1745, Ghost Feng Young Master
"Terran, who are very good at enjoyment, offer these two women, and I will spare your life. ”
The ghost clan is coming in the open this time, and a young man of the ghost clan in the lead has a physical body, which looks very similar to the human race, but the ghost aura on his body is strong, making it easy to distinguish his race.
"The little cub of the Ghost Dan Clan is not small. ”
Chu Wuru glanced at the right one, snorted, and decided to kill the other party alive. The other party dared to rob his woman, naturally he was going to be abused and beaten to death, and he couldn't let it go.
The Ghost Pill Clan is a big clan among the Ghost Clan, they cultivate a Ghost Pill, just like the Inner Pill of the Demon Beast, so they are the few Ghost Clans with a physical body, as long as the Ghost Pill is not destroyed, their flesh is crushed into slag and it is fine, so their flesh is also secondary, the important thing is that Ghost Pill.
Facing Chu Wuru's arrogant tone, the people on the ghost clan's side looked at him like fools. Last time, the captain of the Shenyu team sneered:
"This fool of the Terran race has not even heard of the name of the young master of the ghost maple, it seems that he is a little garbage in a family of the Terran race, and he came here to play with women with some stinky money. ”
"Ouch, there's a title, oh, you sealed it yourself, right?come, come, come, let Lao Tzu beat you to death, there was a Qingjin Lu Lin who was always chasing me before, I wasn't in the mood to play with him yet, today I watched me kill your little cub of the ghost clan, and sell your ghost pill for money." ”
Chu Wuru laughed out loud when he heard the other party's words, hooked the other party with his fingers, and his eyes were very light.
"Those who dare to insult my ghost clan, die!"
When a young man from the Ghost Dan clan heard this, he was furious, and shot out like an arrow, and instantly came to Chu Wuru, and poked Chu Wuru's eyes with his fingers.
"The first ghost pill!"
Chu Wuru waved his right hand, his strength was like an ancient giant mountain, the opponent's strength was completely vulnerable in front of him, the whole person was slapped into meat sauce, and the ghost pill was thrown into the space of thoughts.
"You want to save people in front of me, you get out too!"
After Chu Wuli accepted the ghost pill, his right finger pointed out, and the demonic finger cut through the space, and directly dealt a blow to the fierce young master of the ghost maple.
Syllable!
The strength of both sides is very amazing, the space that vibrates in the air shatters, the power of space sucks the gravel on the ground into it, and the others who also shake back one after another.
"The strength is not good, take me again. ”
After fighting with the other party, Chu Wuli judged the strength of the other party, only at the top of the First Tribulation Heavenly Master, a little far from the strength of the Second Tribulation Heavenly Master, and it was several points worse than Qingjin Lu Lin, and he could only dominate in front of ordinary powerhouses. He shook his head, and pointed out again, and his finger force bombarded the past, but it was powerful and heavy, like a heavenly spirit cannon.
"It's a little bit of a small advantage, and it's a little forgetful!"
The anger on the face of the young master of Ghost Feng showed anger, and being despised by Chu Wuru made him extremely angry, he snorted, and immediately raised his strength, and suddenly pinched out a strange seal with both hands,
"Ghost Sea Sky Tide!"
This is an eight-rank yuan technique, almost pumping most of the power of the young master of Ghost Feng, and a gap suddenly opens in the void, which seems to be a passage connecting to hell, from which thousands of ghosts emerge, with anger that does not want to die, and hatred for the living, to pull out Chu Wuru's soul and pull it down to hell.
"It's kind of interesting, ten thousand swords at once. ”
The other party used the eight-rank yuan technique, but Chu Wuru didn't hold it up, took out the Apocalypse Sword, and used the Tianji Streamer Sword Technique, and the seven-grade sword technique did not suffer too much loss against the eighth-grade Yuan Technique.
The sword qi flew in the sky, crushing everything, and the power of the divine sword contained in it was that even invisible ghosts could be killed.
The reason why sword cultivation is powerful is because the power of the divine sword is omnipotent, and it can deal with any attack with one sword to break through ten thousand methods.
But ghosts are like a sea, constantly flying out of the cracks in space, endlessly, and the number of gatherings is getting bigger and bigger, and they want to bury Chu Wuru alive in the sea of ghosts.
The sword qi is also like a thousand troops, wantonly slashing the ghosts that rush in, forming a storm of sword qi, no matter how many ghosts come, they can be killed cleanly.
One attacked, one defended, the offensive was like a tide, but it was countless destructions, and the two fell into a struggle at once.
"A light blow. ”
Three ghost clans escaped into the void and quietly attacked Chu Wuru, who was in the middle of the battle, with their divine sense secret skills.
"God Destroyer Needle!"
Chu Wuru's strength was even better, and when he fought against the young master of Ghost Feng, he still had the strength to send out the secret technique of divine consciousness, and the power of his divine sense was far stronger than that of the other party, nailing the other party in the void.
"Damn it!"
Both clansmen were killed by Chu Wuru under their noses, which seriously damaged the face of the Young Master of Ghost Feng, and also showed that the strength of the Young Master of Ghost Feng was not as good as Chu Wuru.
No matter which of these two points is, the young master of Ghost Feng can't accept it.
"Echo Orb!"
The young master of Ghost Feng took out a black bead the size of his thumb, and then swallowed it into his mouth, and in a moment, the momentum on his body rose a lot, especially the ghost power he consumed to maintain his eight-rank yuan technique was recovering rapidly, faster than he used. He opened his mouth and roared, and the ghosts that flew out increased again, and the ghosts condensed into a group, forming a tornado between the spins, wrapping Chu Wurude in the center of the storm, so that the people outside could not see Chu Ruru's situation, only the terrible howl of the ghosts in the sky and the desire to kill were reflected.
"Are we going to help?"
Luo Ling asked Feng Wei'er a little worriedly, no matter what she thought of Chu Wuru, but now the relationship between the two sides was very close, and she was also very concerned about Chu Wuru's safety.
"He hasn't used all his strength yet, and he is probably arranging means, not wanting these ghost clans to escape, so he deliberately delays time there. ”
After Feng Wei'er and Chu Wuli were together for such a long time, they began to gradually understand Chu Wuru, she followed Chu Wuli to participate in several big melees, such a scene was too small, even Feng Wei'er herself did not have a strong fighting spirit.
"You don't know me. ”
Chu Wuru's voice came out from the storm of ghosts, and in Feng Wei'er's eyes, the center of the ghost storm lit up with blood, and there was a "bang", as if the heavens had opened a hole, and the blood-colored sword qi poured out, killing countless ghosts around them.
Huhuhuhu-
The blood-colored sword qi is incomparable, and it is only in an instant to kill the ghosts, no matter how fast the young master of the ghost Feng summons the ghosts, it is not enough for the blood-colored sword qi to kill.
The speed at which Chu Wuru killed ghosts was already much higher than the speed at which Young Master Ghost Feng summoned ghosts.