A vague black shadow slowly drifted from the gravel and dust mist, a cloud of black mist, drifting behind it.

It raised its head and looked at Xiao Yang indifferently, its yellow pupils were extremely cloudy, and behind it, it was draped in a linen robe like a cloak, and the end of the robe was broken into wisps, looking like it had been picked up from the wild.

The most eye-catching thing is the two claws hanging down beside him, at a glance, dry as eagle claws, as if there is no moisture, sharp nails, swirling with a trace of black gas.

Tomb Keeper, a fifth-order high lord-level spirit beast, dark attribute.

"Fifth-Order Spirit Lord. Pang Phong looked at the tomb keeper who was three feet above the ground, and his eyelids couldn't help jumping, according to the information they had, this Song Yin should only be a fourth-order spirit master, but the strength he showed now had exceeded their expectations.

"I knew this was the case, so I let Youli and Xiao Yang in. Pang Fei's face was slightly ugly, although his Dark Bamboo Soul was only one step away from the fifth order, it was still a lot worse than the tomb guarding ghost.

Moreover, this mass grave forest is also the most natural battlefield for tomb guards.

"Hehe, two little guys, which of you wants to engrave your name on this tombstone first?" Song Yin smiled faintly, as if the situation in the field had been firmly controlled by him.

Hearing this, Pang Peng's face twitched slightly, and in his heart, he had already sprouted the intention of retreating, he came to the Phantom Light Empire, just to experience some training, but he didn't expect to experience such a disparity in fighting.

However, retreating now will undoubtedly leave a bad impression on Yuri, and no matter what, he will not allow this situation to live.

After a little muttering, Pang Peng's eyes suddenly had a gleam of light passing by.

"Xiao Yang, are you afraid?"

Turning his head, Pang Peng looked at Xiao Yang's side face, and pretended to be calm: "If you are afraid, leave the battlefield quickly, so as not to wait for the next fight to start and get in the way here." ”

After saying this, Pang Peng was overjoyed in his heart, he believed that as long as this statement came out, Xiao Yang would definitely not back down, and would even take the initiative to fight.

In this age of strong blood, what they like to do most is to fight and win, and a little stimulation from the outside world will make their hearts surge.

In Pang Peng's sneering eyes, Xiao Yang took a deep breath, immediately raised the soles of his feet, took a step back, and said solemnly: "You be careful, if the situation is not right, I will help." ”

Looking at Xiao Yang, who was retreating farther and farther away, the ridicule in Pang Peng's eyes suddenly froze, and a look of disbelief rose to his face.

Xiao Yang, actually retreated?

At this moment, the idea in his heart was completely disrupted, and his mouth opened, but there was still no sound.

"Hehe, it looks like I'm going to have work to do again. ”

Picking up the chisel in his hand, Song Yin said coldly: "Tomb keeper, screw off that kid's head for me." ”

"Huh!"

The tomb keeper's body moved, as if turning into a black shadow, flashing in front of Pang Peng's body, and his withered claws like eagle claws brought up a fierce wind and tore down fiercely.

"Bell!"

Just when the claws of the tomb keeper were about to touch Pang Peng's face, a slender bamboo pole poked out from the side, and the sharp bamboo tip was precisely pressed against the palm of the tomb keeper.

Taking advantage of this gap, Pang Peng hurriedly retreated and withdrew from the battle circle, and when he saw Xiao Yang, who was sitting on a huge rock, leisurely watching the battle here, his teeth couldn't help but bite together fiercely, making a creaking sound.

This is the second time he has dug a pit and not to Xiao Yang, but only to himself.

The claws were pressed against the pitch-black bamboo pole, and the corners of the tomb keeper's mouth set off a sly smile, and then its palm slammed into force, and the body of the Dark Bamboo Soul regressed again and again.

"Whew!"

After withdrawing a few sheets, the eyes of the Dark Bamboo Soul were cold, and his free left hand slapped the bottom end of the bamboo pole, and a sharp bamboo sword suddenly flashed with a sharp luster, and it shot out from the tip of the bamboo pole, instantly piercing the palm of the tomb keeper.

Pulling out the bamboo sword that had grown several times, the Dark Bamboo Soul swung out several swords in a row, only to see a few black arcs of light flashing, and there were a few more clear blood marks on the arms of the tomb guard.

His eyes flashed slightly, Xiao Yang's eyes looked at the back of the Dark Bamboo Soul without blinking, the degree of this spirit beast wielding the bamboo sword was too fast, not to mention a tomb guard ghost at the level of a fifth-order high lord, even if it was a sixth-order, it might not be able to keep up with it.

"That's it, drain its blood for me!" Pang Phong saw that the Dark Bamboo Soul had the advantage, and his eyes couldn't help but be happy, if he could kill the tomb guard ghost by leapfrogging, after returning to Wind and Snow City, he would undoubtedly have the capital to brag about.

Perhaps, Yuli can also look up at him.

"It's too early to rejoice. Xiao Yang shook his head solemnly, the tomb guard ghost has already taken precautions, and it is difficult for the current Dark Bamboo Soul to take advantage of it again.

"Roar!"

Looking at the bamboo sword that stabbed violently, a beast-like roar came out of the tomb keeper's mouth, and then the claws spread out, and the spiritual power surged, its claws actually expanded three or four times at this moment, and on the surface, there seemed to be strange black lines, which were particularly terrifying.

High Lord-level Psychic Skill, Ghoul Hand!

"Huh!"

The huge claws slammed down, and the Dark Bamboo Soul that rushed over was directly slapped more than ten feet away, and the body retreated violently, smashing a few tombstones, before slowly stopping.

"Dark Bamboo Soul, rain with swords!" Pang Fei looked at the tomb keeper who was following closely and hurriedly shouted.

"Crackling!"

Enduring the sharp pain in his wrist, the Immortal Bamboo Soul shook the bamboo sword in his palm, and the bamboo body wrapped around it was suddenly peeled apart and opened, and finally only a bright thin sword remained, which was tightly held in its hand.

Suspended above a tombstone, the thin sword in the hand of the Dark Bamboo Soul slowly stabbed out, and the space in front of him seemed to be marked with a clear crack at this time.

"Whew!"

With the stabbing of this sword, countless sharp sword lights appeared around the Dark Bamboo Soul, and immediately swept away towards the tomb guards who rushed over.

The rag robe on his body fluttered in the wind, and the tomb keeper looked at the sword light in the sky, not only did not retreat in the slightest, but instead had a cruel smile, which lifted at the corner of his mouth.

With two hands and claws, in front of the tomb keeper's body, the black qi frantically condensed, and in an instant, it turned into a tombstone.

The tombstone seemed to be mutilated and full of cracks, but the moment it appeared, Pang Peng's face suddenly changed.

"Wow!"

Carrying the sound of the hurried wind, the stone tablet in the hands of the tomb keeper suddenly smashed down, and the sword light that stabbed one after another was directly blasted into a point of light in the sky, and finally the thick stele body was mercilessly slammed on the body of the Dark Bamboo Soul.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound sounded, and the body of the Dark Bamboo Soul flew upside down, drawing a trace on the ground that was a hundred feet long, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a pop.

Looking at this scene, Pang Peng's face was sluggish, and his Soul of the Dark Bamboo was defeated......

(End of chapter)

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