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When, a huge force came, Zhang Long felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and the dragon bird ring head knife in his hand was almost shaken off.

He tiptoed a little, rushed forward, turned around, and saw that the upper ninja who had been hung up didn't know when, and stood up again, in addition to the upper ninja who hung up, the two beheaded headless middle ninja also picked up the knife again and got up.

Holy, what's going on, what the hell is this?

I saw three ninjas, with black gas all over their bodies, the muscles of their whole bodies bulging, and their whole bodies seemed to be swollen in a circle, and the combined black clothes were stretched open and burst by the bulging muscles, revealing the bulging blood vessels inside.

"China, I'm going to kill you!"

Brush!

With red eyes and black aura all over his body, Shangnin let out a roar in his mouth, and with a flash of the sword in his hand, he arrived in front of Zhang Long.

While!

Zhang Long's tenfold strength exploded, a knife slashed out, sparks splashed, and a huge force came again, Zhang Long's body shook, he took three steps back, and the blood in his chest surged.

Damn, what the hell is this!

After he died, he got up, and both his strength and speed doubled.

Wait a minute.

Dead air, has memories of life, can speak, should be a ghost!

Someone manipulated behind his back, cast secret arts, and imprisoned the ghosts of these ninjas in the corpses, creating this powerful ghost corpse!

Zhang Long felt that his guess should be eight or nine.

Now that you know this possibility, it's easy to do.

Zhang Long used the Wind Knife Technique to protect the group of people behind him, and fought with the three ghost corpses, and at the same time, with his left hand, he turned out a rusty gossip mirror.

This gossip mirror is a meeting gift given to him by Uncle Jiu when he was apprenticed before, with a history of more than 800 years, it is a high-level magic weapon, which specializes in restraining ghosts, and the golden light that shines out can suppress the cultivation of ghosts.

Sure enough, as soon as the gossip mirror came out, it trembled, flashing faintly, obviously sensing the existence of ghosts.

Zhang Long recited the Dharma decision in his mouth, raised the gossip mirror, and took a picture of the three ninja ghost corpses.

The golden light bloomed, and the three ninja ghost corpses were illuminated by the gossip mirror, and Zhou's height rose, and the uncertain black qi suddenly became shorter, and a trace of white smoke floated out of the head of the ghost corpse.

Roar~

"Bagua Mirror, how do you have a Bagua Mirror, you, you are a Chinese Taoist!"

The Shangnin ghost corpse spoke, fearfully dodging the illumination of the gossip mirror in Zhang Long's hand, but the gossip mirror is a high-level magic weapon, which can automatically track the existence of ghost qi and death qi, and firmly lock the three ghost corpses.

No matter how the ghost corpses dodged, the golden Taoist golden light shone the three ninja ghost corpses inside.

"Run!"

The upper ninja ghost corpse roared, and its figure sprang up, jumped out of the window, and flew off the building, and disappeared in a few flashes.

The two headless ghost corpses also wanted to leave, but they were a step slower and were stopped by Zhang Long, who reacted.

I saw Zhang Long's figure flash, and instantly appeared in front of the headless ghost corpse, ten times the strength exploded, and the dragon sparrow ring head knife in his hand slashed forward vigorously, brushed, and slashed out two knives to force the middle ninja ghost corpse back.

Zhang Long put away the gossip mirror, flipped his left hand again, and turned out a peachwood sword.

Zhang Long's right hand dragon bird ring head knife, cast the wind knife technique, trying his best to block the fierce attack of the two middle ninja ghost corpses, and the peachwood sword in his left hand, seeing the time, slammed a sword towards the ghost corpse's head.

There was a snapping sound.

The peachwood sword broke through the black qi of the headless ghost corpse's protective body and slapped it fiercely on his forehead.

White smoke rose up, and the ghosts inside the ghost corpse let out a wail, and were shocked out of the body by the peachwood sword.

Five-color roulette, go!

Zhang Long's mind moved, and the five-colored roulette wheel hanging behind his head flew up, like a rotating cutting gear, and instantly twisted the ghost of the middle ninja into pieces and swallowed it in one bite.

Yes~

The ghost of the middle ninja screamed miserably, and suddenly disappeared.

Ate a ghost's five-color roulette, excitedly flipped a heel fight in mid-air, and with a bang, he came to the head of another ninja ghost corpse.

Zhang Long knew that these were five little cute ghosts addicted to eating, and the other headless ghost corpse who saw the tragic state of his companion was scared enough, and seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the headless ghost corpse knelt down with a thud.

"Spare your life, this Taoist elder, spare your life, I am willing to be your subordinate, and listen to your dispatch!"

"Send your sister, Lao Tzu is so handsome, if you take a headless ghost corpse of Nima out, you can't drop the price, let me die!"

Zhang Long said, the peachwood sword in his left hand, a sword shot out, directly shot out the ghost in the ghost corpse, and without waiting for the ghost to escape, the five-colored roulette flew over, and directly crushed it and ate it.

"Dude, yes, a ghost?"

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Shi Lei walked over with a pale face.

The senior generals of the 29th Army behind him were also trembling, obviously stunned by the unbelievable scene just now.

Although they couldn't see the ghosts, they could hear the voices of the ghosts.

The dead corpse rose from the ground, the terrifying headless ghost, the shrill ghost roar......

What they saw tonight completely turned their previous understanding upside down.

"It's a ghost! Not only are ninjas coming today, there should be a mysterious guy behind it, this guy can control ghosts and perform evil magic! ”

Zhang Long said, glanced at the middle-aged man who was paralyzed on the ground not far away, dying, took out a medical medicine box from the package, and said, "That person is seriously injured, you leave him to treat the wound and see if there is a chance to save it." ”

As he spoke, his figure flickered, he closed all the windows, took out a yellow talisman from the package, pasted them one by one, and sealed the windows.

After all the windows were covered with yellow talismans, Zhang Long looked at the senior generals and said, "You all stay in the room for the time being, and no one is allowed to open the door and come out without my permission!" ”

A group of senior generals nodded hurriedly, and one of them was a middle-aged man wearing a general's uniform: "Little brother, you must be careful yourself." ”

Zhang Long nodded, walked out of the conference room, closed the front and back doors, and took out the yellow talisman to seal it.

In the building, there were constant screams, Zhang Long knew that it was more than a dozen headless ghost corpses killing, he didn't dare to slack off, his figure flashed, with a five-color roulette, rushed down.

Syllable!

Rushed to a headless ghost corpse, and the dragon sparrow ring head knife in his right hand held the sword that the headless ghost corpse slashed down.

Zhang Long's left peachwood sword slapped down fiercely, white smoke rose, and the peachwood sword hit the headless ghost corpse's head, and with a terrible ghost scream, a ninja ghost was shocked out.

Swish!

The five-colored roulette wheel rushed up, twisted it, and directly tore the ninja ghost to pieces and ate it.

Just as Zhang Longqing was killing the headless ghost corpse, the Shangnin ghost corpse rushed all the way to a mass grave ten kilometers away from the Chinese defenders' barracks.

Above the mass grave, there is a haunted atmosphere, and countless ghosts are wailing, trapped in an invisible funnel.

These ghosts are dressed in military uniforms, and they are all the souls of the Chinese defenders who died in battle.

And under that huge soul funnel.

Standing was a five-meter-tall wolf-headed human monster surrounded by billowing black gas, which opened its bloody mouth and continued to devour the ghosts that poured down from the funnel.

On a rock not far away, a figure in a black robe watched all this quietly.