"What two?" Tan Li's head was stunned, the movements of her hands did not stop, but her heart beat fiercely several times.

Fierce battles with ghosts and ghosts are not tolerated.

She could only make two false moves, turned over to the side, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Han Dong, who was wearing tattered blue short sleeves, striding towards this side.

And the third goblin, but there is no trace of it.

What the!

Tan Li suddenly felt a chill in her heart

Oops!

Her subconscious thought was that the third ghost had already possessed Han Dong, otherwise why couldn't she sense that Dawson's chill?

"Damn. ”

"Ghosts possess ordinary people, and they will definitely die. Possession of the second-grade martial arts practitioner is also a situation of nine deaths and one life, which is really miserable. ”

Tan Li's face turned pale, and her heart seemed to sink into a bottomless abyss.

As her thoughts turned, her heart palpitated at the anger of Ning Moli she was about to face, and her right foot slid backwards, wanting to retreat violently.

However.

Han Dong rushed in steps, his body leaned back and leaned forward, as if a tiger was waving its claws, the tiger was vigorous, and the blue short-sleeved shoulders were shattered and turned into strips of cloth.

Boom!

Tan Li watched the blue figure collide with one of the ghosts, and she just knocked the ghost away, which couldn't help but make her heart shake.

Could it be—

The third ghost, killed by Han Dong?

In an instant, Tan Li made a decisive choice immediately, stopped with his right foot, and his legs burst out with the internal force of the martial artist, and along an arc, he killed another ghost: "One for each person!"

The battlefield is instantly clear.

The two white shadow ghosts are in the middle, Tan Li is on the left, and Han Dong is on the right.

This is also a situation deliberately created by Tan Li, in case Han Dong is possessed by ghosts, he can prevent himself from being surrounded by groups and avoid being besieged.

Whew!

Tan Li's left palm was flush, drawing a horizontal line, but the heart that poured into his arm was like a blade that divided the white clouds, cutting the white shadow.

Hiss!

The white shadow hissed, trying to escape.

Tan Li's gaze was like a deep pool, deep and unfathomable, and his center of gravity swayed one by one, blocking the white shadow ghost in front of him, and while consuming the body of the ghost in front of him, he observed the opposite area.

Facing a goblin, the pressure is greatly reduced.

"Huh?"

Tan Li glanced at Han Dong's fighting method in surprise, the corners of her eyes jumped, and she only felt as if her heart had been roared by a hundred gongs, shocked and churned, and full of confusion, like five thunderbolts.

By the light of the moon, it is clearly visible.

Han Dong was like a tiger descending from the mountain, swinging his fists wildly, hitting hard, opening and closing, showing his awe-inspiring power, and constantly blasting away the white shadow ghosts.

The blue short sleeves on the upper body are all torn, and the strips of cloth hang on the body like a waterfall.

Those fists contained an unguessable amount of power, and the tiger was vigorous, and the air flow was turbulent.

Knock knock!

As soon as Han Dong's left fist was withdrawn, his waist turned, and his left foot took half a step back, accompanied by the force of stepping on the ground and the twisting strength of his back, he took root in the soil forward, and his body formed a strange backward posture.

The center of gravity sinks back, and the right fist is clenched.

He took a half step back and stepped forward, losing all his body's qi and strength, followed by all the gathering in the wandering right arm, and finally gathered on the right fist, and threw out the right fist with a roar.

Whew!

The blue short sleeves exploded, and strips of cloth flew around.

With this situation, the right fist flushed with blood torrents, striking the air, and directly hitting the oncoming white shadow ghost.

Boom!!

A loud bang that was stronger than before, spread out.

Thousands of catties of great power, and a terrifying force above ten thousand catties, of course, the latter is more powerful than the technique of urging the torrential rain to fall. Moreover, Han Dong's muscles and bones are strong and heavy, and his physical strength is endless, like a tireless piling instrument.

In just a few seconds, there are more than a dozen heavy punches with the meaning of art.

The white shadow ghosts and ghosts screamed again and again, and the air currents swayed to give birth to a breeze, and the momentum became more and more fierce and majestic.

"Die!"

Han Dong had a vigorous murderous intent in his eyes, staring at the white shadow ghost in front of him, and smashed it with both fists.

But in an instant, he had just punched his left fist, and his face changed slightly.

Oops!

The punch didn't make sense.

The 1 in 10 probability of failure happens at this time.

The white shadow ghost smirked in his eyes, pounced on Han Dong's right fist, seemed to open his bloody mouth, and bit Han Dong's right arm fiercely.

A feeling of weakness suddenly came to my mind, and my right arm went limp.

"Hmph. ”

Han Dong snorted, his heart was shocked, and his left palm hurriedly slapped out horizontally, temporarily repelling the white shadow ghost, but he felt that the qi and blood in his right arm were disordered, resulting in weakness and weakness.

Is this a trick of the ghosts?

If an ordinary person is here, he is afraid that he will lack qi and blood and will be dizzy on the spot.

Before Han Dong had time to think about it, the white shadow ghost let out a scream, and with a strange power that disturbed his mind, he pounced.

"Get out!"

Han Dong endured the discomfort and threw a left fist.

However, the right arm was extremely weak, which limited the burst of power in the body, and the ghost's eyes showed a sinister smile, surrounding Han Dong, sometimes screaming sharply, sometimes culling.

Whew.

Whew.

Han Dong gasped violently, his head was sweating, his vision was shaking, and his strong body was shaking.

He finally knew.

Why are the warriors so secretive about demons and monsters, just an ordinary ghost can suppress himself to the death, and even put himself in danger.

He has a huge force of 13,000 catties, and he can carry a high-speed vehicle head-on with the explosion of no spare strength. If you face ordinary people who don't have thermal weapons, even thousands of them can be slaughtered.

But in the face of ghosts, the slightest mistake is a life and death crisis.

Boom!

Han Dong barely raised his left arm, both slashing and falling, as if holding a heavy object in his palm, he flew away the white shadow ghost that sneered and pounced, followed by a few steps back, and there was heat rising between breaths.

He tried to use his qi and blood to rush away from his weak right arm.

But in any case, the right arm was still drooping, and the paralysis did not decrease but increased: "Forcibly transporting capacity and circulating qi and blood will not work?"

Han Dong's face changed slightly.

The ghost's eyes seemed to have a hint of mockery, and it slashed towards Han Dong like a strong wind, not giving him any time to continue to breathe.

Knock knock.

Han Dong stepped on his legs and turned along the side to dodge, as dexterous as a bird.

His confidence in confronting the ghosts head-on was not due to the skill of great strength and violent rainfall, but due to the flexibility of his body's instincts, I have to say that Ning Moli's ferocious training effect was extraordinary.

The other side.

"Han Dong, hold on!" Tan Li roared, his palms alternately seemed to be flowing water, bursting out with internal force, and in just one second, he slashed out seven or eight hand knives one after another, directly splitting the white shadow ghost in front of him.

Follow.

She slid the dirt with her left foot, and with the rebound, Dapeng flapped its wings as if to rescue Han Dong.

Hiss!

The white shadow ghost screamed suddenly, his eyes flickered two or three times, collided with Tan Li, did not fall into the wind at all, and immediately fled into the jungle, in the direction of the hotel, and drifted away.

"Not good!" Tan Li's face changed drastically.

"It fled to the hotel, Feng Yanqi and the others should have already gone back, right?" Han Dong's face also changed suddenly.

Crash.

Tan Li didn't care about taking care of Han Dong, so she said a word to follow and plunged into the jungle.

"Whew, whew, whew. ”

Han Dong stayed in place, his legs slightly bent, he barely raised his right arm, and his palms rested on his chest to form a posture of a complete version of the anode pile, and his whole body trembled.

Rush!

Rush out of the way!!

Han Dong's eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with high emotions.

The bright moonlight fell on the place, rendering the silence, setting off the sturdy muscles and bones of his right arm, and suddenly clicked and trembled twice.

"Blood and breath are back. Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had no experience in fighting ghosts, the hellish torture of his master gave him a wealth of experience in dealing with them. For example, if the qi and blood are weak and paralyzed, the anode pile will be used to flush the qi and blood and forcibly recover.

Han Dong took a breath, no longer delayed, and chased after him.

His classmates are still ahead, even if they return to the hotel in time, but some reinforced concrete buildings can't stop ghosts from killing people.

Qi and blood flow!

Burst of power!

With a terrifying force of up to 13,000 catties, with gravitational acceleration, he stepped on the dirt covered with green leaves, and exploded a circle of dirt when he landed, showing his violent momentum.

Under the moonlight, Han Dong ran wildly unscrupulously.

Knock knock!

He was like a heavily loaded vehicle, speeding freely, and all the bushes that stood in the way were knocked out of a road. Fortunately, Han Dong's skin is relatively tough, otherwise he would have been scratched all over his body.

Three seconds.

Ten seconds.

After about twenty seconds, Han Dong finally saw Tan Li's pitch-black back, the windbreaker fluttering quite conspicuously.

Phew.

Han Dong stretched his palms forward, clearing away the dense branches like a cloud.

Immediately following him, he saw Tan Li and two figures in front of him, subconsciously stopped his steps, rubbed his feet against the wet soil, and drew two deep groove marks.

Snort.

With the sound of grinding the land, Han Dong finally stabilized his body.

What's going on?

Han Dong observed his surroundings.

Through the hazy moonlight, he could clearly see the two figures opposite, which were Jiang Yuan and a classmate whose name he couldn't remember.

Cluck.

Jiang Yuan and the other boy were trembling, their hearts were broken, and their faces were full of paleness.

The mobile phones that fell to the ground were flashlights, shining from the bottom to the top, illuminating their two shocked and collapsed faces.

"You still dare to come back?" Han Dong said angrily.

"No, no, no, we didn't mean to, no. They replied in a trembling voice, their legs trembling.

Han Dong still wanted to question.

Tan Li sneered and said coldly: "Don't say it." ”

"What?" Han Dong squinted his eyes and glanced at Tan Li, but there was a trace of stunned and dazed emotion in his eyes...... Jiang Yuan and another boy actually held hands.

Afraid of this?

Not really, right?

Han Dong was about to ask speechlessly.

Tan Li's face on the side was filled with coldness, staring coldly at Jiang Yuan and them, his right palm standing side by side like a blade, and he did not hide his killing intent: "It has preliminary spiritual intelligence, and it has already cast its possession." ”

"What?"

Han Dong was taken aback.

Who the object of possession is, you don't have to ask. It's either Jiang Yuan, or another boy. But it seems that it may also be Tan Li.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Tan Li vigilantly.

has just fallen into a crisis, which has raised Han Dong's vigilance to the limit, and he does not want to make the slightest mistake.

"Rest assured, I'm not possessed. Tan Li glanced at Han Dong: "I suspect that you are possessed, Erpin's physical strength is limited, and he can't perform real techniques many times, and he can't fight ghosts at all." ”

"How to prove. Han Dong said lightly.

"Ghosts possess martial arts practitioners, and the collision of thinking and consciousness must produce occasional nervous shock, in short, dementia. Tan Li's voice was low.

They can verify each other.

Just sit down with each other and observe each other's expressions later, and the truth will be revealed.

Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief, comprehended this method, and squinted his eyes: "Then how can my two classmates verify it, we are waiting here?"

Tan Li shook her head: "Ordinary people's consciousness is weak, and ghosts are very easy to control. Moreover, their arms were limp but clenched together, which was clearly the style of a goblin, and it could be used to easily divert possessed subjects. ”

What the?

Han Dong frowned, can't be saved?