Ying Long chased after the spell mage closely, and Bai Ze followed behind him with a roar, Ying Long jumped on the horse and shouted:

"Little ghost, you can't run!"

The spell flew faster, and stubbornly muttered:

"No! I'm going to run!"

He was hiding among the dead trees, and Ying Long couldn't catch him, so he couldn't help but be quite annoyed

The spell spirit ran wildly with tears: "I want to be faster! I want to be faster! The ghost clan can't die! The ghost clan can't die!" The ghost yuan on his leg poured out, and when he stopped, it was also the time to die.

Ying Long was stunned, hurriedly grabbed the reins, waved his hand and said, "Don't run away! If you run any longer, you will die!"

The spell spirit was still running wildly, and the ghost yuan on his body poured even harder, he ran exhausted to an ancient temple in a wasteland, and threw himself on the bronze bell of the ancient temple, and with a deafening loud noise, he smiled happily: "I-I did it!

That spell spirit tried his best to ring the bronze bell to warn the ghost clan, Ying Long's heart was shocked again, what kind of demon clan was he facing? He put away the serrated sword and stood aside.

The bell rang incessantly, resounding across the dark and narrow earth.

"When!

Ying Long smiled bitterly, slowly walked into the ancient temple, the temple door is a little dilapidated, there are a few crooked neck trees standing in front of the door, the crows on the trees are curled up, the withered vines are half hanging among the branches, there is only a big bronze bell and an offering table in the temple, and there is a tablet standing on the offering table.

The tablet reads: The spiritual seat of the father covering the sea,

There is also a line of small words next to it: Covering the sea was born at the beginning of heaven and earth, when chaos first opened, he founded the ghost clan all his life, revised the "Ghost Codex", and died in the hands of the old Jiuxiao Flower of the Four Realms to fight for the burial of the soul, woohoo sad!

There were a few white candles burning in front of the tablet, the candle flame was shaking lonely, and there was a red flower in the incense burner, bright red like blood.

Ying Longxin said: Covering the sea was defeated by the hands of the ancestors, but he is also a senior, and it is appropriate to kowtow to him, he bowed down and bowed to the tablet facing the sea.

An angry shout suddenly sounded behind him: "Boy, what are you pretending to do!"

Before Ying Long could turn back, a ghost-headed broadsword slashed horizontally, and he hurriedly held a serrated sword to resist, shaking him out of the ancient temple with great force, and rolled around the wasteland a few times.

Ying Long struggled to stand up and sneered: "Suzuki, long time no see!"

Suzuki Miyako carried a ghost-headed knife on his shoulder, stood in front of the temple gate and refused to come out, but looked back and forth alertly, he said:

"What about your two masters, call them out!"

Seeing his uncertain appearance, Ying Long couldn't help but laugh secretly, and said, "My master said, wait a while, I'll open it, if I can't beat you, he will be able to make a move!"

Suzuki's face was pale, he knew that no matter which one of Xinan and Wang Zhulu came, he would have to save his life in this ghost clan's black narrow room, not to mention that he made a bad move when he and Ying Long were fighting, he shouted loudly and scolded: "You fart, your two masters are both famous swordsmen in the North Sea, how can they sneak attack others! You are clearly a liar!"

Ying Long spread his hands and said helplessly: "As my master said, you don't have to obey the way of a swordsman to deal with a despicable villain like you!"

Suzuki's forehead was shocked into a cold sweat, he was half-arched, the ghost head knife was across his chest, his eyes were straight for fear of letting go of a little wind and grass, and he said in his heart: What this kid said has some truth, that Xinan must be hiding in the dry grass, I must not lean over for a while, where will Wang Zhulu hide?

Seeing that he was hesitant, Ying Long raised his sword and rushed away, the sawtooth sword in his hand was slightly fluorescent, and shouted:

"Eighty-nine Xuantian Gong - Thousand Miles of Spirit Horse!"

Ying Long and Bai Ju Liang fused into one, like a strong wind sweeping out, Suzuki hurriedly raised his sword to parry, and shouted:

"Thirty-three Passages of the Nose - Death Tribulation I"

The ghost's big knife whirred, and the white horse that was stabbing head-on was bright, sparks flew on the knife body, and the two of them compared their strength, Ying Long shouted:

"Master, you should sneak up on his left armpit, now is your chance!"

Suzuki was stunned, and shouted in a hurry: "Ouch, it's terrible, it's terrible!" He was afraid that Xinan would take the opportunity to stab him in the left armpit, and his heart was extremely flustered, and the ghost head knife technique was also chaotic.

Ying Long took advantage of the gap to bully him and punched Suzuki in the chest, knocking Suzuki back a few steps and falling to the ground.

Suzuki shouted angrily to the surroundings: "You two (Xinan and Wang Zhulu) are coming out, what kind of heroes are hiding and hiding!"

Ying Long ran away laughing wildly, and the sawtooth sword stabbed at Suzuki who fell, Suzuki hurriedly retreated, and stood up with a backflip, shouting:

"Thirty-three of the Nose Road - Shura Hell!"

The ghost-headed broadsword slapped on the ground, and the air wave shot out with the gravel, Ying Long hurriedly retreated, danced a sword flower, blocked the stone from his body, and then jumped into the air, falling straight down, stabbing Suzuki on the ground.

The ghost head big sword in Suzuki's hand swung wildly, setting off a strong wind on the ground, he was originally one of the four masters of Beihai City, and his kendo attainments were really very, but while competing with Ying Long, he paid attention to Wang Zhulu and Xinan, who did not exist, so he ended up in such a mess.

Ying Long supported the white crane shadow, and with a burst of explosion, the tip of the sword had already pierced the top of Suzuki's head, and Suzuki snorted coldly: "Thirty-three of the Nose Dao - Shura Hell!"

He was about to swing his knife to shake Ying Long away, but Ying Long shouted, "Master, don't laugh, stab him in the back!"

Suzuki was in a hurry, he didn't know whether to repel Ying Long, or protect his back from being sneak attacked, at this moment he wished he had three heads and six arms, at such a critical moment, Ying Long had already stabbed down, he landed on the ground and rolled, only to hear the sound of "stab", but his arm was not spared, he was stabbed with an extremely long wound, and the blood flowed for a while!

Ying Long kicked Suzuki out of the way.

Suzuki rolled a few laps on the wasteland, his hand on his left arm, his face as pale as paper.

Ying Long: "What's the matter?"

Suzuki sighed: "I'm not willing to lose to you boy! I'm not reconciled! You call your two masters out and let them kill me!"

Ying Long: "Master is afraid that you will dirty the sword when you kill you!"

Suzuki smiled bitterly: "What's wrong with me, I just defended the North Sea Kendo, did I do something wrong? You master and apprentice didn't come thousands of miles to kill me in this dark narrow room!Hahaha-hahaha-"

After saying that, he was about to kill himself with a horizontal sword, and a group of ghost soldiers and spells came up from all sides, and the leading ghost soldiers waved their hands in a hurry and said:

"General, don't do it! With our ghost clan's 'secret method', there may be a chance of victory!"

Suzuki's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted, "Yes, I must not defeat you boy!"

He opened his mouth, swallowed all the ghost qi in the wasteland, and his body instantly doubled in size, the muscles on his body burst his clothes, and his mouth gasped heavily, shouting;

"Stinky boy, are you looking for death?"