Around the boulder, there are nearly 100 people around. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info ridicule people, to say the least, there are more than a dozen people.

However, after the voice fell silent, the jumping head ghost glared at Huang Hao angrily.

Coupled with the fact that this person's name is also deeply related to him, Huang Hao couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It's just that the most important thing at the moment is not to think about what this person has to do with the head-jumping imp outside the game, but to avoid the killer move of the head-hopping imp.

The broken sword came and broke through the air.

Huang Hao was crowded in the crowd, it was difficult to avoid it, so he could only go straight up.

Fortunately, Huang Hao has cultivated Xuan Qi in his body, and he is no longer the useless little handyman, so he will not be at a loss in the face of this sudden attack.

As soon as his mind moved, the black scales quickly covered Huang Hao's left palm, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed the broken sword thrown by the jumping ghost.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the jumping head imp swept over, and when he was three feet in front of him, he suddenly hooked his hands and said with a sneer: "If you dare to laugh at your ghost, let your head jump." ”

As soon as the words fell, Huang Hao felt a tightness around his neck, as if he was strangled by something.

As soon as the jumping head ghost moved his hands, Huang Hao felt that the thing on his neck instantly tightened, and soon it was embedded in the flesh, and blood beads came out. If he didn't find a way to crack it, his head would really jump.

Huang Hao's left hand hooked down his neck, and he really hooked an extremely thin but extremely tough silk thread.

That silk thread was obviously not ordinary, and Huang Hao found that he couldn't break it at all, so he could only barely resist the tightening of this silk thread. this

What is it about this silk thread that it is so tough? Huang Hao was amazed in his heart.

But right now, it's clearly not the time to think about that. Huang Hao suddenly pulled his left hand, hooked a gap in the silk thread around his neck, and then turned over a spirit ape, trying to get out of it.

The jumping head imp naturally wouldn't let Huang Hao dodge so easily. As soon as Huang Hao moved, he naturally moved.

With both hands flipped, two more balls of silk threads sprayed out and wrapped around Huang Hao's body.

Huang Hao wanted to hide, but unfortunately his neck was restrained, and his hand was held by the silk thread, so he couldn't dodge it for a while, and his legs were hit again.

During the fight between the two, the people around them quickly dispersed, and a piece of land was vacated, but no one came out to stop it.

The blue-robed swordsman on the boulder also looked at Huang Hao with blazing eyes, his eyes playful.

"Stinky boy, dare to laugh at the ghost, give me death!" The jumping head imp suddenly shouted, twisted his hands, and was about to use his strength to cut the yellow into several pieces.

Huang Hao panicked, was he going to die here?

"Huh!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the sky, and it swept in a hurry, and actually cut off the silk thread wrapped around Huang Hao's body.

"Who dares to spoil the good deeds of the ghost master?!" the jumping head imp was furious and yelled at the crowd.

Unfortunately, no one answered in the crowd.

Huang Haofu was free, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath, but his gaze at the jumping head ghost was full of anger.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, what kind of grudge do I have against you?!" Huang Hao asked the jumping ghost.

The jumping head ghost looked around, and found no person who threw the hidden weapon, and when he heard Huang Hao's words, he couldn't help but sneer: "Ghost master, I don't think you're happy, is this reason enough?"

It was obviously not enough, but Huang Hao remembered one thing and suddenly felt that it was enough.

At the time of the mission, the Lord of the Gods said that in order to make him adapt to the game more quickly, a group of resisters would be added to the game. These resistors will naturally have hostile feelings towards Huang Hao, and want to kill him as soon as possible.

Before, Huang Hao didn't pay attention to the reminder of the Lord of God Killing. Now, he understands that this jumping head imp must be one of the opponents set by the Lord of God Killing. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why the name of the jumping head imp, which exists outside of the game world, appears in the game.

Since it is a resistant, it is only over if you kill it!

Regardless of inside and outside the game, Huang Hao didn't have a good impression of this jumping ghost, and he killed it.

With a murderous heart, Huang Hao began to calculate that this jumping ghost was coming. After all, this is Huashan, although the jumping head ghost is a member of the Demon Sect, but without a legitimate reason, killing it will still cause trouble for Dafeng Hall.

"In other words, you want to kill me for no reason?" Huang Hao asked coldly.

The jumping head little ghost laughed and said, "Didn't the ghost master say it, if you are not happy, you will have to die!"

Huang Hao said: "You'd better think clearly, this is Huashan, not a place for you to go wild." ”

The little ghost who jumped his head really deserved to be a member of the Demon Sect, and after listening to Huang Hao's words, he became more and more arrogant, and said disdainfully: "What about Huashan? The ghost master is here to wash Huashan in blood, and this Laoshizi Huashan Sword Club is the place where the ghost master became famous in a battle! ”

As soon as these words came out, they were outraged. Although there has long been a convention in the rivers and lakes, during the Huashan Sword Society, whether it is good or evil, it is necessary to temporarily put aside grievances. But this jumping head ghost is so contemptuous of the righteous path of martial arts, how can he not make everyone indignant.

"It's not a small tone, but I don't know if you have the ability. Huang Hao sneered.

The jumping head ghost hooked his hands, looked at Huang Hao with disdain, and said: "You also deserve to say this, if someone hadn't rescued you, your head ghost would have laughed a long time ago." ”

Although Huang Hao was a little jealous of the silk thread of this jumping ghost, he was not without a way to deal with it. Seeing that this jumping head ghost was always three feet away from him, Huang Hao knew that this was the weakness of the jumping head ghost - he was afraid of getting close.

"Then try it, I'm not worthy. As soon as Huang Hao's words fell, the whole person turned into an afterimage, and instantly arrived at the side of the jumping ghost.

Huang Hao made a spirit ape flip, suddenly approached, and then hit three punches in succession according to the chest and abdomen of the jumping head ghost, which was the tiger fighting style in the Seven Killing Punches.

The move is full of force, and there is no effort at all, that is, to knock this jumping head ghost down with one move.

The little ghost's expression changed suddenly, obviously he didn't expect Huang Hao's body to be so fast, and when he came back to his senses, he had already been punched by Huang Hao.

Huang Hao's three punches were gathered together and hit out at a very fast speed.

But the result surprised him. Except for the first punch that felt like it hit the entity, the remaining two punches actually seemed to be empty!

How is this possible? Huang Hao was shocked.

A sly smile appeared on the face of the jumping head ghost, and he said coldly: "I want to know why? Hehe, it's a pity that you don't have a chance." ”

Huang Hao secretly said that it was not good, and immediately wanted to retreat.

It's just still late.

The robe covered by the jumping head ghost suddenly blew out without wind, as if there was no body below the head, and the whole robe fluttered in the wind, covering Huang Hao's whole person.

Huang Hao only felt that his eyes were dark, and then a sharp weapon cut into his neck.

Huang Hao's heart moved, and the scales floating on his left palm immediately wrapped around his neck.

The sharp weapon cut into Huang Hao's neck, and there was a sound of metal striking.

The sinister smile of the jumping head ghost suddenly froze on his face, but Huang Hao seized the opportunity, pulled out the long sword he was wearing at his waist, and cut the robe of the jumping head ghost with a slash on the ground.

In the stunned stunned head jumping ghost, Huang Hao swung his sword and slashed at the neck of the jumping head ghost.