Cheng Mo quickly pulled out the sword of the heart, and the sword touched the bluestone, making a burst of dragon groans, which made the black-haired old ghost shudder.

For the Cheng Mo in front of him, the black-haired old ghost had been in contact with it before.

When he was at the Guangcheng Psychic Association Testing Center, Cheng Mo seemed to him to be a piece of "food" that could move.

Even before that, the black-haired old ghost looked at him like a piece of food.

But now, Cheng Mo stood in front of him like a god of war, giving him a feeling of facing a strong enemy.

Cheng Mo was forcibly supporting, his body was seriously injured, and he deliberately created an illusion for the black-haired old ghost - he was a master he was difficult to deal with, so that he could retreat.

But the black-haired old ghost was not so easily fooled.

Although his eyes were terrified, he did not back down.

He caressed his wounds, bared his fangs, and roared at Cheng Mo is a few times.

The two of them are playing a game to see who can survive whom.

Cheng Mo was very panicked, because at present, there was no magic weapon in his body that could help him escape, and the only thing he still had was the soul bottle.

But the soul bottle is full of his friends, and he will not use his friends to risk losing their souls to resist the black-haired old ghost in front of him.

Looking at the fierce and vicious appearance of the black-haired old ghost. Beads of sweat appeared on Cheng Mo's forehead.

Cheng Mo pretended to be calm, showing a fearless and fearless appearance.

At this moment, Zhao Huo arrived with the Fire Rong Dao people and their group.

Zhao Huo walked in front of Zhao Xin'er and asked anxiously.

Zhao Xin'er shook her head and said that she was fine, pointing to Cheng Mo in the distance, and some black-haired old ghosts.

"Big brother, Cheng Mo was followed by zombies."

Yama Hui turned his head to look at Zhao Huo and them, one of them was the Fire Fusion Dao people.

But the Fire Fusion Dao person in front of him seemed to be injured, and he didn't have the same spirit as before when he walked.

The Fire Rong Daoist looked in the direction pointed by Zhao Xin'er, and was immediately startled.

Because he saw a back with black hair all over his body, and his heart was terrified at the sight of this back.

Before that, he had been bullied enough by the black-haired old ghost, if he hadn't had that cave, maybe he wouldn't have sucked the blood of the black-haired old ghost as food.

At this moment, he saw Cheng Mo, a layman who had cultivated as an onmyoji with the three grades of great perfection, was actually confronting the black-haired old ghost.

From a distance, the black-haired old ghost was still stroking his chest, as if he was injured. "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect this kid to be able to confront the black-haired zombie, and even hurt the black-haired zombie."

The Huorong Dao people wanted to urge everyone to leave, but when they saw a scene, they couldn't bear to leave, stopped, and stopped to watch.

"Impossible, it's impossible for that kid to get him hurt, to deal with this black-haired zombie, at least if he is a master of the real human realm."

The Fire Melting Daoist remembered the scene of being abused by the black-haired old ghost, and he never believed that Cheng Mo could hurt him in the slightest.

Cheng Mo was hit by the black-haired old ghost, and he was so seriously injured that his body couldn't bear it, and a mouthful of sweetness surged up his throat, and he forcibly swallowed it back.

If he vomits blood, he will definitely be defeated in front of the black-haired old ghost, and the black-haired old ghost will also take the opportunity to rush over and bite his neck off.

The two face off against each other, and victory belongs to the one who has the last laugh.

The black-haired old ghost's expression gradually softened, and he roared a few times, and turned around to leave.

Seeing the black-haired old ghost turn around, Cheng Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Cheng Mo didn't dare to relax, his eyes were like torches, staring at the black-haired old ghost.

The black-haired old ghost suddenly stopped, quickly turned around and pounced towards Cheng Mo, like a lurking beast pounced on his prey.

Cheng Mo was already seriously injured at this time, and quickly blocked in front of him with the Sword of Punishment.

In the face of the major impact of the black-haired old ghost, Cheng Mo floated out quickly like a kite with a broken string, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Cheng Mo's mouth.

Cheng Mo no longer has a weapon on his body that can deal with this black-haired old ghost.

As for the Soul Bottle. It didn't hurt the power of the black-haired old ghost.

Faced with the threat of death, Cheng Mo became unusually calm, because he was seriously injured, and his body had consumed a lot of physical energy, and he was already a little numb.

Uncle Scar, who was not far away, saw this scene and shouted nervously.

"Black-haired zombie, the old man is here, you can come over if there is a kind."

The black-haired old ghost directly ignored Uncle Scar, his footsteps did not stop, his body jumped, and he stretched out his arm and rushed towards Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo's consciousness was a little unclear, and his body fell quickly.

But just as it fell, he seemed to sense someone catching him, and then his man was not a savage fellow like the black-haired old ghost.

But like a father, he caught a child who fell.

Cheng Mo felt that he was not dead, his heavy eyelids were slightly open, and he saw a masked face in front of his eyes.

The man said to Cheng Mo, "Are you okay?"

Cheng Mo coughed dryly, "It's okay." ”

The black-haired old ghost stopped in front of them, a little afraid of the masked man.

The masked man said to the black-haired old ghost, "The black-haired old guy, we haven't seen each other for more than a year. ”

Listening to his voice, and looking at his figure, he should be in his early threes.

Cheng Mo couldn't feel this man's Taoism, but judging from his calm appearance, he should be able to deal with the black-haired old ghost in front of him.

The black-haired old ghost roared and rushed towards them.

As soon as the man stepped down, he also quickly rushed towards the black-haired old ghost, and bombarded the black-haired old ghost with a punch.

"Boom."

The black-haired old ghost was actually punched by this man and flew far away and fell to the ground.

Cheng Mo looked at the man in surprise, "What kind of cultivation is this man?" ”

According to Zhao Tianying's description, he was able to deal with a guy like a black-haired old ghost before he was alive.

From this, it can be inferred that the man in front of him is estimated to have reached the realm of real people.

Cheng Mo sighed in his heart: "How is it possible? This person reached the realm of real people in his thirties, and there are many onmyoji who have spent their entire lives and have not been able to step into the realm of real people. ”

"This person is young, he has such a high level of cultivation, it is estimated that he can't find a master like this in Guangcheng, he should be from a prominent sect outside Guangcheng, or a yin and yang family."

Just as Cheng Mo was thinking, the black-haired old ghost got up from the ground. He rushed towards the man again. The man was not in a hurry, jumped up, dodged the impact of the black-haired old ghost, and stepped on the shoulder of the black-haired old ghost. Take a look at the latest chapter of "Old Corpse Don't Make Trouble with the Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.