There is no moonlight at night, and the town at this time is even more gloomy.

In the town, every sword collision made the residents hiding in the house panic, and even hid under the bed and shivered, only praying for early dawn. Only the mayor of the town, Lu Yuanqing, looked at the place where the sound came from with a melancholy face, although he couldn't see it

However, the residents who were near the fighting method fled in a hurry when the fight began, and within the entire range of fifty zhang of the fierce fight, except for Liu Bai, who was still in the room, was already empty.

Liu Bai in the room stood silently in front of the window, not the distant Zen chanting in his ears, accompanied by the Zen singing, was a desolate cry of sorrow, that Liu Bai saw from the endless black fog, the desolate and miserable faces hidden in the black fog, their howls in the bottom of the hiss, that was desolation, that was sorrow, that was anger, that was helplessness, that was unwillingness, that was struggle.

All the voices echoed in Liu Bai's ears like this, crowded into his mind.

Outside the house, the fat Taoist looked solemnly at the fierce ghost standing with a knife, and the ten long swords that were shocked by the long knife had returned to the top of his head.

The ghost suppressed his laughter, waved his big hand, and pointed the long knife at the fat Taoist.

I saw that the big man's waist turned, and the whole person rose in the air, and the long knife in his hand was black and rolling.

Li Tiancheng, the fat Taoist, was waiting for him, and when he saw the powerful ghost coming into the air, he grabbed it with his fat hand and held a long sword in his hand.

The sword moves with him, the fat Taoist seems to be fat, but the speed is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the long sword collides with the black knife of the ghost, and along with the fat Taoist man, there are nine flying long swords in mid-air, each of which stabs at the ghost at an extremely tricky angle.

The ghost smiled slightly, the force in his hand intensified, and the moment he knocked the fat man away, the long knife in his hand came out of his hand, spun in the air, and instantly turned the nine long swords into a swing.

The ghost has a big hand, and the long knife is back in his hand again.

The big man was holding a long knife, and he fought fiercely with the fat Taoist back and forth, even if the thin Taoist intervened from time to time, Jin Ling would be blocked by the black mist.

"It's a bit of a doorway, but that's how it ended after all. After the ghost forced the fat Taoist to retreat, he retreated and came to ten zhang away, he looked at the two of them, and was extremely dissatisfied with the performance of the two.

"Drink" The ghost raised his big hand, and the long knife in his hand came out of his hand, and the handle of the knife was inserted straight into the stone brick.

With a loud shout, streams of black mist poured out of his body, gushing out at an extremely fast speed, almost in the middle of breathing, three black mist appeared around him, the black mist was constantly rotating, and in an instant, four big men appeared in front of the two. The aura of each of the big men is almost the same, and they are all extremely powerful.

The three big men who appeared grinned, spread out their palms, and a black mist appeared in the palms, and the black mist continued to pour out, and in a little way, they turned into three weapons, including spears, big axes, and sharp swords.

Swords, axes, and guns, four people hold four weapons.

"Not good!" The fat Taoist An Dao said badly, only to see him swing his long sword, and the nine long swords above his head came out in response, and the sword momentum was left and right, which was elusive.

The long sword arrived in the blink of an eye, the golden light was shining, the sword qi was flying, and each long sword sent a slight shock in midair.

Swords and axes, three pitch-black weapons came out together, and the nine long swords were knocked away without any effort, and the four ghosts glanced at each other, and three of them jumped out, turning into three black shadows and heading straight for the fat Taoist.

And the other fierce ghost holding a spear turned to face the slender man, that fierce and ferocious gaze actually made the thin Taoist Lin Chanshan's heart tremble, he recalled Jin Ling back into his hand, and took out a yellow talisman from his arms, staring at the spear fierce ghost in a stern formation, not daring to relax at all.

The ghost suddenly showed a cruel smile, and with a shake of the spear in his hand, his entire body turned into a cloud of black smoke, moving rapidly in front of the thin man.

The lightning-fast speed made it difficult for the Slender Daoist to distinguish the direction of the ghost's upcoming attack for a while, and the Slender Daoist's face was extremely ugly, and anxiety and panic surged in his heart.

The thin man hurriedly took out a talisman and flicked it forward, and a golden light burst out from the talisman, and in an instant, it turned into a golden bell-like shield, enveloping him in it.

At the moment when the golden bell jar appeared, a black spear was inserted directly into the golden bell jar, and only a bang was heard, and the golden bell jar that had just been formed cracked a crack, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a little golden light and dissipated in the air.

The thin man looked panicked, he didn't expect that his golden bell jar could only block one breath, and it didn't seem that the offensive of the powerful ghost had weakened much. I saw that Lin Chanshan, a thin man, took out another talisman in a panic, and a fireball appeared out of thin air, the fireball was divided into ten, and the ten fireballs turned into a fire net, heading towards the ghost cover.

As if he hadn't seen the net of fire, the spear still stabbed straight into the thin man's chest.

In the blink of an eye, the fire net came to the ghost's body, and I saw the black smoke billowing out of the ghost's body, and the fire net was swallowed up in an instant.

At this time, Lin Chanshan, a thin man, had a pale face, and he gritted his teeth and ran out of Jin Ling in his hand. At the same time, there were words in his mouth, and he saw that Jin Ling became louder in the wind, and the bell rang rapidly. Jin Ling turned into a zhang size and went straight to the ghost.

only heard a loud "bang", Jin Ling was directly knocked away a few feet away, and the thin Taoist was also shocked, a mouthful of blood spurted directly into his mouth, but his body retreated again and again, instantly retreating a few feet away, and his face became extremely pale.

The fat Taoist over there faced three powerful ghosts alone, and he was forced to retreat, and there were several wounds of different shades on his body, and the blood stains stained the Taoist robe red.

"Senior brother!" Seeing that his junior brother was hit hard after only a few breaths under the hands of that powerful ghost, he was also anxious, at this time, it was already difficult for one person to support three powerful ghosts, and he could be defeated at any time, but once his junior brother was killed by that powerful ghost, the four powerful ghosts attacked at the same time, and he was afraid that he would not be able to support a few breaths and would end up dying.

Li Tiancheng, a fat daoist, forcibly blocked the attack of the three people, and with a turn of the long sword in his hand, the nine long swords that were originally in mid-air instantly turned into purple light and returned to the long sword in the fat daoman's hand.

The fat Taoist turned around and retreated, squatting slightly, dodging the blow of the three powerful ghosts, and at the same time he kicked the ball of his front foot, and the whole body floated towards the back, just flew out of the space of one or a few positions, only to see him pick up the long sword in his hand and swing it violently towards the fierce ghost holding the black sword in the front.

The black sword ghost saw that the fat Taoist waved his sword and went straight to him, it seemed to be true, and the sword was the opposite, but unexpectedly there was no sound at all, the big sword that exuded purple light was like a sharp blade cutting through the earth, and it directly cut the black long sword into two sections, and the rest of the momentum was unabated, and the blade was straight to the head of the ghost

The ghost was not careful, and half of his head was cut off by the purple sword, if it was a human body, he would definitely die if he lost half of his head, but this is the body of a powerful ghost, if it weren't for the fact that this peachwood purple sword has a restraint effect on the ghost, the black mist turned into by the cut off half of the head has been purified by the peachwood sword, and this ghost will not necessarily be traumatized.

The long sword ghost let out a miserable howl, and the whole person turned into black mist again and merged into the body of the powerful ghost holding the long knife.

Seeing that this blow worked, the fat Dao man was not greedy, and knew that he was just taking advantage of the carelessness of the black sword ghost to reluctantly remove him, but the black mist eliminated was not much, and the impact on the ghost was not so great.

He retreated with one blow, and after a few turns, he thought he was in front of his junior brother, but fortunately, his junior brother blocked the blow of the spear at the last moment, and he also found the right time to retreat, otherwise the thin Taoist might not be able to hold out until the fat Taoist came.