The middle-aged ghost clan was unbelievable, and even became a little angry, and now the ghost fire damage that has been condensed for hundreds of years is not counted, and the ghost weapon he obtained from a ruin has even a trace of cracks, but he can't take this human youth, this time it will be a big loss.

"Boy, if you hurt me, you will be a ghost, and if you destroy my ghost stone lamp, I will break your muscles and bones inch by inch, and make you suffer endless pain in the world, and you will suffer the pain of purgatory!"

The ghost shadow became a little illusory at this moment, and with a roar, the pitch-black arm moved forward, the black mist rippled, and a blood-colored ghost head blood knife appeared, falling into his palm, and there was blood flowing in it, exuding bursts of disgusting aura.

"Kill!"

The figure flickered, turned into a black smoke, the distance of dozens of zhang was crossed in an instant, there were ghost shadows whistling on the ghost head knife, and there were constantly pitch-black grimaces emerging, and in an instant, there seemed to be thousands of ghost shadows dancing wildly in unison, constantly gushing out miserable green fireworks, the air was like a crack and hissing, and the gloomy chill turned into a wave of air and spread.

Xiao Chen didn't dodge either, the heavenly horse wings under his crotch flickered, and the void of dozens of zhang was like a stone's throw away, condescending like a towering house, in front of him, the figure of the middle-aged ghost clan was disproportionate, and the spear in his hand was full of rage, like a cyan streamer across the void.

These days, Xiao Chen's strength has been growing slowly almost all the time, and now his physical body is strong, and his internal organs are abnormally stable, even if it is a short period of time when his qi and blood are rioting, he can be as stable as ever.

His spear is called the Brute Elephant Marksmanship, which is a gun technique he chose from the relics of the Purple Snake Tribe, and after several months of comprehension, it has been mastered, and with the blessing of his majestic battle qi, the reckless aura permeates out.

The gun came out like electricity, and in the dim ghost qi, the whistling sound was like thunder wherever it passed, scorching the surrounding ghost qi, and under the blessing of the battle qi, it was like a cyan fire dragon.

Bell!

In an instant, the cyan war spear had already collided with the blood-colored ghost-headed broadsword hundreds of times, countless sparks burst out, each collision was like an explosion of iron and stone, and a heat wave swept away with bursts of cold, chaotic rocks flying, dust flying, and the powerful air flow made the stone house below constantly collapse, setting off a hot and cold trend.

Laugh at!

In an instant, there was a soft sound, and a ten-zhang long inky cyan spear spit out from the war spear, attached to this will that was overwhelming the world, and it greeted the middle-aged ghost clan like a thunderbolt.

The middle-aged ghost clan resisted again and again, constantly retreating, in the empty eyes, the miserable green ghost flame beat more frequently, at this moment he felt a huge pressure, the young man opposite martial arts cultivation is one level lower than himself, but the combat power is unparalleled, and he actually pressed himself to fight, the three-zhang long war spear, not only faster than lightning, each blow is even heavier than a thousand pounds, every blow on his blood-colored ghost head broadsword, it is like a huge rock falling, shocking his ghost body numb.

What's more important is that Xiao Chen's every blow fell mixed with an invisible will, which staggered his figure suddenly, but just this breath, the opportunity has been lost, and he can only defend passively, such a strong will has made his whole body have a trace of confinement, it seems that the cold qi that was originally beneficial to himself has also condensed, and the pervasive will oppression from all directions makes him daunting with every blow, and it is difficult to exert all his strength, this supreme will is not just comprehended at all, and it is still close to the state of materialization。

"The illusory is true, and the virtual is true! This is the will of the small success!"

The middle-aged ghost clan exclaimed again, the supreme will comprehended by the young man in front of him had entered the door, and there was a substantial appearance, he didn't expect to be encountered by him in this remote and wild place, for the martial artist who comprehended the supreme will, which one is not a genius who fights beyond the ranks, not to mention that the young man in front of him is even more physically strong, his body is like a furnace, and his blood is like a rainbow, which makes all kinds of scenes concentrated on a young martial artist, how can he not be shocked.

However, at the moment, the middle-aged man of the ghost clan is suffering from self-knowledge, but he has to fight, the opponent's marksmanship is like a reckless dragon, and the movement is thunderous, like lightning like the thunder of the Nine Heavens God falling, in addition to the supreme will imprisonment, so that he has no chance to retreat and dodge, and even at this moment his blood-colored ghost head knife is also screaming, the original blood on the blade is like a tide, but at this moment it is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, you must know that the blood on this ghost head knife is condensed by his slaughter of hundreds of thousands of people, extremely evil, ordinary human warriors touch, a moment can be eroded by blood and turned into blood water。

But the scorching aura exuding from the war spear in front of him was hot and masculine, and even more sharp, which was precisely his nemesis of the cold and ghostly spirit.

Burst!

Finally, under Xiao Chen's critical blow, the middle-aged ghost clan was hit by the ghost body, the dark black ghost blood hung on his mouth, and his chest was injured by the scorching masculine battle qi, splitting a large piece of flesh and blood, constantly emitting green smoke, but it was difficult to heal at all, and the arm holding the blood-colored ghost head knife was even more cracked, and he could no longer withstand Xiao Chen's attack.

"Kill!"

Xiao Chen's battle spear moved forward here, and the black war spear was densely covered with inky cyan battle light, but this shot was pierced into the air, and the middle-aged ghost clan turned into a black mist again, which dispersed at once, and condensed again a few zhang away.

"Boy, destroy my ghost weapon, and even interrupt the road of this commander who has been planning for decades to be promoted to ghost marshal, I must avenge this revenge, I remember you, and when this commander comes again, I will leave your entire tribe without leaving chickens and dogs!"

The middle-aged ghost clan's face was even more hideous and terrifying, and the injuries on his body were constantly burning his ghost body, just now in order to get rid of Xiao Chen's confinement, he even cast a broken bloodline forbidden method, forcibly casting it and immediately drained nearly half of his ghost strength and blood, and at this moment, facing Xiao Chen, he no longer had the strength to fight again.

Call!

The next moment, the ghost flickered into a cloud of black smoke, and the subordinates below him were not advisors, and the fierce wind roared towards the outside of the tribe.

"Are you gone?"

Xiao Chen couldn't help but chuckle, such a short distance actually wanted to compete with Tianma, and the next moment, he sat down and spread his wings, and he was already catching up with this black fog across the space.

There was the hissing of gold and iron, and the war spear in Xiao Chen's hand became more and more blazing, and the blue light was like a tide, permeating Zhou Tian like the blue sky descending, but it exuded an incomparably scorching aura, and there were endless killing opportunities.

Boom!

With a faint hiss of gold and iron, a supreme will rose from Xiao Chen's body again, and in an instant, the black mist a few feet away was like a lightning strike, and the whole thing was stagnant in mid-air.

"No!

The black mist converged here to show a figure, but it was terrifying, Xiao Chen's forehead shot was too amazing, making him feel as if a mountain was pressing down, and his invisible will imprisoned his entire body, and his qi and blood condensed. (To be continued.) )