Song of Adolescence

Mu Ying's half charming woman's face smiled, but the half horrible man's face was full of anger: "Yes, I am a ghost with a thousand faces."

Xiao Se held the wine glass with a gloomy expression: "As a major disciple of Xueyue City, Tang Lian has seen him a lot in the rivers and lakes. It is not difficult for you to have his face easily. But Ye Ruoyi, there are not many people who know her. There are fewer people who know her face, how can you paint her like this?"

Mu Ying sneered: "You are wrong, mine is not a disguise technique. Every piece of my skin is peeled off a real person's face."

"What!" Lei Wujie was shocked, and suddenly pulled out the killing sword with his right hand and leaped forward.

"No!" Xiao Se hurriedly shouted.

But Lei Wujie had already pierced Mu Ying with a sword.

"This is the water-stopping sword technique taught by Xueyue Sword Immortal?" Mu Ying turned around abruptly, rushed out of her fingers, and instantly caught Lei Wujie's killing sword, "I am known as a thousand people with a thousand faces. Killing is always invisible, and there is very little opportunity to shoot. But just a sword that has just entered the Vajra realm cannot kill me."

"What about this gun?" Sikong Qianluo took a step and handed out a gun. The gun was domineering, and he abruptly split the dining table beside Mu Ying in half.

But Mu Ying was just a jump, stepping the gun on the ground with one foot. Sikong Qianluo was shocked, this kind of martial arts is almost as good as the Qiangxiang Changfeng!

Lei Wujie's sword couldn't be pulled back, and Sikong Qianluo's spear was also firmly pressed. The two men lifted up their true energy, but they couldn't move the weapon in their hands by half an inch. On the other hand, half of the woman's face of Namu Ying was smiling leisurely, and half of the man's face showed a fierce look.

"What's the matter?" Lei Wujie was already sweating on his back. During the time he stepped into the rivers and lakes, there was only one opponent who brought him absolute oppression, and that was Jian Xian Li Hanyi. Could it be that the killer known as the "Thousand Faced Ghost" in front of him has reached the realm of Sword Immortal?

Xiao Se stood up and frowned slightly: "Drunk?"

Mu Ying's two faces suddenly changed to the appearance of a middle-aged man with white eyebrows, showing a surprised expression: "You even know that you are drunk with your fingers?"

"Lei Wujie, Qianluo, don't use madness." Xiao Se said in a deep voice.

"You know I have a thousand faces, but you don't know that I am a master at using poison. Although you knocked over that glass of wine just now, my fingertips are drunk, as long as a drop on my skin can melt yours in an instant. Skill, but she didn't notice it." Mu Ying sneered.

"You seem too proud." Xiao Se clutched the wine glass in his hand.

Mu Ying nodded: "Because you are dying."

"But I didn't get drunk." Xiao Se took a step forward.

"Don't lie to me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Dark River's intelligence, you don't know martial arts." Mu Ying still held Lei Wujie's killing sword in one hand, and stepped on Sikong Qianluo's Silver Moon Spear with the other.

"You can try." Xiao Se stepped in front of Mu Ying with a purple light in her eyes.

Mu Ying was startled, her mind was in a trance, Xiao Se raised her foot and kicked Mu Ying out. But this foot was powerless, only letting his body lean back slightly. But this one was enough for Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo to withdraw their weapons.

"Retreat!" Xiao Se grabbed one in one hand and retreated to the door.

"Want to run?" Mu Ying steadied her body, and with a wave of her hand, he closed the doors and windows of the wine shop in an instant.

"Treasurer Xiao, I saw you also used this trick." Lei Wujie smiled.

Xiao Se glanced at him: "Shut up."

Sikong Qianluo looked around in a circle: "You still have the thought to say something else, how long does it take to get drunk in the blink of an eye? Without internal strength, we are not his opponents at all."

Mu Ying shook his head lightly, and put on a cute childish face, but the wicked smile added a little weirdness. He waved his hands gently, and a chill came out of his hands.

"This guy, there is a lot of martial arts in the evil sect." Lei Wujie held a sword and stopped in front of Xiao Se and Sagong Qianluo, "I will hold him, you go first."

"You can't hold him back, with your current internal strength, he can kill you with one palm." Xiao Se said.

"Don't underestimate our Leijiabao people, you go first, I can die with him." Lei Wujie suddenly inserted the killing sword on the ground, "I have the last killer move."

"Do you want to die?" Xiao Se raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't want to die, I still have a lot of places to go." Lei Wujie turned his head and smiled at Xiao Se, "I want to go to that overseas fairy mountain, the top of Kunlun. But if I can't go, then at least the two of us There is someone going. You run faster than me. I'll give you this opportunity." After speaking, Lei Wujie suddenly changed his hands and held the killing sword with one hand. Suddenly, the red dress flew up and his indignation skyrocketed.

"Stop." Xiao Se said lazily.

But Lei Wujie really stopped, because he knew that as long as Xiao Se spoke in such a lazy tone, then he must have thought of a way.

"Thousand-faced ghosts, your abacus is very good, but one thing is wrong. Although their internal strength is temporarily lost, my internal strength is still there." Xiao Se said slowly.

"Your internal strength?" Mu Ying sneered. "If you have internal strength, you won't be so weak just now. Even the ordinary martial artist is stronger than you. But your deceptive martial arts seems very special. If you are willing to teach me, then I will let you die faster, at least, leave you a whole skin."

"Lei Wujie, Qianluo, hold my hand." Xiao Se suddenly stretched out his hands and shouted. Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo looked at him, and saw that the bleak expressions, who were always lazy on weekdays, suddenly changed drastically, their eyes were biting, and their robes shook, and there was an indescribable aura coming. Although Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo were puzzled, they still stretched out their hands and firmly held Xiao Se.

At that moment, Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie simultaneously felt a steady flow of internal force from Xiaose’s palm to their hands. Both were shocked. The internal force was turbulent, even if it was divided into two. But it still exceeded their own internal strength a lot.

"Xiao Se, this is..." Sikong Qianluo said in shock.

"My hidden veins are damaged, and I can't use my internal strength. But my internal strength is still there. This is the circle of circulation that I learned from the unknown book given to me by the Confucian Sword Immortal. I will lend you my internal strength!" Xiao Se brows Slightly wrinkled, Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie felt that the internal force of the incoming physical strength skyrocketed again!

"Xiao Se, it turns out that you are really a master." Lei Wujie exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter if you are high or not, the important thing is to live." Xiao Se said.

Sikong Qianluo held Xiao Se with his left hand and waved his spear with his right hand, only to see that the gun was harsh, especially just now.

"Come on, didn't you say that you want to peel off my skin? Then come and have a try!" Xiao Se shouted.

Lei Wujie smiled and said, "It's the first time I hear you so energetic."

Mu Ying was stunned for a moment, and suddenly wiped his hands and wiped out his entire face, becoming a faceless man with no nose, no eyes, and no mouth, but the cold voice still remained: "Interesting."