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In the empty hallway, the sound of hurried footsteps falling like a torrential rain mingled with the screams coming from downstairs.

Song Qiu didn't expect that there was still a ghost hiding in this building, and now it seems that it is very likely to be the murderer!

He ran as fast as he could to the hall on the first floor.

I saw that the hall was covered in blood, Ling Feng was covered in blood, lying in a corner of the hall, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Li Zhushi and Meng Ziqing were slumped against the corner, snuggling up to each other.

A demon in the shape of a Japanese soldier salivated at the corners of his mouth, his body was rotting, and his translucent body emitted a foul smell.

It bared its sparse blood-soaked teeth at a young man standing in its way, and staggered towards the youth.

The young man was half-kneeling on the ground, and behind him were Li Zhushi and Meng Ziqing. His hair was disheveled, and his hands drooped unnaturally, apparently wounded in battle with demons.

Song Qiu saw the appearance of the young man clearly, and it turned out to be Wu Tian who he had seen during the day.

With a muffled hiss in his mouth, the demon suddenly raised his hands, turned his palms into claws, and grabbed Wu Tian's chest quickly!

Song Qiu was still some distance away from Wu Tian, and in a hurry, he threw the whip in his hand hard.

The whip flew out in circles in the air, drawing a graceful arc, and the whip head smashed down on the demon's head.

The demon roared in horror when he saw the light of the whip, and retreated in panic, still a step too late, and one arm was swept by the whip, making a sound like a flame burning skin.

Wisps of green smoke rose from the joints of the demon's arm, and the demon clutched the wound and screamed in pain.

A golden flame burned from the wound, spreading at an alarming speed towards the demon's torso.

The demon screamed, his voice sharp and piercing, and his other hand turned into a sharp hand knife, and with a single sword, he slashed the injured arm from the root, which stopped Jin Yan's incineration.

The severed translucent arm fell to the ground, and almost instantly, it was completely enveloped in golden flames. The flames formed a golden lotus flower, burning in the darkness, and the demon looked at the flame with a look of fear and jealousy in his eyes.

Looking at the whip lying quietly on the ground, it jumped out and kicked at the bottom of the whip before everyone could react, kicking it out of the building.

The demon turned to look back at Song Qiu, his foul-smelling mouth grinning slightly, and he raised his head and let out an irregular weird hiss.

It's sneering, laughing, smirking.

Your weapons are gone, what else can you do?

Li Yongnian stood by the windowsill, he had no way to get out of this classroom, he could only listen to the sound of fighting coming from downstairs.

He has a good nature, and after he suffered misfortune, he didn't want to see these juniors as unfortunate as him, so he couldn't help but be nervous and worried.

Suddenly, he was stunned when he saw a glittering golden object fly from the hall onto the barren lawn.

He recognized this as the immortal weapon that Song Qiu had used just now.

Without an immortal weapon, and without the ability to use the Great Yan Fu Spell, what else can Song Qiu use against the enemy?

Li Yongnian was anxious, but he couldn't help, so he could only hammer the windowsill with his phantom transparent fist in frustration.

The demon pounced violently, and the remaining hand grabbed towards Song Qiu.

Song Qiu dodged sideways, running to the extreme month by month, and his body was like electricity.

The evil ghosts flew flickering, and the tattered military uniforms were hunting, and the speed was even faster than Song Qiu!

A claw stretched out, snorted, and reached Song Qiu's chest, with a stabbing sound, the clothes on his chest were cut into a long gap, if Song Qiu hadn't dodged fast enough, just this once, he would have been disemboweled.

The demon chuckled gloomily three times, and then the hand went up.

Song Qiu had already taken a few steps back, thinking that the demon had miscalculated the distance, who would have thought that the green tendons on the translucent arm had skyrocketed, the slender arm had become longer, and the five fingers with sharp nails were fiercely inserted into Song Qiu's chest.

When Li Zhushi and Meng Ziqing saw this scene, they couldn't help but exclaim, "Be careful!"

At the last moment, Song Qiu tilted his head upside down and used the iron plate bridge kung fu common in martial arts novels.

It's just that the demon's attack method is too weird, Song Qiu couldn't take it off guard, although he was not broken and his heart was gouged, but those five fingers were like a sharp blade cutting tofu, gently cutting Song Qiu's skin.

Tiny beads of blood emerged from his chest, like dewdrops hanging between the branches and leaves in the morning, and flew on the old walls with Song Qiu's upside down.

Fortunately, the wound was not big, so that Song Qiu would not immediately lose his combat power.

Ignoring the blood beads overflowing from his chest, Song Qiu rolled on the ground, his arms were stretched on the ground, like a launched cannonball, flying out of the ground for several meters, turning to face the evil ghost, without any hesitation, the five fingers of his right hand flew in the air, and the golden lines appeared between his hands for the second time!

The golden lines are like flowing liquids, wafting in the air.

Feeling the solemn and sacred aura of the golden lines, the demon whose self-consciousness had almost completely dissipated had a frightened and fearful expression on his face, and those lines were so powerful that even if only the most primitive instincts remained, it could easily sense danger from them.

With a low roar, the demon showed signs of flight for the first time.

Li Zhushi, Meng Ziqing, and Wu Tian looked at Song Qiu in shock, as if this was the first time they had met Song Qiu.

"What's that?" Meng Ziqing stared blankly at the golden and bright lines in the sky.

"Oh God. Wu Tian muttered.

Just as the demon turned to flee, the golden lines in the sky suddenly collapsed like a collapsed building.

Song Qiu covered the wound on his chest with a pale face.

The demon looked hesitantly at the dissipating lines in the air, grinning wildly after making sure that the danger of palpitations was really gone.

Song Qiu immediately made a decision, and stretched his fingers into the air again.

The evil ghost had already suffered a loss, and it roared towards Song Qiu, making a terrifying scream in the air with one arm.

Song Qiu didn't think about it, his mind was calm, he knew that this was the last attempt, if it failed, everyone here would be killed by the evil ghosts.

He had made up his mind that even if his chest was torn, he would not be able to stop the spell in his hand.

The stench came to his nostrils, and the evil ghost came down to Song Qiu with the sound of the whirring wind.

The thin and sharp five fingers were inserted towards the top of Song Qiu's head.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out and grabbed the demon's arm desperately.

The demon turned his head.

Wu Tian gritted his teeth and endured the pain of tearing his arms, and used all his strength to wrap around its raised arms.

The demon hissed and elbowed.

The click of a sternum breaking.

Wu Tian vomited blood from his mouth and shattered his sternum.

His hands, which had already been badly wounded, could not let go and fell to the ground.

The demon screamed excitedly, and its fingers raised again.

Li Zhushi reacted, and wanted to learn from Wu Tian to rush up to stop it, but it was too late.

The Grim Reaper's scythe was raised high.

Song Qiu slowly opened his eyes and looked quietly outside, his eyes were not sad, joyful, fearless, and fearless.

There was a wind outside the building.