Zhu Ge's face was expressionless, holding a spear, and he stepped forward.

The soles of his feet hit the ground, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and instantly came to the young man's body and stabbed down with a shot.

Zhu Ge suddenly attacked, but the young man was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, tilting his head unhurriedly to avoid the attack, and then slapped his palm obliquely, unloading the spear to the side.

Zhu Ge followed with a kick, and the boy met with his left fist, only to hear a loud bang, and the boy slipped backwards, his body kept spinning.

The boy laughed, patted the ground with both hands, stopped the backward trend, and got up.

"In such a hurry?" the boy raised an eyebrow.

Zhu Ge glanced at him, and his figure disappeared.

The young man suddenly looked up, only to see the spear slashing down in the air, as if a blood-colored lightning had descended!

The young man was a little at his feet, his body flew back, and the spear caught up like a bone, like a sharp arrow, and stabbed the young man in the chest.

In the face of this overwhelming blow, the young man who called himself the "Ghost Sword" was empty-handed and did not see the long sword.

With a smile on his face, he held out two fingers and held them forward.

The fingertips wrapped around the overlord just hit the tip of the gun.

A crisp bang in the local area!

The young man's two fingers seemed to be cast of steel, and he forcibly blocked the spear, and the barrel of the spear was bent into an exaggerated arc in an instant.

Zhu Ge's complexion remained unchanged, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, and he launched an awakening.

Boom ——!

The fighting qi in his body spewed out like a volcano, Zhu Ge took half a step back, shook his shoulders, and the gun started again, directly taking the young man's face.

The boy still met with two fingers, but this time, a huge force like a mountain suddenly came from the tip of the spear, and he retreated several steps in succession, and each step cracked the ground.

Before his body could stand firmly, Zhu Ge's spear attacked again, and the young man attacked with two fingers, but he was directly shot away by the spear wrapped in surging fighting energy!

This empty hall was not spacious, and the boy who flew out upside down hit the wall when he landed.

Click, click!

The boy slammed into the wall and cracked, the ground trembled, and dust fell from the ceiling.

Zhu Ge immediately dodged to follow, not giving his opponent a chance to breathe, and attacked again. The young man's figure moved sideways, leaning against the wall, and quickly left Zhu Ge's attack range.

Suddenly, the wind picked up in the hall.

But it was Zhu Ge's figure that brought a gust of wind, and once again appeared in front of the young man, his wrist flipped, and the spear stabbed out at a strange angle!

Such a swift way of moving is exactly the Zhu family's unique method, and the blood is in the sky!

Seeing that the tip of the gun was about to stab the young man's eyebrows, Zhu Ge suddenly felt a flower, and found that the young man had disappeared out of thin air.

But the spear did not fail, piercing the wall and digging a large hole.

In an instant, the rubble flew and the dust was stirred.

Zhu Ge pulled out his spear and turned his head to look, only to see the young man standing in the center of the hall, his hands in his pockets, looking leisurely.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

The boy smiled, "You're a little more powerful than I thought." ”

"Idiot. Zhu Ge sneered.

"You're rude. ”

The boy pouted, "When you're dead, I'll keep your mouth shut." ”

"That's a lot of nonsense. Zhu Ge sneered.

The young man stretched his waist, raised his feet, and said leisurely: "Give you a lesson, let you know to respect the strong." ”

The boy fell.

Knock ——!

A dull loud bang sounded in the hall, and the stone bricks under the boy's feet exploded, and the terrifying power seeped into the ground, not only causing the entire hall to shake violently, but even the passage outside the hall also shook the floating dust.

The young man used his strength to rush forward, his body turned into a barely visible afterimage, pounced on Zhu Ge's side, and smashed into Zhu Ge's chest with a punch!

The fist with black fighting spirit tore through the air, causing a piercing explosion!

This punch was amazingly fast, even if Zhu Ge had already reacted, his heel twisted sideways and turned around, it was still a punch that hit the shoulder!

Bang ——!

The fist touched the shoulder, instantly shattering the [hegemonic body] attached to Zhu Ge's body, Zhu Ge's burly body was like crashing into a high-speed train, the whole person retreated backwards, his feet ploughed a ravine on the ground, and where he passed, gravel splashed!

The boy dodged in and punched again.

Zhu Ge quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest, blocked his fist, and the powerful blow sent him back again, his back slamming into the wall.

The wall behind him collapsed, revealing a large cloud of dirt.

Blood burst out of Zhu Ge's mouth, holding the gun on the ground, clutching the barrel of the gun.

"How?"

The young man slowly retracted his fist, smiled and said, "My fist, is it much more powerful than your spear?"

Zhu Ge was silent for a moment and asked, "What is your purpose?"

The boy is one of the members of the archaeological team, and since he is from the Ghost Shadows, the other four members are most likely members of the Ghost Shadows.

Zhu Ge had encountered the ghosts and shadows during the re-examination of the Martial God Academy, and he knew very well that this was a group of terrible guys, and he couldn't use common sense to judge their strength.

Previously, Su Yu had tested the bucket level of the archaeological team members with a bucket level measuring table, and this young bucket level was obviously only 800.

But at this moment, the strength shown by the young man is clearly the realm of consciousness!

And the bucket level is at least more than 70,000!

The boy grinned.

"Why should I tell a dead man?"

————

Ji Xuanwu walked in a passage and suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

There was a stone gate ahead, and a young girl paced out of it, carrying a bloody human head in her hand.

Ji Xuanwu glanced at the head and raised his eyebrows.

The head is the middle-aged man with a knife, and Ji Xuanwu remembers that this person's fighting level is 63412 points.

"Gee, good luck. ”

The girl smiled and said, "Ji Xuanwu, I have long wanted to fight with you." ”

"Who is the girl, why is it so heavy?"

Ji Xuanwu smiled and said, "I don't seem to have dumped you, right?"

The girl threw away the human head casually, and the smile on her face was even worse.

"Ghosts, ghosts. ”

(End of chapter)