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Chapter 27: Fierce Battle

Jiang Songyang's eyes tightened when he heard this, and he said, "Oh."

Xue Zhan said in a deep voice: "There are many masters in this palace, and they are all top masters, even those who are martial arts masters will never be able to leave this Netherworld Palace." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf I were you, I would have slipped away a long time ago. ”

Jiang Songyang smiled and said, "You are not me." Xue Zhan said, "I'm not as stupid as you!"

Jiang Songyang sighed and said, "People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, even if it's a dangerous thing, sometimes we have no choice. However, I would like to give you one word of advice. ”

Xue Zhan said: "I'm listening." ”

Jiang praised and said: "The ghost castle has long been full of evil, and sooner or later it will be destroyed. Your Excellency is a famous senior, so let's leave as soon as possible!"

Xue Zhan shook his head and sighed, "I can't do without it!"

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows and frowned, and said, "Why" Xue Zhan said: "Once you enter the ghost castle, you will never be able to get out!"

Jiang praised "oh", and said: "That is the case, you get out of the way, we go in and kill Xiao Shaofei, and you can leave." ”

Xue Zhan shook his head again and said, "I can't do it!"

Jiang Songyang's eyes tightened, and he said, "Why?"

"I don't know, I just know that I can't let it go, so don't embarrass you anymore!" Xue Zhan looked miserable.

Jiang Songyang also let out a long sigh and said, "Since you are so obsessed, don't blame me for being rude!"

Xue Zhan smiled slightly and said, "So far, there is usually only one end for those who dare to be rude to the old man. ”

Jiang Songyang said: "What kind of end?"

"Death-", as soon as Xue Zhan's voice fell, Jiang Songyang and Yi Zhimei felt a hurricane blow blowing in front of them. The flowers and plants around them have already bowed down, and the verdant leaves have fallen. It's just that this verdant leaf is willing to fall

The sleeves of their coats were already hunting in the wind.

Jiang Songyang smiled slightly, and immediately secretly latent true power, although his body did not move, but there was a sudden gust of wind in all directions. Flying sand and rocks, the sky is dark.

At this moment, Xue Zhan had already raised the broom in his palm, but as soon as he raised it, the broom in his hand immediately became countless crumbs, and it disappeared like smoke in an instant.

Suddenly, Xue Zhan's robe sleeves were already bulging, like a sail with enough wind, and he had already put on his life's work. No matter who it was, they would never dare to underestimate the wind he had used his life's work to emit it, but Jiang Songyang didn't seem to care, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, there was a sound like a dragon roaring in the wind, and the withered leaves flew around, the heavens and the earth were frightened, and the ghosts and gods wept.

Suddenly I heard a loud bang, and when I looked closely, I saw that Xue Zhan had already fallen backwards in response. There was no scream, but blood spurted out, and by the wind, it was like a rain of blood.

The wind has stopped, but the blood has not stopped, and the earth has been stained red. The earth is both a nuisance to life and a place to die. The earth was silent, but there was a sound in the air.

Suddenly, there was a very harsh and strange whistle in the distance, like the most terrible curse in heaven and earth.

Jiang and Yi couldn't help but feel shocked.

As long as there is this demonic whistle, there will be necromantic zombies. I don't know when, a large number of zombie demons have poured out of the surroundings, more than a hundred of them. Their eyes were all miserable, like real zombies, they were real zombies.

At this time, a piercing strange roar was heard, and the two of them felt that a white shadow appeared in front of them, and a thin, dry, and strange white-robed man had approached, and he was a ghost messenger. I only heard him say: "I didn't expect you to be able to break into here!"

The two of them had never heard the voice of the ghost messenger talking, and as soon as it reached her ears, Yi Zhimei almost vomited, and the sound was even more ugly and strange than the sound of a rattlesnake.

Jiang Songyang snorted and said, "You are also here to send you to death."

The ghost envoy smiled and said, "You must also see that this envoy is by no means a person who is easy to die!"

Jiang Songyang said coldly: "I can't see it. ”

The ghost messenger's eyes flashed, and he said, "If you can't see it, you can only die!"

Jiang Songyang smiled faintly and said, "I can't die, but you have to die!" The ghost messenger frowned and said, "How can you see it?"

Jiang Songyang said without passing through the dust: "Haven't you seen that I already have a knife in my hand" The ghost messenger snorted coldly and said, "This envoy really can't see the difference between this knife. ”

Jiang Song said: "This knife is called the Thunder Knife. Although his tone was very calm, the ghost messenger's face changed sharply, and he said, "This is really the Thunder Knife of Lu Jinchen, the master of the Divine Sword Pavilion in the past, the Thunder Knife that can kill people ten steps away."

Jiang praised: "Exactly. ”

The Ghost Messenger was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Jiang Songyang said coldly: "I know that although you are laughing, you are extremely scared in your heart. ”

The smile on the ghost messenger's face became unnatural when he heard this, and he coughed dryly, "The knife is a good knife, but I don't know how your sword is."

Jiang praised and said: "The sword technique is not good, it is just the dragon sword technique. ”

The ghost messenger of the "Spiral Dragon Knife Technique" was unconsciously moved, "Can ...... But in the past, the 'Divine Knife' Feng Rui's Spiral Dragon Knife Technique"

Jiang praised and said: "Not bad. ”

The ghost messenger said twice, "The dragon sword technique, but the original envoy is not a dragon. ”

Jiang praised and said: "Of course you are not a dragon, you are just a worm." ”

After a long silence, the ghost messenger suddenly said, "Hmph." ”

Jiang Songyang frowned and said, "What does this 'hum' mean?"

The ghost messenger said miserably: "This 'hum' means that the envoy is about to make a move!" Jiang and Yi moved, and he could already see that Yi Zhimei's martial arts were weaker than Jiang Songyang's.

What a quick attack!

In the blink of an eye, the ghost messenger's hands were already on Yi Zhimei's throat.

Suddenly, a dazzling cold light flashed, and the long sword in Yi Zhimei's palm had already touched the heart of the ghost messenger, but it never pierced, because the ghost messenger was already the top master in the rivers and lakes - the top martial arts, the top light skills.

The ghost messenger twisted his waist and floated away. Rao was like this, he still felt that the sword wind swept his throat painfully, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

He really couldn't have imagined that in just a few days, Yi Zhimei's martial arts had been perfected. However, it was Yi Zhimei who was even more surprised, she didn't expect that the power of this set of "chasing phoenix swordsmanship" was so great, and she was stunned.

Although she failed to kill the Ghost Messenger with this move, she was not in a hurry, because she already had the confidence to win. As long as you have faith, you will be fearless in any difficult matter.

But the ghost messenger has no faith, and without faith he will lose his fighting spirit, and the only thing that awaits him is death.

As soon as Jiang Songyang drew his knife out of its sheath, a large number of zombies screamed and pounced. Although they do not have a blade in their hands, they are far more terrible than having a blade.

Their bodies are already like iron walls, and their palms, fingers, fists and feet are more powerful than swords, but what is unexpected is that their bodies are no longer mechanical and rigid, but on the contrary, they are indescribably agile and weird.

Agility is naturally more terrifying than rigidity, but what is even more terrifying is the knife in Jiang Songyang's palm. Although he was holding a Thunder Knife in his hand, what he was using was not a Thunder Sword Technique.

In the rivers and lakes, no one can resist the dragon sword technique, people can't, and ghosts can't.

Jiang Songyang's body is like a dragon, and his sword is as fast as light, and wherever he goes, a head rolls down from his neck.

The Thunder Knife in Jiang Songyang's hand slashed frantically towards the attacking Zombie Demon as if it were a demon. But when he saw the sword in his hand, he slashed it off. This trick is not weird, and there is no cumbersome and mysterious change, but this is the first split, it has been changed back after thousands of changes, and it has returned to the basics and reached perfection.

In the midst of the flying heads, Yi Zhimei and the ghost messenger had already fought fiercely for more than a dozen moves.

Although the body of the ghost messenger is extremely agile and erratic, it has been sluggish and sluggish under the pressure of Yi Zhimei's sword moves like lightning and wind, and the signs of defeat have been presented.

After a few more moves, the ghost messenger suddenly shouted, and then his five fingers were bent into hooks, and his hands attacked Yi Zhimei's chest and back of the heart.

This move is already his desperate move, and the desperate trick is usually a trick, but his trick is not endless.

But in a flash of dazzling cold light, the ghost messenger had no hand, and his hand had fallen to the ground.

The master fights fiercely, and if he has no hands, he usually dies, and the ghost messenger has to die, because Yi Zhimei followed the sword and stabbed him in the heart.

The three-foot cold Qingfeng had already passed through his chest, and the ghost messenger had two "Gege" sounds in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, and blood had spurted out of his mouth.

With a "bang", he fell to the ground on his back, blood flowing wildly. For a moment, he looked like a dried zombie.

There was a choking smell of blood in the wind, and just when Yi Zhimei had just smelled this smell of blood, Jiang Songyang's scream came from behind her.

No matter how strong a master of martial arts is, in the face of these hundreds of zombies with superb martial arts and invulnerability, he will never dare to guarantee that he will not be injured.

Yi Zhimei turned around in horror when she heard the sound, and she had already seen the injured Jiang Songyang. At this point, there were only two Necromantic Zombies left in the field.

Yi Zhimei was about to fly to the rescue, but saw the thunder knife in Jiang Songyang's hand slash out, and with a "brush" sound, it had split a zombie demon in half from head to toe. He turned around and pressed his backhand on the top of the head of another zombie demon, and as soon as he vomited his internal force, he heard a loud "bang", and the head was shattered steeply, and his brain was splashed on the ground.

Jiang Songyang held his long knife on the ground, his expression was miserable, and blood was already spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, Yi Zhimei had already rushed to him, and hurriedly supported him, and her face was full of concern.

Jiang Songyang took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and said, "Mei'er, I'm not in the way, you don't have to worry." With that, he took Yi Zhimei's hand and strode towards the Netherworld Hall a few feet away.