The hazy moonlight casts down the bleak jungle.

Distant hotel, sporadic glitter.

A white shadow floated in front of it, faint, as if it was really formless and insubstantial, and neither the trees nor the boulders could stop it.

Fast.

Faster.

It also seems to be aware of the crisis of life and death, if it is caught by Tan Li, it will definitely die.

The internal force of the warrior can cause substantial damage to the ghost, and in seven or eight moves, it can be killed alive.

Tan Li and Han Dong followed closely behind.

The jet-black trench coat fluttered and oscillated, setting off Tan Li's wild running pace, and two or three steps were more than 20 meters, which was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

To her surprise, Han Dong could keep up with her.

is worthy of being a disciple of Ning Moli, and the second-grade grade can maintain such a speed...... A hint of admiration flashed in Tan Li's heart, and then she stared at the white shadow that was getting closer and closer.

"Don't try to run!"

Murderous intent grew in her eyes.

"The white shadow in front of you is a ghost!" Han Dong was in a agitated mood, and gradually only calmed and calm, following behind Tan Li.

The first time I came into contact with the world of martial arts, and the first time I faced demons and monsters, it was at this moment!

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

With Tan Li's wild run, he finally approached this ghost.

"Hiss!"

The miserable white shadow let out an inexplicable scream, and suddenly turned around, revealing a pair of cold white eyes, as if smiling, and then retreated into a jungle.

"Look for death!"

Tan Li's eyes widened, and her anger grew.

A mere ghost, actually dared to provoke herself, her legs flowed and condensed the internal force, and instantly rushed into the jungle, the white shadow came up, her left fist charged her waist, and hit it out!

Boom!

A low, loud sound echoed around the surroundings.

The white shadow screamed violently, and frantically retreated more than ten meters, obviously Tan Li's martial arts internal force had caused trauma to it.

Tan Li, who injured the enemy with one move, stopped moving forward and stopped in place.

Snort.

Han Dong made his way through the jungle and came to this circular clearing with a diameter of about thirty meters, surrounded by trees and wet dirt under his feet.

"What's wrong?" he was about to ask, the corners of his eyes jerked.

There was a white shadow floating in front of him, as if he was dressed in white, unclear, only a pair of eyes glowing with a chill - he finally faced the demons and monsters!

This white shadow is a ghost!

But what made Han Dong's face solemn was that there was also a white shadow floating in front of him.

Two!

There are two goblins here!

Tan Li gasped, shook her wrist, and clicked: "You leave this place immediately, and pay attention to your own safety." Against two goblins, I had to give it my all. ”

"Can you handle it?" Han Dong squinted.

"It's just two of them, and it takes some time at most, so it's not a problem. Tan Li spoke lightly, stepped forward, and put her toes on the soil, just waiting for an explosion of internal force.

At this moment - hiss!

In the jungle to the right of Han Dong, a hissing sound was heard, and the third white shadow suddenly rushed out of the dark jungle, exposed to the moonlight, and killed Han Dong with a sly smile.

Hiss!

The two white shadows in front of him pounced on Tan Li.

In an instant, Tan Li's complexion changed drastically, and a trace of horror flashed in her eyes: "Damn! This is their trap! There is a ghost with preliminary intelligence, you run, run!"

"Run back to the hotel!!"

She let out a low roar, extremely anxious, if Han Dong died here, it was hard to imagine what kind of killing Ning Moli would do.

Maybe you have to kill Xuanyang Township and anger yourself!

While her thoughts were turning, Tan Li could only pray that Han Dong would flee quickly, so as not to die and save herself from being innocently implicated. And she has to face three goblins. Especially...... There is a goblin that has initially developed a psychic spirit.

The crisis is severe, and there is no room for slackness.

Tan Li's center of gravity swayed, leaning forward, all the internal force in his body flowed, pouring his palms, his right palm was erected like a sharp blade, and his left palm was like a sharp short knife, facing the two ghosts.

At this moment, she couldn't care about Han Dong.

In an instant, the originally stable and incomparably safe situation turned into a serious crisis in an instant, rendering a sense of tragedy that was completely different from normal life.

Dangerous!

Extreme danger!

This is not because Tan Li is reckless, but she didn't expect that there was a ghost with initial intelligence, if Han Dong was not here, she could easily escape and invite the martial artists to cooperate to kill.

But if she fled at full speed, Han Dong would definitely die.

Whew!

Tan Li took the lead in meeting the two ghosts, and cut the white shadow with her palm, causing obvious damage as if breaking a white cloud.

Behind her.

The corners of Han Dong's mouth outlined a fiery smile, which intensified, staring at the third ghost that rushed towards him, and took two steps wantonly.

"A goblin?"

"Finally- finally let me touch you goddamn things!!"

Emotions were agitated, vigorous as fire, and an unprecedented murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind were scattered, leaving only one mind that contained murderous intent.

"Kill!"

Han Dong exhaled, and when he drank heavily, he urged the qi and blood in his body to circulate wildly, and the terrifying power of up to 13,000 catties condensed on his right fist without any reserves.

Click!

The muscles and bones of the right fist are tense, and the whole body is blood-red.

Suddenly, Han Dong's mind flashed the picture of raindrops falling from the high sky, and then drew a half-circle backwards with his right fist, like crazy raindrops falling on the earth, blasting towards the third white shadow ghost without regrets!

Rumble!

The terrifying power, the acceleration of the punch, and the acceleration combined with the Storm Falling Technique are like a speeding car, appearing out of thin air!

Hiss!

The white shadow screamed and met Han Dong's right fist, but it was blasted backwards and retreated, and his body became a little lighter.

The meaning of the spell can cause damage to ghosts.

"Han Dong!"

Tan Li took the time to glance, blocked the two ghosts, and roared: "Run! Run! You can't kill the ghosts!"

She was so anxious that she could be held back and unable to say more.

The gap between the first product and the second product lies in the degree of strength cohesion. The power of a product can cause substantial damage to ghosts. And the second product can only rely on the meaning of the technique.

But the problem is that the movement is a serious drain on physical strength.

At this very moment.

Han Dong's face was sad or joyless, and he stepped out with his right foot and killed the third ghost: "I can kill it!"

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Han Dong continued to blast out the second Violent Rainfall technique, feeling that his right fist hit a ball of cotton, as if it had no substance, as if it had no form.

But the hiss of the ghosts in front of him, and the fading of the white shadows, proved that he had indeed caused substantial damage to the ghosts.

"Come again!"

Han Dong's eyes were full of murderous intent, and without hesitation, the third punch blasted out.

Ning Moli once said that he was enough to deal with ordinary demons and monsters at present, although he didn't know the reason why Tan Li was anxious, Han Dong chose to believe in his master.

Moreover.

He has a huge power above the limit, stronger than the master expected!

Knock! Knock!

Han Dong had murderous intent in his eyes, and vividly blasted out his strongest technique, the terrifying internal strength added to the ferocious power, and every time he smashed and punched, it was like a frontal impact of a speeding car.

Hiss!

The smirking eyes of the third ghost suddenly flickered and pounced on Han Dong, as if he wanted to possess him.

Han Dong's left fist was retracted from his waist, picked up from behind, and drew an arc-shaped circle, like a boulder falling straight down, with great force, causing his blue short sleeves to crack with sneer, and his feet were even deeper into the wet soil.

The meaning of the technique is once again revealed.

After many days of practice, within ten punches, about nine punches can be punched. He struck his left arm with such a blow, gathering all the parts of his legs, waist, and shoulders, as if the whole person was hanging on his left arm, which was an unparalleled fist!

Boom!!

The ghost trembled violently, the white shadow faded for a few minutes, and it was smashed and fell to the dirt, but it instantly ejected and rushed towards Han Dong with a hiss.

It also wants to get close to Han Dong.

"You-"

"If you are weak like this, you are also worthy of being a ghost, it is better to die!" Han Dong's eyes showed a trace of coldness, and his right fist suddenly relaxed, referring to Ning Moli's fierce palm clapp, it slapped down in an instant.

Shoot and press, smash and bang.

With such a right palm, there was wind pressure when landing, and the air flow of the shoot was chaotic, and the emotion of the shot was extremely intense, and the white shadow ghost smashed down.

In a flash.

Han Dong inhaled violently, pulled out his right foot and took a step, his left leg was slightly bent, forming a standing posture similar to an iron cable across the river, followed by two fists, one high and one low, and smashed down one after another, as if a giant piling machine was running here, humming endlessly.

Knock knock knock!

Brutal fist smashing, fierce palm slapping, chiseling and heavy blows, the three alternate in turn, like a continuous torrential rain, not giving the white shadow the slightest respite, stunned to hit the white shadow scattered, and the hissing sound carried the meaning of struggle.

Phew!

Han Dong suddenly inhaled, his upper body seemed to swell a little, his chest was full of strength, and his fists were like a huge hammer, containing unimaginable power.

The fists raised high, the muscles and bones were condensed, and the blood was stretching.

Swish!

Double fist smashing!

Han Dong's smashing fist exploded with all the current power, including the qi and blood in the body, the muscles and veins and bones, the coagulated blood, the fiery emotion, and the most important artistic connotation, which was poured into the faint white shadow below.

His legs were slightly bent, and the airflow from his fists was dispersed, and the white shadow of the smash completely faded.

Hiss.

A mournful hiss sounded slightly, and the goblin dissipated on the spot.

Han Dong once again played a violent rainfall technique, but he was stunned and missed, and finally confirmed that he had really killed a ghost.

"Hey. ”

He looked up at the direction of Tan Li's fierce battle with the two ghosts.

Whew!

Tan Li's right palm is like a blade, cutting more than once, as long as it hits the white shadow, it will make their bodies lighten a little, but the two ghosts take turns to kill, and she can't kill either one in a short time.

She was secretly anxious, worried about Han Dong.

Especially vaguely, Tan Li noticed the flow of air, and there was even a loud rumor, as if something was being smashed wildly.

Then.

A low, indifferent voice, filled with murderous intent, resounded through the dirt land: "One is dead, and there are two left." ”