarse voice, "You killed him?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Daqing Sang Luo Fu doesn’t know about this yet?!

Shen Gurong dug his own grave and handed his enemy a shovel to bury dirt on top.

Shen Gurong smiled bitterly and said without any hope: "Can you forget what I just said?"

San Luofu was on the verge of collapse. She held the bone knife tightly, and her usual ease had been defeated. She murmured: "You killed him? You actually killed him?"

All she could do was repeat this sentence back and forth, and the bone knife was almost crushed to pieces by her slender fingers.

When Shen Gurong heard her breathing getting heavier and heavier, he knew something was going to happen. He instinctively took a half step back, but this seemed to be a signal for San Luofu to explode. The next moment, there was a muffled sound in Shen Gurong's ears, as if something The heavy object flew through the air.

His pupils shrank and he tilted his head slightly, just in time to see a lock of cut white hair falling to the ground, with the ends of the hair twisted into a circle.

Shen Gurong: "..."

At this time, San Luo Shi had completely ignored any beauty. The cracks she had forced down all exploded, and even her whole body seemed to be twisted, with snow-white bones growing out like sharp blades. Gen attacks Shen Gurong.

Just now, she probably missed the mark because of her anger, so she brushed against Shen Gurong's ear and cut off a lock of hair.

This was supposed to be a fatal situation, but for some reason, Shen Gurong felt so weird that he didn't even have the slightest fear in his heart.

He looked at San Luofu's strange body and thought coldly: "It's really ugly."

Is the beauty of the skin that the world pursues just this kind of... haphazardly pieced together ghost-painted skin?

The familiar sharp sound sounded again. According to Shen Gurong's eyesight, he couldn't catch the bone knife flying like a sharp arrow. He could only rely on the sound to accidentally lift it and slash it with his hand.

In one moment, he accidentally blocked a bone knife, but when he forced himself to take half a step back, the knife in his hand shattered into pieces and fell directly to the ground, leaving only the handle.

Shen Gurong: "..."

When the second bone knife struck again, Shen Gurong had no choice but to raise his hand to catch it. But when he just raised his hand, the black beads he had been wearing on his wrist suddenly flashed with blood, and a ghostly shadow appeared. He appeared in an instant, opened his mouth and pounced, directly holding the menacing bone knife in his mouth.

Shen Gurong suddenly frowned, and when he turned his head to look, the beads on his wrist that Xiwu gave him had disappeared, leaving only a red rope chasing a golden bell tied around his white wrist.

Evening fog?

Shen Gurong took a closer look and saw that the figure in front of him turned out to be a black snake with thick arms.

The black snake opened and closed its mouth, biting the hard bone knife into pieces, chewing it and swallowing it into its belly.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Is this, is this really what Yugiri did? Just that weak woman who pitifully calls her brother?

This time, Shen Gurong really felt that Xiwu and his biological sister Shen Xiwu were not the same person at all, no matter how similar they looked, they were still different.

Sang Luofu's face was ferocious: "Shen Fengxue! You deserve to die!"

There was no fluctuation in Shen Gurong's heart. In the past hundred years, Shen Fengxue had killed countless evil cultivators, and there were also countless people who hated him and loved him. People like him who were as quiet as the moon would never do it. To be touched by anyone's tongue.

His union should be like the bright moon in the sky, untouched by fireworks.

Except for the pastoral banishment.

Shen Gurong's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he suddenly figured out something. Even if San Luo was lying in front of him, who could kill him, he didn't care, and directly took out the little puppet in his arms, wishing he could do it again. The eight pairs of eyes could clearly see the puppet's facial features.

But the more I looked at him, the more my hands shook, and my heart beat more and more crazily.

The facial features of the little puppet seemed to be those of Mu Ban when he grew up.

His hands softened and he almost lost his grip on the puppet, and among the lightning and flints, countless snow-white bones showered towards him like flowers. The black snake was not able to block it for a moment, and screamed sharply at him.

That was the scream of a fierce ghost.

Shen Gurong looked up and saw several bone knives chopping off his head.

At that moment, Shen Gurong was still thinking, why on earth did Lin Shuhe carve a puppet similar to Mu Ban's for him?

In an instant, there was a sharp sound and a trail of blood suddenly fell in front of Shen Gurong, and then Lin Shuhe's voice sounded from behind him.

"Eleven, senior brother, is it too late?"

Shen Gurong turned back in shock.

Lin Shuhe casually held a sword exactly like the one in Shen Gurong's hand. The blade passed through Shen Gurong's side and blocked him in front of him. The sword had blood marks on it, killing countless fatal ones for him. The bone knife suddenly bounced away.

Due to the collision of the bone knife, the blood on his blade was broken open and spilled on the ground, and a fishy smell hit his face.

Lin Shuhe stood behind him, and the strong smell of medicine and blood mixed together, making Shen Gurong almost vomit.

His face turned pale and he said, "Senior brother."

Lin Shuhe's hand holding the knife almost fell. It seemed that he couldn't hold it anymore in the next second, but he still held it firmly. The oncoming bone knife seemed to be nothing to him, even the sky. Even the falling rain is not as good as that.

The broken knife in Shen Gurong's hand had recovered without knowing when, and it was still showing spots of cracks.

Lin Shuhe said softly: "This is senior brother's natal spiritual weapon, you must make good use of it."

Shen Gurong: "..."

A natal spiritual weapon? A natal spiritual weapon that breaks so easily?

But that's right, this spiritual weapon, like Lin Shu and this person, looks very fragile, but it can be healed by Shen Fengxue's heavenly chance.

Seeing Lin Shuhe arrive, Shen Gurong felt inexplicably relieved. He tilted his head and asked, "Whose blood is on you?"

Lin Shuhe smiled and said, "Guess."

Shen Gurong looked at the direction he came from, which was the ruined temple he had just escaped from.

Shen Gurong suddenly fell silent.

Lin Shuhe raised his hand and gently touched Shen Gurong's fox ears, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a soft smile appeared on his pale face.

"Eleven, your fox ears are really nice." Lin Shuhe said softly, "But I know you don't like it, so I will simply kill everyone who has seen your posture."

Shen Gurong: "..."

He suddenly understood...why Shen Fengxue had the word "cold-blooded and ruthless" in his memory about the sick Lin Shuhe.

Lin Shuhe raised his hand and pushed Shen Gurong behind him, and said calmly: "Stay away, be careful of blood splashing on you."

Before Shen Gurong had time to react, he felt that the body of his sixth senior brother, who was shaking for a long time even after taking three steps, was like a strong wind, suddenly rushing towards Sang Luofu, whose body was covered with bones.

In just a moment, his long and thin fingers directly inserted into San Luofu's chest, and blue blood instantly poured out.

San Luofu screamed ferociously, her face covered with tears. She froze and looked at the man who appeared in front of her like a ghost.
To be continued...