Thunder broke the dark night sky, and lightning flashed in the clouds.

The clouds were lowered, and the hazy city lights outside the house were able to shine into the front yard of the house, shining on the faces of one person and one ghost.

With the help of the light, Fang Xiaobei could roughly see the appearance of the lion-faced ghost king.

The body is taller than the lion-faced ghost, half a house tall in the north of the square, and a hill generally stands in front of it.

Like the Lionface, the Lionface, a human limb, has a scarlet tongue that is much longer than the Lionface.

Whoa......

The rain started to fall.

In the rain, Fang Xiaobei was holding a straight sword, his small body was opposite to the Lion-faced Ghost King, and the extremely strong body contrast represented a huge gap in strength.

That demonically huge body gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Fang Xiaobei licked his tongue at this moment.

In an instant, the two sides moved together.

Fang Xiaobei held a straight sword in his hand, stepped hard, and the tram rushed out like an acceleration, his eyes were firm, and the battle was high.

Fang Xiaobei was fast, but the Lion-Faced Ghost King was faster.

The falling raindrops were shattered by its collision, and its scarlet tongue danced wildly in the air, indicating its excitement of hunting.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The two sides collided three times in a row at once, and the straight sword and the sharp claw collided, colliding three times in the dark night, like fireworks rising into the air.

Fang Xiaobei kicked backwards, panting in his mouth.

Even though he has exquisite combat skills and unloading blocks, he can't erase the gap caused by the huge power after all.

According to Fang Xiaobei's thoughts, he should have seven swords in a row, these seven swords are the seven swords of the wind, taking advantage of the momentum while fighting, one sword is stronger than the other, and the seventh sword is the most powerful.

But with only three swords, Fang Xiaobei was shocked by the huge power of the Lion-Faced Ghost King.

This time, Fang Xiaobei couldn't kill with a single sword like in Memorial Park, because the power of faith in his body was already very lacking, and he couldn't support himself to cut that sword.

The rain fell, and the tiger's mouth was a little painful.

Fang Xiaobei knew that it was his tiger's mouth that cracked.

Seeing the dense wounds on the Lion-faced Ghost King's body, Fang Xiaobei couldn't help but sigh: Now he is really weak. Uncle Cheng did not awaken, and these wounds should have been left by the captain.

The Lion-Faced Ghost King didn't mean to delay.

It spread its large mouth full of fangs, its scarlet tongue dancing wildly.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Five scarlet tongues popped out of the mouth, and with the addition of the original one, there were six tongues in total.

For a moment, the entire front yard was filled with a disgusting stench.

The scarlet tongue stabbed at Fang Xiaobei flexibly, and all the flowers and plants in the place were corroded, and the rockery stones were also smashed by the collision.

Fang Xiaobei lifted the straight sword to block it, and the power of faith in his body was all blessed in his body, which was used to enhance the strength of his body.

Fang Xiaobei immediately understood what Li Cheng meant by believing in the straight sword in his hand.

The sharpness of the lion-faced ghost's claws is known by himself, and the sharpness on the lion-faced ghost king's claws must be even higher.

Fang Cai's three collisions, the straight sword was not only intact, but now even the corrosion on the tongue of the Lion-faced Ghost King could resist.

Seeing that one tongue returned in vain, the Lion-faced Ghost King no longer tempted, and the six scarlet tongues were dispatched in unison, shooting towards Fang Xiaobei like arrows from the string.

Seeing the scarlet long tongue, Fang Xiaobei finally moved and resisted with difficulty.

Fang Xiaobei only felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, and a feeling of dizziness came to his heart.

In the field of vision, the long scarlet tongue is shaking and ghosting, and the Wanhua Pavilion is dense and twists and turns.

A sudden coolness came out of my mind, dispelling the dizziness.

My own emperor-level spiritual power has worked!

When he came back to his senses, a huge lion face had come to him.

The other party took advantage of his momentary dizziness and was already close.

The experienced Fang Xiaobei reacted quickly, and his body, which was blessed by the power of faith, also improved Fang Xiaobei's thinking.

His right hand was raised upwards to protect his face, his sharp teeth blocking the blade of the straight sword.

Sparks flew and there was a tooth-aching grinding sound.

Bell –

The sharp claw of the Lion-faced Ghost King's left hand grabbed the straight sword, raised his right foot and kicked Fang Xiaobei's stomach hard, and then shook his left hand and threw Fang Xiaobei away!

The Lion-Faced Ghost King's humanized pupils were filled with disbelief.

How does the other person get rid of his vertigo?

"If it weren't for the lack of aura on this, just like you, I would have solved you with just one glance."

glanced at Li Cheng.

Very good, fainted with too much blood loss.

Fang Xiaobei looked at the straight sword in his hand again.

It's really strange that when held in the hand, the sword seems to merge with one's own body, indistinguishable from each other.

Otherwise, the flick of the Lion-Faced Ghost King would be enough to separate himself from the sword.

The loss of the weapon means the end of the battle.

Although he didn't understand what Fang Xiaobei meant, this did not prevent the Lion-Faced Ghost King from successfully being provoked by Fang Xiaobei.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The Lion-Faced Ghost King roared again, six long scarlet tongues swept the front yard into a mess, and the glass of the window was shattered by the sound wave.

"It's giving me more trouble."

The lion-faced ghost dynasty Fang Xiaobei ran towards it, and six scarlet long tongues blocked the position, and the stun effect covered Fang Xiaobei at the same time.

"Right now, I can't get dizzy."

Fang Xiaobei rushed up with a straight sword, still the Seven Swords of the Wind.

Jingle Bell!

Fang Xiaobei and the Lion-Faced Ghost King fought together.

The scarlet long tongue blocked Fang Xiaobei's dodge position, and Fang Xiaobei also took it to cover, dodging the impact of the Lion-Faced Ghost King many times, and even entangled the two long tongues together.

The two sides fought back and forth, but only this far.

With his rich combat experience, Fang Xiaobei, who was mortal in the flesh, simply extended this battle for a long time.

As the injuries on his body increased, Fang Xiaobei's reaction couldn't keep up with his thinking.

was caught by the Lion-faced Ghost King with a flaw, and then a heavy blow hit him hard in the chest, Fang Xiaobei directly had three or four ribs and flew out upside down.

Fang Xiaobei was paralyzed on the ground, breathing weakly.

If it weren't for the fact that the straight sword had withstood half of the strength, coupled with his evil unloading skills and the blessing of his body with the power of faith, I am afraid that he would have been dead by this time.

The rain is getting heavier.

With a wildly dancing scarlet tongue and a body the size of a small mountain, the lion-faced ghost king stood in the rain, with unparalleled momentum.

The rain hit the straight sword with a gurgling evaporating sound.

The straight swords were all beaten red.

Six long scarlet tongues straightened and shot towards Fang Xiaobei in one volley.

"Seven swords of the wind, I cut them all out, the seventh sword, you must be uncomfortable."

Looking at the wounds all over the Lion-faced Ghost King, one of them was the seventh sword of the Seven Swords of the Tempest!

Six long scarlet tongues pierced Fang Xiaobei's chest at the same time, and the tongue was wriggling, sucking Fang Xiaobei's blood.