For a moment, Lang Yifei took a breath of cold air and was thankful in his heart. Fortunately, he and the old ghost were not enemies. Otherwise, having such an enemy would have been a very troublesome thing. He was so unpredictable that it was impossible to guard against him. He also I don’t know what happened, but one monk has been completely wiped out, and not even a dregs is left.
A monk died inexplicably here. Logically speaking, with so many monks here, no one would notice if one disappeared for no reason.
Although there is no trace of what the old ghost did, don't forget that there is not only one monk guarding here, but also five monks of the same realm.
Everything the old ghost did was caught in their eyes, and two monks flew over immediately and yelled: "Who are you and why did you attack us? If you don't give an explanation, you will never leave here."
The two monks saw that the old ghost had acted vigorously and resolutely before, and was not sloppy at all, and his methods were ruthless and cruel. He was not someone to be trifled with, so they did not take action directly. Instead, one of them spoke first to hold them back, and the remaining one sent a message to the others. Monk, let him come to support.
Hearing this, the old ghost and Lang Yifei looked at each other. Although they had not known each other for a long time, Lang Yifei understood the meaning in the old ghost's eyes instantly, and immediately shouted angrily: "Explain to me, you squinting cat. die……"
As soon as Lang Yifei finished speaking, he aimed at a person and stabbed him directly with his spear.
When the old ghost saw this, he laughed and cursed: "Good guy, you are even rougher than me. Damn it, how can I lose to you?"
After that, the old ghost aimed at the remaining person and immediately shouted: "Today I want to see who of us can leave, huh, the magic of soul transformation..."
Lang Yifei held the sky-devouring soul-splitting gun and stabbed the monk's lower body. The monk had never seen such a fighting method before. Facing Lang Yifei's attack, he was in a hurry.
However, he was in a hurry, but Lang Yifei was very awake. He exerted force on his hand, and saw a flash of silver light on the tip of the Sky-Eating Soul-Splitting Spear, and he pointed it out.
The monk felt the dazzling light in front of him, closed his eyes subconsciously, and quickly backed away in a flash.
"Want to run away? It's not that easy!" Lang Yifei sneered when he saw this, and his body turned into a stream of light and chased after him.
I saw the sky-devouring soul-splitting gun's light rising sharply, and it suddenly hit the monk and lifted him up. Then he raised his hand and slapped the monk's chest suddenly.
Then with a flick of the spear, the monk was thrown from the air to the ground.
Then he looked towards the old ghost. Seeing that the battle on the old ghost's side was not over yet, he couldn't help but taunted him: "Brother Gui, your speed is too slow. Do you need help?"
"I'm off. If you dare to laugh at me, look behind you. Two more monks have arrived. Don't cry then..."
The old ghost's face changed when he heard this, and he cursed angrily. He exerted force on his hand, and saw a dark light flowing in his hand. This time it was not the Soul Transformation Technique, but the Ghost Whip.
After all, the attack range of the Soul Transformation Technique is limited, and the attack can only be maximized when you are close.
As for the monk who was at least five feet away from him at this time, and the monk did not fight with him at all, he just ran away with all his life, the angry old ghost's eyes were filled with rage.
Immediately he used the Ghost Whip, and saw a black shadow emitting from his palm. The black shadow suddenly appeared, like a stream of light, and it was extremely fast, and he caught up with him in the blink of an eye.
The monk saw this and wanted to fight back, but the black shadow did not attack him, but circled around him.
The monk suddenly felt a strong pulling force, and his body moved uncontrollably towards the old ghost.
When the old ghost saw this, his figure swayed, dark light flowed in the palm of his hand, and he used the Soul Transformation Technique. Before he could attack the monk, there was a hissing sound between his chapters.
"No!" When the monk saw this, wasn't this the same trick the old ghost used to kill his comrades just now?
Thinking of the miserable situation of his comrades, the monk screamed unwillingly.
Listening to the monk's heart-rending roar, the old ghost shuddered and got goosebumps all over his body.
Even so, he showed no mercy and stamped his palm on the monk's chest.
In an instant, the corrosive power of the Soul Transformation Technique turned the monk into a pool of blood and sprinkled it from the air.
At the same time, Lang Yifei also fought with the two monks who came after hearing the news.
However, it was obviously difficult for Lang Yifei to deal with two monks of the same level.
These two monks were different from before. Lang Yifei had been quick in his attacks, and the monk had never seen his fighting style before, so he missed and killed him.
However, these two monks came well prepared and cooperated tacitly. They did not give him a chance at all. They surrounded him tightly and always kept a very close distance to him.
As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger, but this is not absolute. If he was far away from the two monks, he could still rely on the advantage of the spear to avoid being disadvantaged. But now these two monks have obviously seen through his mind and will not give him anything. Chance.
At such a close distance, his Sky-Destroying Soul-Splitting Gun couldn't exert its power at all.
"Damn it, get back..." Faced with the attacks of the two men, Lang Yifei put his spear across his head to block the two men's swords, and suddenly pushed forward.
Naturally, the two of them would not be pushed away by him. They exerted force with both hands. Under the pressure of Mount Tai, the battlefield was about to change from the air to the ground.
As if he had read through the minds of the two, Lang Yifei naturally would not follow the two's wishes and instantly flew backwards with the help of their attacks.
The two of them were stunned, and one of them said: "Good guy, your reaction is quite fast. If you tell me your purpose, I won't kill you."
While speaking, the two of them did not pause, but chased after him.
"Sweeping thousands of armies..." Lang Yifei did not answer them, but swept away thousands of armies with one move. He saw the shadow of the gun dancing wildly, suddenly turning into whirlwinds and attacking the two of them.
"Hmph, what a trick, let's go..." Seeing this, another monk suddenly sheathed his sword and punched, the wind roared, and he actually defeated Lang Yifei's whirlwind with one punch.
Lang Yifei was shocked. Faced with the two people who had a tacit understanding of colors, he did not dare to be careless at all. He glanced at the old ghost and found that the battle had ended and the old ghost was looking at his embarrassed appearance with a gloating smile.
He couldn't help but cursed angrily: "You old ghost, if you want to collect my body for me, you can gloat over my misfortune, but I will definitely catch you before I die."
"Damn, I won't take you like this, just ask me to help, just say so. Why are you doing this so scary? I'm so scared!"
The old ghost laughed and cursed when he heard the words. Although he was speaking, his figure did not stop. When he finished speaking, he came to the two monks.
A whirlwind immediately separated the two monks.
"Are you a ghost cultivator? What a ghost dragon dance, so upright and benevolent that he is invincible..."
The old ghost separated the two of them, and Lang Yifei was one at a time. The pressure on Lang Yifei was greatly reduced instantly. The spear danced, and the silver light shone with every move. With the help of the old ghost, he was feeling proud and proud. Turned over.
The monk who fought against the old ghost obviously recognized the old ghost's identity. He turned out to be a Confucian monk, and now the old ghost was quite a match for him.
On one side is the gloomy ghost energy, on the other side is the righteous energy of heaven and earth. The two have been sworn enemies since ancient times.
For a moment, the two people's skills were at odds with each other, and it was up to them to see who could survive to the end. However, Lang Yifei made a feint and stabbed the enemy in the chest with his gun. Then he exerted force on his hand, and the sky-eating soul-splitting gun flashed with light. .
With a bang, the Sky-Eating Soul-Splitting Gun exploded inside the monk's body, and the monk didn't even have time to scream before he was blown to pieces.
For a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Lang Yifei was caught off guard and was shot in the face with blood, making him extremely embarrassed.
Although he was in a sorry state, he was a little better than the old ghost. He couldn't help but provoked: "Old ghost, do you need any help?"
Hearing the ridicule in Lang Yifei's words, the old ghost was hit by a burst of heaven and earth righteousness from the Confucian monk, and a wisp of black smoke instantly rose from his body.
Not to mention how frustrated he was, he immediately cursed: "Stop talking nonsense, this person is incompatible with my skills, why don't you come and help me quickly."
"Ha ha!"
Lang Yifei laughed loudly and did not continue to speak, but showed his answer with actions.
With the addition of Lang Yifei, the pressure on the Confucian monk increased instantly. After looking around, he found himself helpless. He shouted loudly and fired a thunderbolt from his palm, hoping to make the situation here louder. Some.
Only in this way can he attract more people, and only in this way can he still have a chance to survive.
Otherwise, facing the old ghost's ghost technique and Lang Yifei's monster attack, if time goes by, he will definitely punish his life here.
If he had known this, he wouldn't have come here at all.
It's a pity that if he had known it before, he would have no chance.
Seeing his thoughts, Lao Gui and Lang Yifei looked at each other and launched the final fierce attack. In their opinion, the movement here would definitely attract others, and they must kill this person before others come. Kill them and then hide them, otherwise with the strength of the two of them, it will be impossible to shake the army of monks brought by Ouyang Peng.
The combination of the Ghost Whip and the Soul-Transforming Technique has always been tried and tested. Lang Yifei saw the opportunity and broke the army with one move, and suddenly thrust out the Sky-Eating Soul-Splitting Gun in his hand.
After all, the Confucian monk was unable to withstand the combined attacks of the two men and died with hatred.
At the same time that the Confucian monk died, only a dozen rays of light were seen escaping from a distance. The old ghost and Lang Yifei looked at each other, and immediately retreated and hid in the void.
"Where are the people? Why are there no people?" One of the monks said with a puzzled look.
"There are still traces of the battle here. It looks like it just ended, and the aura is strong. They must not have gone far." Another monk said.
"Since there is no one around, should we go back and report this situation to Mr. Ouyang and let him handle it?"
Another monk said with a solemn expression. Through the aura emanating from here, a look of fear flashed in the eyes of the monk who spoke last.
