My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 252

Such a back and forth attack, at the time of desperation, Lan Ji's body suddenly burst, and a bloody light rushed into Lan Ji's body, and then, under Wen Changlang's eyes, the whole person became bloody, as if fished out of a pool of blood the same.

Blood-colored eyes, blood-colored hair, and blood-colored nails, inlaid on the gray and white complexion, a crazy and morbid beauty, dripping and thoroughly placed in front of Wen Changlang.

"what!"

With a deep shout, the barrier set up by Wen Changlang shattered instantly. Wen Changlang quickly blocked the attack, then turned around and moved to Lianyi's side, and said solemnly:

"The black hand behind it finally came out. It just looks like it's very difficult to deal with."

Lian Yi looked straight into those blood-colored eyes, and suddenly stretched out a pair of pitch-black hands from those eyes, as if to drag her in, causing her to tremble and break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that she didn't return to him, Wen Changlang turned his head to look at her, but unexpectedly met Lian Yi's pale face that was almost transparent.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me?"

Wen Changlang's voice pierced Lian Yi's increasingly cloudy eyes, and Lian Yi finally woke up. She looked up at Wen Changlang, her tone slightly restrained, and she said in a deep voice:

"Her eyes are weird, don't look into her eyes."

Wen Changlang nodded in response, and then he was fully alert, staring at the completely bloody person in front of him.

Lan Ji turned around strangely, and then said with a male voice with a jerk smile:

"Hahaha, it seems that the Yin Yang shop has fallen, and now there is such a weak human being."

The tearing laughter was hoarse and broken, and it was very uncomfortable to hear in the ears. Wen Changlang frowned, and his voice was cold:

"It's more than enough to force you out of your lair, although it's weak, but it's more than enough to kill you."

"Hahaha, kill me! Is Huangkou child so rampant?"

Lan Ji opened his hands, raised his head, and then the thick black air that was blood-colored rolled, carrying a huge breath of destruction, and drowned towards Wen Long Corridor and Lian Yi.

Wen Changlang resisted with all his strength and melted his blood, but he was blown out and fell to the ground. The huge impact made him cough up blood and his internal organs kept stirring, which made him feel relieved for a long time Only then can you adjust your own breath.

Lian Yi was not much better, although she was injured, she landed steadily.

Wen Changlang's face was wrinkled into pockmarks, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to her:

"Pull me, I can't get up."

Before Lian Yi left, Shang Yanzhou, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly appeared and pulled Wen Changlang up. Wen Run's face was full of worry:

"If you can't fight, retreat, don't be brave!"

Wen Changlang smiled, but he didn't know that what he was showing was a mouthful of blood, which made him look even more embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I'm not so weak."

After Wen Changlang stood still, he resolutely broke away from Shang Yanzhou's clinging hands, and his body rose into the air. The night suddenly rolled and surged, and the surrounding spiritual power soared. The long sword slowly took shape.

The body of the sword is wrapped with complex red lines, and the tip of the sword is cold, pointing directly at Lan Ji.

The sword of the spirit, the meaning of judgment, with the breath of destroying the world, can cut the two worlds of yin and yang with the sword, sweeping away invincible.

The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity: "The Wen family who don't have psychic eyes use the sword of the spirit to deal with me? Ha ha, irony!"

Lan Ji opened her blood-red eyes, quickly formed complex gestures with her hands, a huge formation formed under her feet, and then the sky began to snow, but the snow was bloody red.

There were red snows and blood rain.