The flying sword is unsheathed

Of course, he didn't know the truth of these ghost settings here, but as soon as he fought with the second ghost, he obviously felt unprecedented pressure.

This plus one doesn't seem to be just equal to two!

These two ghosts, one knife and one fork, one attack and one defense, cooperate with the tacit understanding, and the shape on the field is suddenly very different from before. Every time he punches and kicks out in front of the direction, he can get it when he sees it, but suddenly there will be an extra blade in the direction of his fist or legs, as if he was waiting for him to take the initiative to send his hands and feet in advance, which made the wolf in front of the direction unbearable, shrinking his hands and feet, and feeling that three or four percent of his skills could not be used.

After fighting for a while, the direction gradually became weaker, and beads of sweat began to drip down his forehead and cheeks. He Zhengshen saw the former's situation, but with his current cultivation, he couldn't touch a single thing in the mortal world, so how could he take the initiative to attack others? He had no choice but to stand aside and shout, hoping to lure away a ghost again, so that he could free his hand to clean up one of them first.

It's just that this trick doesn't work anymore at this time. The two Fu ghosts turned a deaf ear to He Zheng's shouts, and only concentrated on compressing the space for activities in front of the direction little by little.

"Little brother, quickly use the iron chair to resist for a while!" He Zheng saw that people were ignoring his stubble, so he had to remind him loudly in front of him.

The so-called authorities are obsessed, and the first is to fight smoothly before the direction, and the second is that he has only learned boxing before, but he has never used a blade, so he has no intention of this. Now that he was in danger, he couldn't care about it anymore when he heard this, so he immediately took the time to grab an iron chair. Although it is not a good blade, it can always block the opponent's blade, for a while, the direction of the front meditated on the move of boxing, the iron chair will be opened, after a few moves, but also feel the pressure suddenly reduced.

Tasted the sweetness, the direction of the front took the opportunity to turn around, snatched up another iron chair, two chairs in hand, the direction of the slightly small true qi slowly penetrated into it, the two iron chairs were unexpectedly used by it for a while, forcing the two ghosts to retreat a few feet outward.

Since Wan Yuan was kicked away, although he was not injured, he didn't dare to step forward for a while, so he had to lean against the wall, rubbing his chest that was kicked and hurting, while watching every move in front of him with concern.

After looking at it for a while, I suddenly saw that the faceless white ghost, who had only been slashing and killing on the side from beginning to end, and had already gone crazy, suddenly seemed to be completely cured of madness, and turned around and attacked the direction with his companions, and I couldn't help but feel anxious in my heart.

Seeing that he was forced to retreat again and again by the two ghosts in front of the direction, he thought, it's over, is it possible, we will be buried here together tonight?

It was easy to survive for a while, and finally saw the direction in front of the grabbing two iron chairs, rounding up against the two ghosts, and actually forcing the two ghosts back again and again, which greatly relieved him.

"Brother Fang, is your phone ringing?"

was fighting with the two ghosts, and in front of the direction, he heard Wan Yuan shouting so abruptly, unspeakably weird and black humor.

"What phone is ringing?" he hesitated for a moment, and sure enough, he felt a faint vibration and hissing sound coming from his pants bag.

It wasn't a mobile phone ringing! I knew before I knew that my phone had been turned off and put on the off-road vehicle outside before I came in, and what was in my pants bag at this time was nothing more than a small sword with a sheath.

Could it be that this little sword is also weird?

Yes, could it be that at this time, it suddenly regained its vitality, and it could grow up like that little ding? If this is the case, wouldn't it be possible to have a truly deadly blade out of thin air? Anyway, with a sword in hand, it will always be better than these two iron chairs!

As soon as he thought of this, he made a move to "sweep away thousands of troops", and the iron chairs in both hands were vigorously waved with the sound of breaking the sky. Without waiting for a change of move, he shouted forward, and threw an iron chair in his right hand at the brother who made the knife fiercely, and the other iron chair took advantage of the situation to hold up the steel fork attacking from the side, and immediately flew up with a kick, which would force the steel fork ghost to retreat.

With a "boom", the iron chair did not hit the ghost who made the knife, but smashed a big hole in the wall behind it. Fortunately, this wall is not close to the side of the aisle, otherwise, the other two Fu ghosts mentioned by Uncle He just now will be led over, and at that time, I am afraid that there will be more death and less life...... It's like death and no life.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Qian had already taken out the small sword in his bag, and sure enough, he saw it trembling slightly in his palm and making a hissing sound.

Not daring to hesitate for a moment, he threw another iron chair out of the direction, once again forcing back the steel fork charm ghost who had just wanted to get close, and pulled out the small sword from the scabbard. I felt a tremor between my fingers, and the little sword couldn't hold it, and as soon as the fingers were loosened, the little sword flew into the air, and it spun in mid-air, instantly turning into a short sword with a length of a foot.

Xiang Qian complained bitterly, finally changed into a sword, it's still so short! Not to mention, it's still hanging in the air, and I don't know if I can reach it when I jump up and stretch out my hand?

Of course, these two ghosts didn't care about the flying sword in the air, and they attacked in unison in the direction of the sword.

Xiang Qian hurriedly took two steps back, and hurriedly went to copy the other two iron chairs, but saw a flash of lightning, and the flying sword in the air "swished", and flew straight to the chest of the talisman ghost who made the steel fork.

This ghost raised a fork to block, but it was half a minute slower, and there was a "poof" sound, and the short sword penetrated through the chest and came out through the back, and a puff of white smoke immediately came out of the steel fork talisman ghost, which instantly turned into a paper talisman and fell to the ground, but the chest was obviously torn a gap.

Everyone in the room was surprised and delighted, and couldn't help but let out an "ah".

The sword talisman was ghostly, but he ignored it, and still attacked with his sword in the direction.

Xiang picked up the iron chair in front of him and blocked two moves, and peeked at the short sword spinning for a while, hanging high again, and said in his heart, what's the matter, is this guy still going to take a breath?

In a blink of an eye, I saw that the flying sword was spinning faster and faster, gradually turning into a light and shadow, slowly flying towards the sword talisman ghost, circling around its neck like an understatement, and silently, the ghost's bare head rolled to the side and fell.

Immediately, the ghost also turned into a headless humanoid paper sigil in a puff of smoke.

Everyone in the room was overjoyed and looked down at the paper note.

There was a "hiss" sound, and the short sword quickly shrank in the air, and with a "whoosh" sound, it was unmistakably re-sheathed, and quietly pinched it between the fingers in the direction.

"It's amazing! It's weird! Brother Fang, this ...... What the hell is going on?" asked Wan Yuan, dejected.

"I'm going to say it's just an illusion, can you believe it?" said Xiang Qian with a smile.

"Come less!" Wan Yuan replied categorically.

"Hey, hey, I think so. However, I really haven't figured it out yet, so I'll tell you when I understand it later. Said with a haha in front of the direction.

"Brother Fang, what kind of treasure are you?" Wan Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to ask for the little sword, drew the sword out of its sheath, and looked at it carefully, but this thing was like a dead thing, without any such surprise as just now.

Xiang Qian grabbed it and put it away, and said in a deep voice, "We have to think of a way to get out now." ”