Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Power of the Gun Array

"The banshee that can't even be killed by the earth-level grandmaster, the body is sealed in the light smoke and cold light fan, why did it die, how could it be?!"

The banshee appears as a spirit, and even if it is killed, it will return to the light smoke and cold light fan, and it only needs to replenish its strength to resurface. When he was chased and killed by several earth-level grandmasters, he used the almost immortal banshee to entangle his opponent and get out repeatedly.

However, now, a few human-level knights actually made the body on the light smoke cold light fan disappear, which undoubtedly represents the complete demise of the banshee, why did something that even the earth-level grandmaster had never done, why did it happen in the hands of these people.

'Click!'

Just when the 'Demon Dao' Zhan Xing looked at the light smoke and cold light fan in disbelief, several more beautiful patterns on it began to die and extinguish, making him roar in shock.

"No!"

Urging the secret technique, he wanted to take back the banshee that was released, but no matter how Zhan Xing urged, the silent fog space did not respond in the slightest.

"Damn, what the hell are you guys, get the goblins back. ”

It can almost be called a frenzied roar, 'Demon Dao' Zhan Xing waved his hand to urge, and a gust of wind dispersed the dense fog wrapped in the dead space, but he saw a raging black flame, as black as ink, like a netherworld flame emerging from the depths of hell, and a cold and piercing chill could be felt from a long distance.

Zhan Xing saw at a glance that several banshees were wrapped in black flames and burned, their grievances were burned, and the female ghosts who were forcibly imprisoned by his secret arts, the strange pink on his body slowly faded and turned into holy white light.

When all the pink color was gone, they completely turned into transparent souls, and they shimmered with holy light, bowed to the knight, and with a bang, turned into a point of light in the sky, and were released.

Resentment is dispelled, sin is removed, and the soul becomes pure, returns to heaven and earth, and disperses and disappears.

"No matter what means are used to destroy my light smoke cold light fan, now you are all going to die!"

Witnessing this scene, but powerless to stop it, the 'Demon Dao' Zhan Xing's chest boiled violently, his eyes were as angry as the sea, boundless anger burned from the bottom of his heart, and the surging momentum gushed out, like a huge wave rolled up by a hurricane, lapping the sea, turning suffocating monstrous waves.

'Click!'

The light smoke cold light fan was completely shattered, and it took decades of painstaking effort and time to refine the powerful ** weapon, but it was completely destroyed in an instant. Zhan Xing's most powerful hole card was broken, and the anger in his heart can be imagined.

If before, the 'Demon Dao' Zhan Xing despised the ghost knight a little, but now he regrets it a lot, the light smoke cold light fan was destroyed, and his strength has lost more than thirty percent. However, he still didn't think about whether he would lose or not, after all, he was only facing a few human-level knights.

"This isn't true, is it? They actually broke the methods of the Ground Rank Grandmaster? Is this the strength of the elite knights under the command of the Overseer?It is so terrifying......" The black-clothed Overseer Guard was shocked, he thought that the Ghost God Knight would sink, but he never expected that it would be such a result.

In fact, it is also the 'Demon Dao' Zhan Xing who is unlucky, and he is good at using the means of light smoke and cold light fan, which seems to be invincible and powerful, the unpredictable banshee of the light smoke and cold light fan, the natural spirit body, and the extraordinary energy can be harmed, but he doesn't know it at all, the power of the ghost and god knight comes from the Senluo Palace, and the power of the ghost and god canonized by the secret technique of the Yin and Yang Dao, the power of the world, turned into a ghost flame, and burned the vicious resentment, so that the imprisoned female ghost was released and liberated.

Even if the opponent becomes a ground-level grandmaster, it is impossible to have such power, so he can only blame Zhan Xing for finding the wrong opponent and killing himself.

"Boom!"

Losing the light smoke and cold light fan, his strength dropped by more than three percent, but Zhan Xing was a ground-level grandmaster after all, with a wave of his hand, his big hand crossed the air, and the palm that covered the sky and the sun contained terrifying power, which was suddenly suppressed from above his head, and the surging power was suffocating, as if under one palm, he was going to crush the ghost knight.

Sikong Xiu's face was expressionless, the spear in his hand was a little towards the void, and there was a sneer and sneer in the depths of his eyes, and the roar shook the sky.

"Ghost God Array!

'Poof!'

Suddenly, a dark flame rose from the top of his head and poured into the air, like a fire splashing in the gasoline, instantly igniting the entire sky and burning it, turning into a sea of black flames that covered the sky and the sun.

"Impossible?, just a human-level knight, why are you blocking the Grandmaster's attack?!"

The terrifying power contained in the big hand that covered the sky and the sun not only failed to hit the surging burning black yan, but spread upward, burning the big hand into ashes, and the 'demon path' Zhan Xing screamed miserably, his breath was sluggish, as if he had been hit hard.

"Kill!"

Before Zhan Xing could figure out what was going on, a killing sound suddenly resounded in front of him, and a pitch-black spear pierced through the void, forming an afterimage, stabbing towards his chest, like black lightning, flashing, making his eyes shocked and shocked.

"Bang!"

A punch slammed into the tip of the spear, Zhan Xing's body shook, the spear on the opposite side quickly retracted, and the knight shrouded in black armor stopped and stopped, steady as a rock, not moving at all.

"And what the hell is this flame that can burn my soul?!ah......"

Opening his mouth and spewing out a cloud of blood mist, a trace of black Yan burned down his arm, and it couldn't be dispersed with mana, Zhan Xing was shocked and screamed.

Hei Yan was like a ghost, burning upward, directly acting on the soul, endless flames burned his body, Zhan Xing could barely control his body, he couldn't help but tremble, his heart was turbulent, and a feeling of horror actually rose.

He couldn't figure out how a few human-level knights could threaten him, an earth-level grandmaster, so many times, especially the strange flames, which not only destroyed his magic weapon, the light smoke and cold light fan, but also burned his soul, and he was in a trance, faintly retreating.

Maybe he's regretting it at the moment, why he had to come to this damn Qinghe County.

"Gun array!

Sikong Xiu's spear swung, and the five ghost knights urged the war horse, the position under their feet changed, the four hooves were windy, and the cold tip of the spear flashed with a strange black light that caught people's hearts, and it shot out like lightning, falling towards the vital place on Zhan Xing's body.

'Poof!'

'Demon Dao' Zhan Xing was already seriously injured, and now the strongest magic weapon was destroyed again, his soul was still being burned, and his reaction became sluggish, and the five god and ghost knights who were close to the earth-level grandmaster besieged him, and immediately he fell into the downwind, spreading like a storm of spear shadows, impenetrable, and soon left a lot of wounds.