With the rapid swing of this magical sword, the flames on the sword suddenly surged and flew several meters away.
The flaming sword, several meters long, struck at the "black cloth" with scorching heat.
Intense light emanates from the flames, seeming to replace the sun in the dark sky covered with dark clouds.
Under the illumination of this burst of bright light, among the ghost-headed demons, the face that was originally roaring towards Zhang Jiao now showed a frightened expression, as if it was afraid of the bright light.
In fact, this flame with thunder and lightning is indeed what ghosts are afraid of.
Almost as soon as the flames rose, several heads tried to escape from the black mist.
But at this time, the distance between the two parties was too close, and due to inertia, there was no chance to dodge.
The next moment, accompanied by Zhang Jiao's low shout and bursts of panic from Guitousha, the two sides collided.
The long sword was sharp, carrying thunder and fire, and easily cut through the body of Guitousha, making a huge hole in the "black cloth".
Near the wound, bursts of violent "stabbing" sounds continued to sound.
The black mist near the wound was like ice that met the blazing fire or snowflakes illuminated by the sun. It continued to melt, causing the wound to slowly expand.
Among the ghost-headed demons, frightening human faces were screaming in pain and slowly disappeared after the thunder and fire passed by.
The entire Ghost Tousha was almost cut in half by Zhang Jiao's sword.
But Guitousha is not simple either. Almost as soon as Zhang Jue's sword passed through his body, he tried to seriously injure himself, but still surrounded Zhang Jue without stopping.
If Zhang Jiao cannot get out of trouble quickly, his situation will be very dangerous.
Zhang Jiao also sensed the crisis, and immediately swung his long sword in his hand, and at the same time, his feet flashed quickly, intending to escape along the wound he had just cut.
But how could the ghost-headed demon allow him to achieve his wish? Under the rolling black mist, vicious human heads flew out and rushed in front of Zhang Jiao, blocking his way.
With a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him, Zhang Jiao was caught in a dilemma.
At this moment, there was a flash of silver light.
From the ground, there was an "iron piece" that broke through a distance of more than ten meters and shot straight into the sky.
The "iron piece" flashed past Zhang Jiao, and the human-headed ghosts were immediately crushed into traces of ghost energy and disappeared.
And this also opened up a way out for Zhang Jiao.
Zhang Jiao was overjoyed and hurriedly followed the location of the wound, narrowly escaping out and escaping.
At this time, Zhang Jiao finally had time to look back and look towards the ground.
He wanted to see what saved his life.
Zhang Jiao took a closer look and saw that the "iron piece" that saved his life was being held in the hands of a fat man.
This big man is none other than Qian Pangpang.
At this time, he was slowly taking back the "iron piece" that had stretched for more than ten meters. It turned out that the "iron piece" was the machete that Qian Pangpang used to use.
Qian Pangpang took a bottle of holy water, poured a little on the machete, and slowly spread it evenly.
【Holy Water】
[Type: Consumables]
[Requirements: Human race]
[Effectiveness: It can be applied on weapons and arrows to attach sacred attributes to them, or it can be poured directly to cause higher damage; or it can be applied on the skin to break curses, chaos and other conditions (excluding poisoning). 】
[Explanation: Blessed water is healthier. 】
It was Qian Pangpang who smeared holy water on the machete and saved Zhang Jiao's life under the hands of Guitousha.
"If you don't have that diamond, don't do the porcelain work. Really, you've obviously been so seriously injured that you can't even walk stably, but you still insist on being in the limelight..."
Qian Pangpang muttered in a low voice while applying holy water.
Zhang Jiao was far away and he couldn't hear him.
But Li Yan, who was standing next to Qian Pangpang, heard it very clearly.
In fact, Li Yan had similar thoughts in his mind. Zhang Jiao going to kill this ghost-headed evil would not do any good to the players.
Even for Zhang Jiao himself, it may not be of any benefit.
Maybe, it's really just to implement those beliefs?
Li Yan shook his head, not quite understanding.
However, just now, Li Yan suddenly felt that they should kill this ghost.
Of course, Li Yan came to see this from the position of winning or losing the game. Killing this ghost might have some benefits for their team.
The Dragon King Temple still has some duration, and there may be some hostile players coming here.
And if they see Zhang Jiao floating above the Dragon King Temple out of thin air at this time, there will be a certain possibility that they mistakenly think that Zhang Jiao is a player.
Because there are very few flying NPCs in this dungeon. Counting Zhang Jiao, there are probably only three or five.
Even if the enemy does not regard Zhang Jiao as a player, there is a high possibility that they will rush here faster to do the [Emperor Struggle] dungeon mission.
So what Li Yan wanted to do was to disguise Zhang Jiao to look more like a player.
In this way, Li Yan and Qian Pangpang can always remain onlookers when encountering hostile players, gaining a slight advantage to facilitate better combat.
While thinking this, Li Yan took out the [Silver Cross] from before.
【Silver Cross】
[Type: off-hand equipment]
[Requirements: Human race]
[Effect 1: Can emit a light of sacred attributes, causing damage to the enemy. (Power is affected by the user’s star rating)]
[Xiaogang 2: Slowly heal the user's injuries. 】
[Description: Amen. . . . Ah Qian, a grapevine~]
Li Yan had put it in Zhang Jiao's hand before so that he could recover from his injuries faster.
Later, when Zhang Jiao woke up, he didn't know what it was, so he put the cross aside, and Li Yan took it back after that.
Li Yan took the cross and pointed it at the ghost head evil spirit in the sky.
Then, give it a gentle squeeze.
Uh-huh!
A soft, warm light shot out from the cross in an instant and flew towards the ghost head evil spirit in the sky.
He couldn't feel the passage of time at all. In just a split second, almost as soon as there was light, the divine light hit Guitou Sha.
After all, the distance was only a dozen meters, and there was no room for anyone to react. The divine light accurately hit the ghost-headed black mist-like body, penetrated it instantly, and then continued to fly towards the distance, quickly disappeared into the horizon.
