Cheng Li tried to rush over several times, but was forced back.

Those ghosts who wandered outside the military formation were even more terrible. The two disciples who had succeeded in beating Luo 123 had no power to fight back, and their corpses were blown into the sky and swirled.

Cheng Li is strange, An Xian has obviously been stunned by the wail of the resentful spirit, why hasn't her fan's attack been invalid?

Cheng Li rushed to An Xian for the fourth time, but heard a miserable howl. He looked back, and his eyes cracked.

A young general in silver armor rode a snow-white ghost horse, and as soon as the horse's hooves went down, he kicked one of Hong Guang's arms into a crushed fracture. Hong Guang only screamed, and before he could escape, a spear was handed to Hong Guang's chest.

This spear turned out to be a yin thing, if there was no spiritual blessing, even if it stabbed Hong Guang, Hong Guang would only perceive a yin wind sweeping by, and at most it would be attacked by ghost qi. This kind of ghost qi invasion, mortals may linger on the sickbed, Hong Guang such a spiritual marrow realm cultivator, with a rush of spiritual power, can disperse the ghost qi accumulated in the body, and heal without medicine.

However, this young general has mastered the technique of condensing yin spiritual power, and condensed his yin spiritual power on this spear.

Just heard a "poof", Hong Guang's chest stabbed with a spear. The tip of the gun goes in from the front chest and out from the back.

Cheng Li's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw his son speak. But he didn't choose to pounce on Yue Yun, but pounced on An Xian again. He subconsciously still felt that the ghost servant himself was not assertive, and these were all idle manipulations. As long as An Xian is killed, these ghosts will naturally stop. When the time comes, chase these ghosts back, refine their souls, and take them for their own use.

Yue Yun stabbed Hong Guang with a shot, and did not pull out the spear, but picked up Hong Guang with the body of the spear, and took advantage of the situation to rush towards Hong Bozha, who rushed to the rescue.

When Hong Bo saw his brother flying towards him, he immediately panicked, but he didn't dare to shoot the spiritual wave in his palm, which was obviously ready to go. If you want to shoot it, you have to blast Hong Guang into meat scraps. He hesitated, and as soon as he retracted his palm, Yue Yun's spear pierced over.

Humb hurriedly jumped away, however, an object flew away after him. Hong Bo was shocked, and subconsciously slapped it with his backhand, and his palm slapped on the object, and he recognized that it was Hong Guang.

Hongguang, who originally had some breath, received this palm again, slammed on the ground, and there was no sound at all.

Hong Bo screamed miserably, and pounced on Yue Yun to fight hard.

Cheng Li finally put aside the locust arrows and pounced in front of An Xian, but saw a smile on the corner of An Xian's mouth. Cheng Li knew that An Xian was sober, but he was not afraid. His cultivation is a whole level higher than An Xian.

An Xian raised his hand and pulled it over, Cheng Lituo was big, staggered slightly, and grabbed An Xian's arm, wanting to grab the white blade empty-handed.

He grabbed An Xian's arm, and An Xian's hand spread out as Cheng Li expected. The fan was taken off, and Chengli went to pick up the fan. However, something strange happened, and the fan swung slightly, avoiding Cheng Li's claws, jumped up, and slapped the handle of the fan on Cheng Li's hand.

Cheng Li's pupils suddenly widened. The sharp pain in his hand caused him to scream. The fan didn't stop there, with a flick on his wrist, shattered his wrist bone, jumped up again, and pumped it on his head. Cheng Li's consciousness blurred in an instant. I didn't figure out how the fan moved on its own.

An Xian pushed the fog Hua beside him, and with a thought, he grabbed Cheng Li and fell head-on.

"Ahh

Wuhua was frightened by the "wailing of resentful spirits" and was in a state of distraction, and was pushed by the rest, and immediately sobered up.

Wuhua looked at it and was startled. Sister Anxian was pressed under Cheng Li, Cheng Li pinched his sister's throat with both hands, and his sister held Cheng Li's hand with both hands, trying to break Cheng Li's hand, but she couldn't break it. My sister's quiet little suffocation was red and suffocated.

"Uncle!" Wuhua still thought of family affection and went to push the ceremony. Cheng Li's body shook as he pushed, but he still held An Xian's throat tightly.

"Brother-help-" An Idle shouted bitterly and sadly.

From a top-down perspective, Wuhua naturally couldn't see that Cheng Li's pupils were already dilated and he was already out of breath, and he only thought that Cheng Li was about to kill his sister.

Wuhua raised his flying sword, which paused in the air, but in the end he stabbed it down. The flying sword pierced deep into Cheng Li's back, and the tip of the sword drilled out of his chest.

An Xian suddenly exerted force, pushed Cheng Li away, turned over and got up, made an extremely frightened look, and hugged Wuhua suddenly. "Brother!"

Wuhua was originally killed for the first time, and it was his uncle who was killed, and his heart was almost broken, and he was hugged by An Xian, and hurriedly made himself strong. He thought, "I can't be timid!" Otherwise, my sister will be even more afraid!

"Sister, don't be afraid! I'm here!" Wuhua gently patted An Xian's back, trying to straighten his thin back, making himself look as indestructible as a mountain.

An Xian cried a few times, and then stabilized. Wuhua breathed a sigh of relief and looked around, but was startled again.

Under the siege of the ghosts, the two disciples of Hong Bo, Hong Guang and Cheng Li all fell in a pool of blood. The ghouls of the two disciples and the wraiths of Chengli stood dumbfounded, motionless.

An Xian asked, "Brother, did you freeze these ghosts?"

Wuhua shook her head and said, "Her life and soul are sealed in the ghost bag, and the mark of Chengli is imprinted. After Chengli's death, the soul is thrown into reincarnation, the mark is shattered, and the soul of the resentful spirit is damaged. Without a hundred years, she can't recover. ”

An Xian sighed lowly, waved his hand to Yue Yun and the other ghosts, and asked them all to return to the ghost mound. Because Wuhua and Ge Fei were there, An Xian didn't let them take away the corpses on the ground.

The Valhalla retreated, and the queue was also neat. Ge Fei's eyes, which could be seen in mid-air, flashed with brilliance.

Ge Fei was originally prepared to rescue An Xian and Wuhua when they were defeated. He doesn't go to war, but that doesn't mean he can't save people. Unexpectedly, this battle An Xian and Wuhua not only won, but also won cleanly.

Wuhua searched out the ghost bag from Cheng Li's body, made a few seals, and put the resentful spirit into the ghost bag. He used the same method to put away the ghouls of Chengli's disciples.

Wuhua carried three ghost sacs and looked at the five corpses on the ground, full of sorrow. He grieved that these five were his relatives and wanted to kill him. He was worried, his uncle and eldest cousin were dead, how should he tell the outside world? Five of his classmates died at once, how would he explain to the sect?

An Xian said: "Brother, let's go quickly." No one can know that we killed them. Otherwise, we'll both die. She raised her head and looked at Ge Fei, "Grandpa the ruin, you didn't see anything, did you?"