My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Fuck this kid to death!"

"It's dead, it's dead!"

"..."

"Whoosh whoosh."

Dozens of figures jumped off the roof one after another.

Nan Chen struggled to get up from the ground.

Covered in blood.

Looking at the monsters around him, he knew that he had done his best.

I have reached my limit.

The situation is critical now, if he hadn't used the power of the fierce fox, he would have died.

Compared with demonization, the consequences of dying are more serious.

Therefore, Nan Chen decided to use the power of the fierce fox.

In an instant, he looked at Ten Fox Sword.

He wanted to let his own blood stain the blade.

In this way, the Ten Fierce Foxes and Senior Sword Spirit can be awakened.

Nan Chen held a long sword, looked at these Fusang Onmyojis, and cursed:

"You Fusang dogs, wait to die!"

After finishing speaking, Nan Chen wanted to use the sword, but it was stained with his own blood.

However, at this juncture.

Suddenly, bursts of Fusang spells resounded among the crowd.

The moment the spell sounded.

Nan Chen only felt a chill all over his body, as if a certain breath had locked himself in.

The next moment, all the joints in his body seemed to be frozen.

He actually couldn't move.

Nan Chen was shocked.

What, what's going on here?

Affected by the Fusang witchcraft?

Because Nanchen was immobilized, the Yin-Yang orb floating above Uncle Jiu's head on the other side also fell to the ground.

That oppressive force disappeared.

Uncle Jiu didn't know what was going on, so he looked back at where Nan Chen was.

It was found that the roof was already deserted.

He had a premonition that Nanchen was in danger.

If you want to save, at least take a look.

But he found that he couldn't escape at all now.

Without the suppression of the Yin-Yang Orb, Hua Muzi became more fierce.

The ninth uncle who was directly crushed and suppressed can only let go passively...

Nan Chen here.

"Hehehe, yoxi, the sacrifice technique has succeeded..."

A discordant voice sounded in the crowd.

"Nishida-kun, you are too slow!"

"Hahaha, now he is dead!"

"Suoga, Xitian-kun's sacrificial technique is really remarkable!"

"..."

These Fusang Onmyoujis stopped attacking one after another.

All of them looked at a young man in the crowd with joyful faces.

This guy is holding a rag doll in his hand.

The doll was stained with blood.

That blood was the blood that Nan Chen shed when he was fighting.

It was collected by this guy, and then performed such a sacrifice on Nan Chen.

Nan Chen tried to struggle several times, but found that his whole body was stiff, as if frozen, unable to move at all.