"Whew, whew"

The sound of low breathing, accompanied by the sighing wind and electricity surge in the ears, echoed in the front yard of Guizang Villa, and the sound was full of pain.

The release of the power was like tearing the body apart, and the blood stains flowed from the cracked skin, sprinkled on the stone steps, and merged into a pool of blood, which stretched outward like a spider's web.

There was a fog rising.

At first.

It just poured out of the cracked skin of the "transformed" Lu Lianshan, like a volcano erupting in his body, but soon, a strange wind seemed to be summoned and blew from all directions.

The air quickly became moist when the spirit suddenly appeared.

Soon, more fog appeared, like the forest on an autumn morning, and the rising fog dispersed on the ground between the antechamber and the gate.

On the shattered shadow wall, the broken bricks whined, as if an invisible ghost was crying.

The shadows and shadows are all obscured, and the sight is obscured.

Shen Qiu stood in the mist, he was surprised by three points, looking at the changes in Lu Lianshan in front of him, but he didn't step forward to stop it.

People are transforming...

I can't help but talk about martial arts and come forward to sneak attack.

"Bang"

There was another muffled thunder, resounding in the sky, and there was no lightning streaking, but there was an escaping arc of electricity, piercing through the fog and lingering, hitting the ground around Shen Qiu, causing the gravel to fly sideways in all directions.

In front of him, outside the five chiefs, in the floating mist, a figure that was a few feet tall was stretching out from Lu Lianshan's body.

Although the face is a little difficult to see, the distorted body, the stretched and strong body, and the arc beating in the fog should not be a normal person.

"Fast forward to 'Really. Slay the demons and kill the demons. ”

Shen Qiu whispered, and when the supernatural movement of his neck in front of him began, he also began to do a "warm-up".

Shen Qiu is not an uninformed person, in the first battle of Taihang, he saw the power of Xianjun with his own eyes, and last night on Meishan Island, he also saw the ghost of the Wa Kingdom incarnate as a half-ghost.

He knows very well that the camouflage of the Jianghu era is rapidly fading, and the supernatural hidden under the exterior is occupying the stage that should belong to the warriors.

At this moment when more and more demons are dancing wildly, we must not look at the Penglai thieves with common sense!

But in front of this... It's a bit exaggerated, isn't it?

"Shen was still a little confused before."

He moved his fingers, his arms, and reached out to press his neck twice.

There will be a tough battle tonight, but he doesn't resist, and even has some expectations.

After all, it's been a long time, and there hasn't been a fight with a strong man in the current world, and tonight, I have to wake up my rusty body and fighting spirit.

In the thickening mist, he said to the spirit in front of him, whose breathing was getting deeper and deeper:

"Penglai has created the human spirit realm in Dongying, turning the system they imagined into reality, why is the half-ghost warrior created by the human spirit kingdom so weak.

Now it seems that their positioning is really cannon fodder consumed at will, and it is said that it is a semi-finished product, which is a bit exaggerated. ”

The five-colored true qi is in the fingers, and the arms are flowing away.

When the true qi flowed, it swayed with the mist around the body, like a gray dragon, wrapped around the martial artist's body, and the wind brought up by the true qi also swept away the mist within a zhang of Shen Qiu's body.

Like the water receding and rippling, the smoke rippled.

Shen Qiu's voice also had a bit of sonorous color.

"You!"

"You are the real master in that spiritual realm! You're the one who is... A true demon warrior! ”

In the fog in front of me.

The tall and hideous figure did not answer, it stood there, like an indifferent and ruthless statue of war, which made Shen Qiu a little disappointed.

He said:

"Can't speak? Completely taken away by a powerful ghost? ”

"Huh"

The silent spirit replaces words with deeds.

As it spread out its hands, the smoke in the field was like the curtain of the stage being torn apart, drifting in both directions, and in the spiritual power, it was quickly grabbed like a flying ribbon.

A light mist gathers behind him, creating a strange decoration that sits somewhere between the virtual and the real.

The wind is bone, the arc is spike, and between the leaping arcs, several small drums of magatama are suspended around the body, which is no longer like a human means.

This hand is called a phantom.

It is a high-level use of one's own aura, that is, in the eyes of mortals, immortals can create things out of thin air, and the techniques are varied, combining illusory aura with real objects to create all kinds of wonders.

"I'm not as weak as you think."

The sound of thunder echoed in the reopened field.

It was Lu Lianshan's voice, as if the timbre could still be vaguely recognizable after being changed several times by the voice changer.

It raised its head, and its cheeks were completely indistinguishable from Lu Lianshan.

A pair of copper bell eyes, fangs in the mouth, a cyan strange blue in the cracked skin, and long black hair, all turned pale, like a mane, and the long hair danced in the wind.

Suspended with his body, a few feet above the ground.

There are blue-blue ghost patterns on both arms, and when the ghost claws that grow nails are closed, there is a sound of wind and thunder, and the two objects break through the air from the wings on both sides, and they are clasped in their hands.

A black thunder hammer and a cyan fan.

"For seventeen years, he has been a servant, and I am the master, and that has never changed."

There was a burst of thunder, bringing Lu Lianshan's answer.

The pair of bronze bell ghost eyes, staring at Shen Qiu in front of him, said:

"The secret art of ghost martial arts, it is the culmination of the Penglai ghost dao inheritance, although it has spread all over the country, but the real masterpiece is in Middle-earth, what you say is true, Shen Qiu.

Compared with those half-finished products who indulge in fighting and destroying, those who control the power of ghosts and gods and transform their own power are the real ghost warriors.

I'm the first ghost warrior in Middle-earth, and I'm also... The most powerful one! ”

"Wow"

The thunder hammer collided with the fan, bringing up dazzling thunder and fire, and the arc of electricity was wrapped around Lu Lianshan's body, and the beating, white light seemed to cover him with a layer of arc light armor.

Let this half-ghost warrior also have a bit of evil majesty.

Shen Qiu nodded.

He spread out his left hand at his side, and a knife broke through the air in a pool of blood behind him, fell into the palm of his hand, and in the movement of his wrist, he played a knife flower, and the cold autumn wind emerged.

With a quick knife in hand, I want to kill the demon.

"What the hell are you?"

Shen Qiu asked.

"Resist the wind and thunder, give birth to two faces, punish sins, and fear people's hearts."

Lu Lianshan hung a few feet above the ground, holding a thunder hammer fan, and the moment his tall body was completely stretched, it was like an illusion.

It is almost identical to its main body, but it has a cyan ghost, which appears behind it.

The two bodies were one real and one virtual, back to back, and in the wind, Lu Lianshan's low and hoarse voice came out.

"This ghost's name is Wind and Thunder."

"Wow"

The muffled thunder that shook the Heavenly Domain of the Outer Traveling Mountain, in the next moment, the sky burst out, and in Shen Qiu's gaze, hundreds of white arcs, like thunder swords falling from the sky, fell from the sky at this moment, blasting into the entire Guizang Mountain Villa, in all directions.

The night was illuminated by the power of this ghost and martial god.

It really looks like a ghost and a god, full of evil, but with a different kind of majesty.

"Good fellows."

Shen Qiu complained, but grinned with a warlike smile.

In the wind and thunder, the arc surged like a storm, and the masonry under Shen Qiu's feet shattered, pushing him to shrink into inches, crossing the five-zhang land, and being wrapped in the cold autumn wind.

The fit pounced, under the autumn wind knife, the cold blade flashed, and it was pressed in front of him by the black thunder hammer, and the thunder exploded, illuminating Shen Qiu's calm eyes.

Wrist deviation of a few minutes.

Put your foot hard again.

The body tensed, and the shadow sword rose, and several phantoms scattered outside the body, each using martial arts, hitting the half-ghost in front of him.

"Boom"

Dazzling lightning lit up between the two of them, and the spider-web-like arc of lightning was like a short spear that shot through the air, shattering those sword shadows the moment it pierced through the air.

Shen Qiu took a step back, dodging the sonic puncture on the thunder hammer, and after swaying his body for a moment, he swung a knife forward at an impossible distance.

The posture is free and easy, the strength is strong, and the wind around the half-ghost is blown, just like the last fight of the unyielding warrior in a bloody desperate situation.

Fierce breath, oncoming.

The knife is out of nowhere.

No matter how you dodge, this knife will fall on the half-ghost, and this close grappling of less than ten feet makes it too late for the latter to want to block.

After only three moves to start the war, he was forced into a desperate situation by Shen Qiu's lifeless knife.

Since entering the rivers and lakes, he has been fighting all the way, making Shen Qiu's martial arts already full of aggression.

There was no way to dodge, and the half-ghost didn't seem to want to hide anymore, and the tall body hanging in the air met it head-on, and saw the knife light cut into the heart of the shoulder, but there was no trace of blood flowing out.

The tumbling arc on his body turned into a light wind in an instant, and even the hideous ghost body became light.

A desperate slash into the wind.

Wind body cloud body!

"Bang, bang"

The thunder hammer tip cone counterattacked in the next moment, but Shen Qiu let go of the handle of the knife like an unpredictable prophet, the thunder hammer interrupted the single knife, and the cyan fan stabbed forward again.

The offense and defense reversed, but what came was a heavy punch that had been accumulated.

The impermanence of heaven is tightened, the sound of the machine spring sounds, the fist blade is stabbed, and the majestic force hits the steel fan head-on, like an egg breaking into a sharp stone.

Looking at it from the sidelines, it seems that Shen Qiu's fist will be pierced by a sharp fan at the edge in the next moment.

But, no.

Lu Lianshan is the egg!

"Click"

The crisp sound of the metal breaking made the ghost warrior's hideous face change drastically, and its wind-resisting weapon was interrupted by Shen Qiu's punch.

Not to mention breaking the move, it can't even be hindered, and the heavy punch wrapped around the five-colored light stream, like an angry dragon going out to sea, will smash on its body that turned into a flowing wind in the next moment.

The Wind Thunder God commanded the power of wind and thunder, thunder attack, and wind defense, with it intensifying the wind body and cloud body at this time, this punch should have been no threat.

But just because there were only five moves to start a war, it knew that Shen Qiu couldn't be reasoned with ordinary people.

"Bang"

The fist hit the wind, and the cold air burst, like a cold wave that froze thousands of miles, and wanted to freeze the wind in front of him.

The latter is very knowledgeable.

As soon as the cold air rose, he melted into the wind, and the wind swept up, wanting to escape from the battle circle by the wind.

"Where to run!"

The sound was like spring thunder, and the right fist that was ready to fire was also blasted out like a heavy cannon.

This time it's not ice.

Raging fire!

The scorching true qi reflected the flames and splashed everywhere, and this punch was struck, burning the three feet in front of Shen Qiu's body with flames.

Lethe Exercises. Burn the city.

Everywhere was roared with fire, and all of them were sealed, even if it was the wind, they didn't want to escape. When it was time to fight for his life, Lu Lianshan lamented in his heart.

As the owner of the Hidden Building, the information of all parts of the world's martial arts has passed through his hands, although he has never met Shen Qiu, but he knows everything about this person's troubles everywhere in the world.

He knew how difficult Shen Qiu was.

But it wasn't until today when he really fought with this person that he realized more clearly that it was not the Jianghu people who were bullied by the demon who were too weak, but the demon in front of him who was too strong.

It's obviously not on the heavenly list, but with all kinds of means, it is much more difficult than the real heavenly list.

The supernatural power is a dimensionality reduction blow to other martial artists, but for Shen Qiu, who is full of magic skills in front of him, it is no wonder, no wonder this person can use the body of a mortal to set up an ambush to capture Dong Lingjun.

You can't fight with him in martial arts!

If you have no chance of winning, you can only suppress it with supernatural powers, which is the only possible way to win.

"Boom"

The thunder rolled, exploding the thunder and fire in the sky, and the pale arc fell from the sky, like lightning waving down, in the front hall of Zhongshan Village,

Like a war hammer falling from the sky, the entire house was completely flattened at this moment, and this move had a bit of the meaning of a railgun.

Smoke and dust are flying.

Shen Qiu flew through the air like a bird and landed on the ground, he looked down and saw that the sleeve of his left arm had been burned by the thunder fire, there were a few small burns on his skin, and there was a trace of paralysis caused by the arc in his body.

Look up.

In the ruins of the razed houses in front of him, the Ghost Martial Lu Lianshan wrapped in a white arc of electricity was hovering in the air, in the smoke and dust, several feet above the ground.

Its body was half frozen in ice, and the ice spikes on its body were quickly peeled off in the surging thunder and fire.

Seeing that Shen Qiu wanted to raid again, the thunder hammer in his hand was raised, and he lightly tapped it on the hook jade drum suspended on his side.

"Wow"

Another hundred arcs of electricity fell from the sky, hitting the place where Shen Qiu was standing.

The sense of the innate body was so keen, the moment the arc fell, Shen Qiu had already moved a step, but in Lu Lianshan's chuckle, the thunder hammer kept hitting the gouyu drum.

The arc of electricity fell from the sky, like a thunderstorm from the sky, and a beam of light turned out in an instant.

Let the open space in front of you constantly have arcs flicker and flicker.

Shen Qiu moved back and forth in the clearing, so fast that he couldn't catch it with the naked eye, and at a glance, there were more than a dozen afterimages spinning around.

The thunder sword descended from the sky, chasing him and fighting, and the destructive power of each moment of the arc was considerable, and when it hit the ground, there was a crack the size of a bowl.

Such power was not enough to kill him, but the paralysis brought by being hit by the arc would put Shen Qiu in an extremely passive situation.

Mortal martial artists, even if their martial arts are superb, but they don't have supernatural powers, and when they encounter situations outside of this kind of martial arts, they can only catch blindness.

"Bang"

The bricks and stones under Shen Qiu's feet shattered, and the unique body method he had honed himself was gone.

This moment turned into a fierce one, pushing him three points faster, crossing the sky and descending the thunder sword, and in the next moment, he fell in front of the ghost martial arts.

"Wow"

Seeing Shen Qiu coming, Lu Lianshan immediately flew through the wind body and cloud body.

The left grenade hammers faster.

The right hand was raised, and the white arc converged, like a lightning whip, slashing across the night sky and pumping towards Shen Qiu.

The tail end of the long whip was scattered, just like nine whips, when it swept over, there was no room to dodge, and the punch that should have been hit at the ghost martial arts also changed direction at this moment.

Blasting out towards the lightning whip, the world's sharpest Canglan True Qi gathered into a fist, colliding with the lightning whip that burst and killed, bringing up the impact ring, stirring up the ruins with smoke and dust.

Shen Qiu stepped back lightly, and as soon as he landed, he saw Lu Lianshan roaring.

With his right hand, he threw it forward, and the white arc converged into a throwing spear and shot at him.

Less than a moment.

This electric gun stabbed Shen Qiu's eyes with the tip of the arc, less than an inch away from his eyes, but it was powerless to move forward.

The sky is impermanent, and it accurately buckled the middle of this arc throwing gun, and the lightning that should not be able to be held was held by Shen Qiu at this moment.

This scene made Lu Lianshan, who played a lore, stunned for a moment.

Shen Qiu raised his head, and the light of the electric gun in front of him illuminated the indifference reflected on his cheeks.

At the edge of the clear eyes, there are also flames of aura gathering and dancing.

"Click"

The spear formed by the arc was crushed by Shen Qiu's five fingers. In the flash of light that surged and scattered in all directions, he straightened up.

"Using ghosts and martial arts to suppress a mortal martial artist like me is really not martial arts, but considering that you are not a martial artist yourself and do not have the heart of martial arts, it is not accurate to say this."

Shen Qiu's left hand was combined into a finger sword, and a wisp of black sand aura was transmitted from the sword jade to his body, making his fingers move with a slight sound of wind and thunder.

He looked at the ghost martial arts in front of him and raised his finger sword in front of him.

A trace of blue arc was beating in his fingertips.

"Well, I won't pay attention to it once."