Chapter 137 Careless Fighting

Under the fierce battle, Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows, and the fear in his eyes was a little less. ※%Top※%Dot※%Small※% said, it seems that because Fang Wenyuan's cultivation is not as high as he imagined, it seems that what he is afraid of is only the ghost head knife, and the cultivation of the person who drives the knife is unsatisfactory, so he has less worries.

Among them, the grimace flower on the face is even more hideous, opening its mouth and spitting out billowing black gas, spreading and spreading. Where the black gas passed, a gurgling black spring water emerged, emitting a foul smell that was disgusting.

Among them, there were also gray vines, with black silt, attacking from all directions. In the blink of an eye, the place where Fang Wenyuan was located turned into a quagmire.

"Ghoul clone!" Fang Wenyuan shouted and stretched out his hand. The ghost thing transformed by the ghost head knife suddenly trembled, split into two, and turned around to protect Fang Wenyuan in the center. Although it was a little cramped, these vine branches couldn't help him for a while.

However, if this goes on for a long time, Fang Wenyuan knows in his heart that he will definitely not last long.

Cheng Ji, who turned around and wanted to flee just now, surrounded Fang Wenyuan at this moment.

is under siege, and there is no place to stay. Fang Wenyuan didn't have much fear, and secretly thought to himself in his heart: "It's still careless! I didn't think that the residual power of this Huangquan ghost heart still exists, and it has not yet fallen into the field where the oil has run out!"

The figure hung in the void, Fang Wenyuan did not sit still, he stretched out his hand and wiped the back of the two ghost creatures, and a white ghost fire suddenly burned.

"Nine changes in the blood demon, cold scab change!"

As soon as these words came out, the white flames of the two ghost beast knife mountains spread all over their bodies, and suddenly turned into two fireballs, and the fire spread along their feet to the ground, covering the entire swamp in a few breaths.

The fire was strange and cold, and the black spring water was gradually frozen, and the hideous vine branches in it gradually became sluggish, like blood scabs.

Fang Wenyuan raised his head, the blood flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his arms and hit the backs of the two ghost creatures beside him, and shouted, "Ghost Knife!"

After the grimace on Cheng Ji's face turned this place into a swamp, many of the thick/strong vine branches flew out to strike, but unfortunately they were all resisted by the two ghosts. Although it caused a lot of damage to the ghost, the black qi around it dispersed and gathered and recovered instantly.

And Fang Wenyuan's reaction was also incredibly fast, and immediately sent out a forest fire, causing the black spring water in the swamp to freeze, and the swamp that was fortunately built was like a scab, and the vine branches could not grow.

How could Grimace let this go on, and immediately let out a clamour, ready to cast the spell again. And Fang Wenyuan didn't give it the slightest chance to breathe, and drove the ghost creature to cut out two sword shadows.

This sword shadow is not as tangible as before, as if it has been tempered thousands of times, although it is as thin as a cicada's wings, it exudes a sharp edge that makes people's hearts palpitate. Grimace was extremely frightened, and the attached host, that is, Cheng Ji, immediately made a move at this time.

His hands were jerky and he said hoarsely: "Void!"

At this time, the shadow of the knife was almost close to the tip of his nose, and Cheng Ji's figure was blurred, and he actually let the shadow of the knife pass through his body.

However, Fang Wenyuan's face was not good-looking, the knife shadow seemed to penetrate Cheng Ji's body, but it did not hurt him in the slightest, but there was a feeling of slashing on the flowing water, and the knife flowed even more through the water!

The same is true of both sword shadows.

However, Fang Wenyuan was keenly aware that the aura on Cheng Ji's body was a little weaker, and it seemed that casting such a strange spell was also a great load for him.

If it was too late to cast the spell, I was afraid that Cheng Ji would have been dismembered at this moment. Under such a threat, the grimace flower was deposited, and Cheng Ji finally stopped being patient. The wave of his hands became smoother and smoother, and almost in an instant, he pinched out a hundred and ten tricks, and suddenly pushed outward, and the spiritual power rippled in the void, and the originally frozen black spring water suddenly became active.

Fang Wen's foresight was not good, and he reached out and flew out with a smear of blood on the blade of the ghost thing, making the fire even stronger, but unfortunately he did not freeze the spring water again.

The surrounding spring water gradually changed color, Fang Wenyuan's heart was shocked, and without hesitation, he waved his hand and the two ghost things merged into one. The ghost's ribs were open, and he quickly hid inside.

This ghost thing became more agile, and in an instant, it galloped towards Cheng Ji, and Fang Wenyuan understood the truth that the thief captured the king first. Since I don't know what spell the other party is using, I may not be so embarrassed to kill the other party before I cast it.

Cheng Ji's dark gaze was cold, and with a flick of one hand, a long whip appeared in his hand, and the black qi escaped, setting off a ripple visible to the naked eye and pumping towards the ghost. Fang Wenyuan, who was hiding in it, immediately slashed down with both hands. The ghost creature was attracted by it, and slashed with his knife, ready to block the blow.

It's just that the long whip sent by Cheng Ji actually ignored the shadow of the ghost object, as if it was nothing, it easily penetrated and swept through Fang Wenyuan inside the ghost object.

There was no injury outside the body, the spirit trembled, and there were bursts of severe pain in a trance, like being naked in winter / splashing yourself with cold water outside!

Fang Wenyuan, who was on the way, suddenly opened his eyes, thought for a moment and muttered, "This Huangquan ghost heart has a host, it's really a trouble. The spell that came out is also weird and incomprehensible, and it can directly whip the soul, if it weren't for the fact that this doppelganger was practiced by me with seven needles, I'm afraid that the soul of the doppelganger would have implicated me at this moment!"

"However, what if the whip soul is not hurt, it is not me! However, I still have to cast a spell to rescue it, otherwise this clone will be damaged, and it will be in vain. ”

So he stood in front of his chest with one hand, pinched out the Dao technique, and bursts of Yuan Force surged, turning into the body through nothingness.

The seven-needle soul sealing is very mysterious, and even if it is thousands of miles away, it can be rescued in time. The doppelganger was whipped by Cheng Ji, causing the soul to be damaged, although it would not implicate his body, but such a doppelganger is not easy to find, and there is no room for any mistakes

was whipped to the divine soul, and the seven needles nailed in the doppelganger were actually shaken, but fortunately, Fang Wenyuan found out in time, cast a spell to make up for it, and also helped repair the damage to the divine soul. After all, the effect of Huangquan leaves is still somewhat still there, and it doesn't hurt to separate a trace.

Originally, the doppelganger who was in a trance woke up instantly, but after all, he was hit first, so he was still a step too late, Cheng Ji's figure had already come to the front of him, and his five fingers were through the gap between the bones of the ghost thing, grabbing the heart of Fang Wenyuan's clone.

Out of his understanding of Huangquan's ghost heart, Fang Wenyuan's clone of course knew that Cheng Ji was going to pluck his heart and suck the essence and blood. If he is allowed to succeed, then he will be repaid.

In a hurry, he stretched out a palm to meet it.

Bang!

Together with the ghosts, they flew backwards with Fang Wenyuan's clone, smashing heavily into the mire.

In the palm of his hand, Fang Wenyuan felt that Cheng Ji's hand was very cold, like a dead corpse, and the steel was like iron and stone, if the deity was here, he would naturally not be afraid. But the doppelganger is not a physical cultivation, and it is a big loss to be so hard-hitting. The whole arm was paralyzed, and when I looked inside, I found that the bones of the arm had been broken inch by inch. Such a serious injury stimulated Fang Wenyuan's bloodiness in his heart.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan, who was deep in the quagmire, didn't know what danger was there, and immediately flew up. His eyes were red, and he stared at Cheng Ji who was coming.

"Ghost Head Knife, return to its place!" At the same time, the ghost object turned into a cloud of black mist and changed back to the appearance of the Ghost Head Knife. It is safe to stay in the ghost object, but Cheng Ji's whip is really weird, and the protection of the ghost object has become an obstacle.

So Fang Wenyuan simply restored the ghost head knife to its original appearance, and rose up with his own knife, facing Cheng Ji is indiscriminate slashing.

The sonorous sound was endless, and Fang Wenyuan, who was busy with his work, did not notice that the black spring water on the ground was gradually changing color, although it was still turbid, but it had a hint of orange and yellow.

slashed dozens of knives in a row, but Cheng Ji blocked them all. Fang Wenyuan shouted angrily: "You evil thing, I don't believe I can't hurt you today!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, spraying it on the body of the knife, and the ghost head knife shone brightly and made a buzzing sound.

With strong blood, Cheng Ji revealed a touch of greed. But he was afraid that the bloody knife would hurt him, and with a wave of his hand, the black whip was drawn.

Fang Wenyuan had suffered a big loss on the whip, how could he be fooled again, as soon as his feet moved, he took a step forward, looking like he was going to die together.

Although Cheng Ji is the host of the ghost heart, he still has a trace of spiritual preservation, and when he saw such a battle, the whip that waved his hand felt a little sluggish.

However, unexpectedly, Fang Wenyuan seemed to take a step forward, but his figure flashed, and he retreated strangely to a place beyond the reach of the whip.

This step is the art of ghost escape, and there are seven stitches in the doppelganger, so they will naturally cast Fang Wenyuan's spell. Except for a few spells that are counterproductive, nothing else can be cast.

Knowing that he had been tricked, Cheng Ji was also a little annoyed, and the long whip played a shadow full of shadows, as if he wanted to whip Fang Wenyuan's soul to death.

It's a pity that the magic of ghost escape is extraordinary, and after studying in the small dojo of Qianlong Peak, it is even more different when it is displayed, except for the obstacle of ghost protection, how can the whip shadow be able to touch him.

"Nine changes of blood demons, a sea of blood!" A phantom appeared behind Fang Wenyuan, in which the corpses became a mountain, and the blood accumulated into a sea.

Under the blur of this phantom, it actually turned into a real existence, but there was a trace of blood missing.

This sea of blood rose into a monstrous wave, condensed into nine huge blood nails, made a sound of breaking through the air, and went straight to Cheng Ji, this blood nail seemed to drain the essence of the sea of blood, and the sea of blood also collapsed.

Its momentum is like thunder, and the air is full of evil, and the world is suffocated. Under this coercion, Cheng Ji became even slower and struggling.

"Ah~~~" Cheng Ji let out a long roar, and his hands shook outward in front of his chest, breaking the restraints. Then he stretched out his hand, and in the swamp in front of him tossed nine grimace flowers, petals like teeth, tightly biting the attacking blood nails.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan took advantage of the gap and had already finished casting the spell again, and shouted in a low voice: "Blood Demon God, come!"

A deep whirlpool immediately appeared behind him, and a bloody breath came from it. Among them was a sea of blood, far more real than the phantom that had just been cast, no, it was real.

In the center of this sea of blood there is a statue about a hundred feet high, a man, looking up at the sky, with a strange feeling.

Before Cheng Ji saw this statue, he turned around and fled without looking back, as if he had seen death.