Chapter 1550 Nightmare

The flames that shot up into the sky burned the entire yard to ashes.

Shangguan Xiaomao and her mother prepared to drag a dozen strong men out of the yard.

The mother and mother were naturally grateful.

But they never thought that the reason these strong men did good deeds was to have an affair with their mother.

Shangguan Xiaomao gritted her teeth, and endless anger seemed to replace blood and flow in her veins.

At this moment, a terrifying voice sounded, like a ghost.

"Kill them!"

Shangguan Xiaomao only felt pain in her forehead.

A beautiful butterfly floated from her forehead.

Shangguan Xiaomao subconsciously stretched out her hand and caught the beautiful butterfly.

However, as soon as the butterfly reached her palm, it instantly turned into a long sword.

When the big men saw the long sword in her hand, they immediately stepped back vigilantly.

"What kind of magic is this!"

Shangguan Xiaomao smiled coldly.

"The method of killing!"

As soon as the voice fell, the blood-red killing sword in Shangguan Xiaomao's hand disappeared instantly.

As it gradually disappeared, a flash of lightning seemed to pass through the sky, illuminating the crowd.

The rude strong man, the crowd of onlookers, and the weak mother.

Everyone present seemed to be still.

A hint of weirdness immediately appeared in the atmosphere.

Suddenly, the picture was like a photo cut by scissors.

Click!

The upper and lower halves separated instantly.

Puff~ Wow! !

The smell of blood instantly filled the entire space.

A scream suddenly came from a distance.

"Oh my God! Someone killed someone!"

"Witch! This witch killed someone! Run!"

Shangguan Xiaomao closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

Countless terrified howls, accompanied by hideous and frightened faces under the blazing fire.

Shangguan Xiaomao carefully experienced the feeling of breathing smoothly after killing someone. This was a pleasure of revenge.

Just when she was about to collapse, she suddenly felt as if someone was watching her.

Shangguan Xiaomao's heart suddenly tightened.

Her closed eyes moved slightly, but she did not make any more intense moves.

She was waiting, waiting for the guy who was watching her to show his true colors.

In the blazing fire, a terrifying face like a devil flashed by.

A pair of vicious eyes emitted a sharp light, like a steel spike, shooting straight at the back of Shangguan Xiaomao.

However, at this time, Shangguan Xiaomao laughed.

"Puff! I found you!"

Swish!

Her figure suddenly jumped up and disappeared in the fire in an instant.

Hmm?

A strange sound came from the air.

The next moment, Shangguan Xiaomao's body suddenly appeared behind the fire.

"Xuanyuan Sword Technique·Sword Wind Cliff!"

Shangguan Xiaomao swung the killing long sword in his hand.

The thin body suddenly turned into countless afterimages.

The long sword passed tens of thousands of times in just one second!

The sword light danced, interweaving into a large net in front of her.

The gust of wind instantly danced with the sword blade.

The blood-colored edge was like a cliff, crashing into the fire.

Aww! !

The roar of the monster was heard in the terrifying night.

The sky collapsed instantly!

Shangguan Xiaomao sneered.

"Want to take this opportunity to provoke my killing heart? Dream on!"

Shangguan Xiaomao's heart had already been tempered millions of times in the ancient battlefield.

Not to mention the emperor-level illusion, even if the gods came down to earth, it would be difficult to change her firm will!

Wanting to use illusions such as inner demons and nightmares to deal with Shangguan Xiaomao is nothing but a fool's dream.

At this moment, a ghostly monster slowly rose from the flames.

The whole body of this monster was like a dark cloud, with a pair of blood-red eyes on its head.

Hiss!

The monster suddenly opened its mouth.

"It's useless! Although I can't provoke your inner demon, you can't escape from my nightmare at all!"

"As long as I hold you in the dream for one second, you can't move for one second in reality."

"Hahaha! I'm about to die, do you have any last words to say?"

Shangguan Xiaomao's agar-like nose tip twitched slightly, and he snorted softly.

"Hmph! Do you think I can't move as long as you trap me in the illusion?"

The monster in the dark cloud was speechless.

"What do you mean by that?"

Shangguan Xiaomao sneered.

"What do you mean? Watch this!"

At the same time.

On the dilapidated streets of Washington, a nightmare with a body like a dark fog occupied the way ahead of Shangguan Fanxing and the others, followed by the blond **man.

The killing will in Fanxing's body was raging and condensed into a dragon-slaying arrow, which was pointed in front of the nightmare.

The sharp claws of the nightmare were like a sharp knife, pressing on Shangguan Xiaomao's forehead.

And Shangguan Xiaomao stood on the shoulder of the bloody demon with a dull face, and had no reaction to everything around him.

Although Shangguan Fanxing also grasped the weakness of the nightmare, no matter how you look at it, it seems that the nightmare has the advantage.

The three people confronted each other, and Shangguan Fanxing was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe.

The streets were blowing sand and wind, and many Trump people ran out of the shelter after the disaster, but they encountered such a scene as soon as they went out.

Everyone felt a drop of cold sweat on their backs.

They suddenly wanted to retreat back to the shelter.

At this moment.

"Huh?"

The blond man suddenly showed a puzzled look on his face.

"What's going on? This is impossible!"

As soon as the words fell, a fierce look suddenly burst out from Shangguan Xiaomao's eyes.

The Nightmare attacked immediately.

The sharp claws stabbed Shangguan Xiaomao's forehead.

But it was too late.

"Xuanyuan Sword Technique·Sword Wind Cliff!"

A cry, but mixed with toughness and coldness.

It was like the moon as cold as a knife on Halloween.

In the stunned eyes of the Trump people.

The giant in the middle of the street suddenly exploded, and his strong body instantly turned into thousands of afterimages.

The Trump people were dumbfounded.

Is this the Yanhuang martial arts?

Why does it look so much like our medieval knights slashing?

Is this the legendary learning from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians?

But these arrogant and simple people didn't think of it at all.

If everyone can learn and understand the mysterious Xuanyuan Sword Technique, then wouldn't everyone in the world be able to reach the master level?

There is so much leverage in the frenzied sword dance.

How can the thousands of waves formed by the blade be matched by ordinary knights?

The Blood Demon God made his final cut.

The Starlight Killing Sword instantly turned into a cliff and blasted out.

Boom!

Millions of sword blades instantly exploded.

Under everyone's stunned eyes, the Dream Demon's body was instantly cut into a pitch-black magic mist.

The strong wind blew, and the black mist turned into mist and dispersed into clouds.

The blond man was stunned.

"Dream... Dream Demon!"

"I have a dream demon! Ah! Give me back my dream demon!"

Shangguan Xiaomao sneered.

"The guardian of the Trump Alliance is actually a giant baby who has not grown up."

"Give you back your dream demon? Do you think I am your father or mother? I owe you?"

After that, Shangguan Xiaomao stepped on the ground and sat steadily on the back of the Blood Demon God.

Cold eyes looked at the golden mouse.

"Boy! Let's go!"