"Roar", at this time, the man in the suit who was in a transformed state attacked in front of the foreign monk, hit the sky with a fierce move, and hit him hard.

The foreign monk stood motionless, withstanding the onslaught of the man in the suit.

Bang!

The muscles of the man in the suit exploded all over his body, and under the quick collision, the tall Yang monk was knocked back again and again.

"Ahh

"Instead of surrendering, you dared to beat me up. Monk Yang said coldly: "So, Master has a saying, this is an act of looking for death." ”

Then, like a fly, the man in the suit was easily flapped and hit the subway wall.

"I knew that there was someone behind this ghost, so I would have cut the grass and eradicate it and kill you," Monk Yang smiled proudly.

"Two fists are hard to beat four hands. The man in the suit wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and sighed.

At this time, the eighteen-year-old man hurriedly took out the red blade from his arms, and said in a cold voice: "Kill him, then deal with the traces, and then leave the subway as fast as possible!"

When the man in the suit heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, his muscles instantly swelled, and he ran towards the foreign monk again.

The handleless blade in the hand of the eighteen-year-old man shone with a terrifying black glow, as if it could kill someone with just one move!

"If you're not afraid of death, attack it!"

Five minutes later, the man in the suit fell to the ground crookedly, his limbs twisted, his bones broken, and his face demented.

The eighteen-year-old man was also pressed against the wall by the foreign monk at this moment, punching him with his fists, and after a while, his eyes became demented.

The foreign monk pinched the magic weapon and exercised the magic stick, and the cold feeling in his palms suddenly warmed, and a ghost opened his teeth and dancing claws and burst out of it.

"This ghost is at least hundreds or thousands of ordinary ghosts, purify it, you can leap over the vision and reach the realm of Tai Buddha, haha......" The foreign monk said, and smashed the magic weapon to exercise the magic stick.

There is a connection between this rod and the ghost, the magic weapon is broken, and the ghost screams: "Roar......"

"Don't. The two men in the suit suddenly spat black blood from their mouths, and a blood mark flowed on the ground.

After the ghosts were purified, they immediately bled and lost their breath.

"All ghosts must be purified, and no one will be left!" said the foreign monk's eyes were cold.

At this moment, a figure was silently approaching him. With the cultivation of foreign monks, they couldn't even sense each other.

After the figure approached the foreign monk, he waved his palm gently, with surging true qi, and patted on the back of the foreign monk, at this moment, he faintly saw that the true qi of the foreign monk's back was condensed and not dispersed.

The foreign monk spurted blood from his mouth. The golden glow in his eyes flashed, and the red rays of the Buddha beads also flashed rapidly, and in a moment, the Buddha beads were scattered on the floor......

"Are you ......" Monk Yang fell to the ground suddenly, looking at the person behind him in disbelief.

"Immortal Yuan Yuan Infancy. Lin Fan's eyes shrank, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

After the figure succeeded in sneaking up, he coughed twice, only to see that his face was pale and he seemed to be seriously injured.

He glanced at the big monk coldly, then turned his head to look at the two men in the suit who fell to the ground, and said loudly: "What two wastes, my hundred-year-old ghosts!"

This person was Sun Zhimiao, the head of the Hollow Sect, and the ghost behind him greedily pounced on the corpses of the two men, devouring their souls with their mouths open.

After the two men's souls were replenished, the ghost was overjoyed in his heart, and his black snake-like body was tightly wrapped around Sun Zhimiao's arm, and he exhaled softly.