"Now you just have to be stubborn!"
"Whoa! Click!" As soon as Guan Heng's words fell, Jumang Sword pressed down instantly and immediately cut off the opponent's Overlord Spirit Spear. This weapon had been cracked by the fists of the Big Demon and the Yingbai Ghost before. Of course he couldn't withstand the power of Guan Heng's sword at this moment.
The sword edge quickly extended from Bingxiu's shoulder to his chest, abdomen and ribs, leaving a deep mark immediately. The moment the bright red splashed out, the guy finally couldn't suppress the severe pain and screamed miserably: "Uhhhhhh--"
"Seven Ghosts, take them down!" Guan Heng shouted without missing a moment: "I want to capture this guy alive and take him back to the spirit world to meet the Spirit King."
"Huh?!" After hearing this, Bingxiu, who was covering his wound with his hand, was shocked: "Oh no, if I get caught, then the plan from 'above' will be..."
"Awwww--" In the electric light and flint, the big demon ghost is on the left, the baby white ghost is rushing to the right, the roosters are attacking from the center, the giant bees fly towards the feet of this guy, the group of ghosts roars, and immediately Bingxiu is about to be captured!
"Want to catch me? Dreaming!!"
"Bang!" He said it too late, but then quickly, the roaring Bingxiu turned his palm and slapped his forehead: "The shadow of the original spiritual breath, explode for me!"
"Boom - boom -" As this guy's roar sounded, a white light that appeared above his head suddenly spread fiercely to the surroundings, shrouding Guan Heng and the Seven Ghosts in it.
Guan Heng had also seen this method of self-destruction and damage to the enemy from the ancient Evil Nightmare Tribe. The one they controlled was called the "Shadow of the Original Nightmare". He did not expect that the Spirit Tribe had a similar method.
At this moment, in order to prevent their master from being harmed, the Seven Ghosts immediately stood in front of Guan Heng with the nearest guard figurines.
On the opposite side, Bingxiu sprayed blood mist wildly after releasing the shadow of the original spiritual breath. It obviously took a lot of energy, but the kid gritted his teeth and used both hands to tear it apart, and suddenly a space gap was opened nearby.
Seeing that Guan Heng and the others could not continue to pursue him because they were separated by the burst of spiritual energy, Bingxiu laughed loudly: "Hahaha, brat, although I don't know your name, I have written down today's deep grudge. I will definitely lead my companions in a bloodbath in the human world to retaliate for this hatred!!"
"I think you don't have that chance." Guan Heng thought to himself: "Even if I can't capture you alive, I still have to keep your body. I'm about to return to the spirit world, and I can't let the disaster continue."
"Shua—chichichichi—" In the midst of the lightning and flint, Guan Heng used his snow-like bow to release spiritual energy arrows one after another, piercing the air and hitting the opponent directly.
"Huh?!" Bingxiu wanted to run away, but realized that if he didn't dodge the opponent's attack, he would definitely die, so he had to reluctantly dodge to the side. However, Guan Heng fired more than ten arrows in a row, "Puff, puff, puff!" He hit immediately with a response. Target.
At this moment, Bingxiu's eyes suddenly turned black. It turned out that his left eye, lower abdomen and both knees were all hit by arrows, and the surrounding bodies were crushed to pieces by the burst of spiritual energy flying arrows.
The moment he opened his mouth to scream, Guan Heng's last three flying arrows struck him, "Hi!" By coincidence, the first arrow flew into Bingxiu's mouth, making his tongue bloody and bloody. .
When the second and third arrows approached, they suddenly changed and took on the appearance of a giant ghost and a baby white ghost. It turned out that they were the gods of death who came to seek death.
"Whoosh, whoosh, bang, bang, bang!" Yingbaigui's heavy punch hit Bingxiu so hard that cracks were heard in Bingxiu's thoracic vertebrae and ribs. The big demon ghost suddenly revealed the Ghost Fang blade and struck Bingxiu head-on: "Uh-huh!"
If this cut hit the target, it would be able to cut it into two pieces. At the moment of life and death, Bingxiu tried his best to block it with his left arm, "Pfft!" The palm of his hand turned red and flew up, but he also used this hand to block it. When he stumbled back, he fell into the gap in space that he tore open and disappeared.
Just when the two ghosts wanted to get close to pursue them, the space gap quickly closed. They were only half a step slower and did not have time to get in. In anger, they immediately raised their heads and roared, looking extremely angry.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. This guy was so seriously injured, he must be dead soon." Guan Heng waved his hand at this moment and summoned the ghosts, guard figurines, camels, and flowers.
"Hua Juan, are you injured? Come, let me take a look." After helping the other party treat the wound, Guan Heng said immediately: "Go back. I have to think about what happened today..."
"Ouch, ouch." Suddenly, the camel screamed, plunged into the nearby grass, and then took out something. Guan Heng looked carefully and found that it was the palm left by Bingxiu. It was still wet. Drops of blood.
"Hmph, I didn't capture that guy alive, but it would be nice to get some 'parts'." Guan Heng thought to himself, "Keep this thing and show it to the Spirit King back so he can investigate."
Having made up his mind, he rummaged around on his body and found the "Xuan Bing Bead" he had obtained not long ago. Although Guan Heng did not fully master the "Han Gathering Technique" taught to him by the Xuan Bing Demon Dragon, he had released some of it. It's no problem if the cold air freezes the palm.
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A short while later, Guan Heng, who returned to Zhurong's palace, happened to see Ruotao, Qinghuang and others coming towards him. Ruotao waved to him and then said: "Master, did you hear any loud noise near the palace? We all heard it."
"That sound was actually caused by me." After hearing what he said, Qing Huang asked in confusion, "What on earth is going on?"
"We will talk about it in detail after we meet Brother Wang, Brother Huang and Sister Yun."
After a while, they arrived at the main hall of the Li Palace and found Wang, Huang, and Yun. Guan Heng told them about the fierce battle with the ancient Ling tribe just now. Wang Tong and others were immediately shocked.
"Why, apart from the Spirit King's lineage, there are actually people from the ancient Spirit Clan who have survived?" Huang Teng murmured to himself: "I heard Lord Wood God say that most of them have died and been annihilated in the We were at war with the Evil Nightmare Tribe in the past."
"The foster father also said this to us." Qing Huang said at this time: "I don't think he can tell lies, which means that even he doesn't know about the existence of these tribesmen."
"Yes, although I failed to capture this guy named 'Bingxiu' alive, I still got his severed palm." Guan Heng shook the thing in his hand and continued: "Keep this thing and show it to Lord Spirit King later. Look, I believe he will know the inside story himself."
After hearing this, everyone present nodded slightly, feeling that it made sense. Qinghuang said: "But if this kind of malicious guy appears in the human world, could he have an intention to attack this place? I'm afraid that his companions will also come here. With their strength, they can do any bad thing." Gotta come out.”
Ruotao also said: "Yes, when we are gone, how can Brother Wang, Brother Huang and Sister Yun deal with such a powerful enemy? Young Master, you have to think of a way."
