After staring at her for a few seconds, the earthworm reluctantly burrowed back into the ground, and when Qiqi turned around and stopped looking at it, it showed a little point and continued to satisfy its curiosity.

The blade of the pure Jun sword suppressed the blade of the long-handled scythe, and the ghost king boy had no strength to fight back for a while, and he retreated one after another, seeing that his heel was about to touch the slope of the depression.

The long-handled scythe slashed several times in the air, and the innumerable crescent scythe, spinning with sharp blades, struck towards Yun Hongluo, blocking his way forward, and the ghost king boy stepped on the slope and flew up the flat ground.

Yun Hongluo did not use the pure Jun sword, but only used the spiritual power emitted by his body to shake open the sickle around his body, and his body shuttled flexibly to chase the fleeing ghost king boy.

Qi Qi crossed his hands and threw out the spiritual power bamboo leaves, resisting the speeding sickle, turning his wrist into a rattan stabbing sword, grabbing the mud on the ground and pasting the front and back, tiptoeing, following Yun Hongluo's footsteps and leaping in the direction of the ghost king boy's escape.

Yun Hongluo, whose spiritual power and physical strength are better than those of the ghost king boy, is like a bamboo. The ghost king boy who hadn't escaped far was intercepted by him, and he hit back, the scythe's brightness and the pure Jun sword were like the brilliance of the water hibiscus, colliding in the dark, as if two lightning bolts were intertwined and entangled in the sky.

Qiqi, who stood silently on the side without interfering, held a rattan stabbing sword, watching their moves and moves, secretly making moves, she had seen the way the ghost king boy escaped, and now she didn't want to watch him escape easily.

The ghost king boy also realized that under the heavy load of his body, the disparity in strength was huge, he did not choose to attack but to defend conservatively, thanks to the blessing of the ghostly body, he narrowly dodged the sharp blade of the pure Jun sword.

After sweeping a few swords, Yun Hongluo jumped up, his wrist downward, a surging sword, the ghost king boy's right hand straightened, and the long-handled scythe directly hit the pure Jun sword that went straight down, and the swords struck each other, making a clanging friction sound.

The cloud is light and the wind is light, the calm Yun Hongluo, the white palm is forceful, the green tendons are highlighted, and the long-handled sickle in the hand of the ghost king boy gradually descends, approaching his body, in such an oppressive situation, Yun Hong falls in his eyes and does not see fear and despair, only the fierceness of persistence.

The sword shadow that suddenly appeared on the left side found the right time to stab at the ghost king boy who was temporarily unable to move.

He bowed his back flexibly, and the swift blade of the sword swooped down, only piercing his wide sleeve, and the sword-wielder didn't care, and before he could react, the blade of the sword fell sharply downwards and removed his entire sleeve, and the hard-picked covered grass fell to the ground.

Yun Hongluo flicked his left hand, and the covered dangrass everywhere was like a firecracker with a lead, and sparks erupted with a bang, and the smoke disappeared.

The cheeks of the ghost king boy who usually leave no traces of emotion, because of the quenching of the covered dancao, became extremely hideous, but under the heavy pressure of his own lack of yin qi and Yun Hongluo's strong attack, he couldn't resist, a pair of innocent baby eyes looked at the two, his eyes were cracked, his back molars bit hard, and the snow-white cheeks were sunken.

Just after Qiqi successfully put down the covered dancao, she didn't eagerly start again, as if she was waiting for something. At this time, Yun Hongluo's arm was strengthened again, and the ghost king boy who gritted his teeth and insisted couldn't bear it, and his arm was bent.

With a bang, in the incredible eyes of the ghost king boy, the weapon that had accompanied him for hundreds of years, the double-sided crescent scythe, broke in front of him like this, and the bright blade that continued to go down was reflected in his motionless eyes, slashing towards him.