"I'll be the main attacker, you guys can help me!" Gui Jia stood at the front without hesitation.
Mei Ruyu took a step forward and said, "Hmph, what's so great about it? I, the majestic saint of the ghost clan, am still afraid of a clone?"
"Okay, prepare to be beaten..." Ling Han patted Guijia's shoulder sympathetically, made a helpless expression, took a step forward, and the three of them stood side by side.
On the other side, the two fierce generals were not willing to stand aside and listen to their nonsense, so they exchanged good opinions with just a look.
As Yunyong wished, Xuan Gui and Zhu Gui met up and smiled calmly: "Yun Yong, we are old acquaintances, why don't we just capture him without any effort?"
"Let me see how you have practiced over the years and whether you have taken that step!"
Yun Yong was not in a hurry, and chatted a few more words when meeting acquaintances. The previous gloom on his face had long since disappeared, and he faced the two fierce generals calmly.
"Quick victory!" Zhu Guisen, who had been silent all this time, spat out a few words coldly.
Xuan Gui nodded, waved his hand, and went out with the clone!
"coming!"
Ling Han shouted violently, while the Demon Fist was still charging up and preparing, the ghost armor had already rushed out.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the ghost armor was shaken far away. Ling Han sighed. At this time, the Heavenly Demon Fist had already finished accumulating power. His right fist was on his waist and his left palm was stretched out to aim at the clone.
Sure enough, the clone did not continue to attack the ghost armor that was knocked away, nor did it deal with Mei Ruyu, but rushed towards Ling Han impartially.
"Do you want to kill us two and capture Mei Ruyu alive?" Ling Han's face was solemn, he glanced at the fallen ghost armor and stood up in embarrassment.
The clone didn't use any spiritual skills, and rushed straight over with its body. It was so fast that it was in front of you in the blink of an eye.
"Is this contempt for us?"
"Ho!"
The moment he punched Ling Han, Ling Han also punched out the Demon Fist.
"boom!"
Fighting with fierce strength, his feet flashed, and the demon's legs kicked off the ground and jumped out. At the moment of its side, he quickly punched the next feminine punch!
"Bang!"
The clone reacted very quickly, turned sideways, and suddenly stretched out his left hand to firmly grasp Ling Han's fist, like a pair of pliers that was about to crush it before he gave up.
Ling Han endured the pain from his fist and was unable to move. The feminine power he exerted also disappeared and had no effect on him at all!
Is this a huge gap across a realm?
The clone's right fist was not idle, and he swung it up and hit Ling Han's head...
At the critical moment, Ling Han instantly put on Xuanming Black Armor, protecting his left hand in front of his body, and took advantage of the situation to punch out a demonic fist with his clenched right fist.
Even if you get hurt, you still have to fight to the end!
"magic……"
"Bang!"
Before the Demon Fist Wrath could be unleashed, there was a light crisp sound from the clone's back, and it let out a muffled grunt. Ling Han's right hand went soft and he quickly broke away.
It was the Nine Yin Ghost Bone Palm, as beautiful as jade, which was firmly imprinted on the clone's back.
Then the three people formed a triangle and surrounded the clones.
On another battlefield, Zhu Gui and Xuan Gui had already suppressed Yun Yong.
Xuan Gui looked over here, smiled evilly and shouted: "She is indeed the woman that big brother likes, her slap is quite powerful!"
Ling Han frowned. Is this a compliment to the Nine Yin Ghost Bone Palm, which is as beautiful as jade? It also revealed the purpose of their trip, just as they thought.
"The clone is as hard as the Yin Puppet. Head-on confrontation won't work!" Ghost Armor said solemnly.
Ling Han nodded in agreement, his attack was completely ineffective against him!
At this time, Guijia and Mei Ruyu rushed forward again. Ling Han did not rush forward and began to accumulate strength to prepare for the strongest attack.
Demon Fist Wrath can hit five times in a row. As Ling Han's strength increases, Demon Fist Wrath requires more and more energy, and its power is also increasing exponentially.
Ling Han is trying to see if he can stack the five demonic fists together!
Last time against Langxiao, during the crisis, he used Demon Fist Wrath on the basis of Heavenly Demon Fist, which had good results.
What would be the power if the five Demon Fist Wraths were stacked together and then used on top of the Heavenly Demon Fist? Ling Han had some small expectations.
Demon Fist Wrath is inherently domineering. After it is released, it is like a blue dragon breaking free from its restraints. It is difficult to control, and superimposing them together is very difficult!
How will you know if you don’t try it?
The first ray of demonic fist anger gathered in the center of the fist, and the second ray immediately condensed violently and merged with the first one. Suddenly, Ling Han's right hand swelled instantly, as if it was about to burst.
At the same time, the energy in the meridians was instantly reduced by half. The two demonic fists were superimposed, and the energy consumed increased exponentially.
Feel the violent power in your fist, ready to come out at any time, struggling and roaring like an unfettered dragon!
Ling Han gritted his teeth, and the third ray of Demonic Fist Wrath condensed little by little. The three rays of Demonic Fist Wrath merged, and now the Demonic Fist Wrath in his fist instantly became as big as a basin.
All the energy was drained out instantly!
"ah!"
The painful scream was heartbreaking, and this scream shocked everyone!
"Demon!!!"
First of all, Xuan Gui and Zhu Gui exclaimed, even a little scared, and even the energy in their hands was a little weaker.
When he came to his senses and realized that Ling Han was only at the peak of the Ze realm, he slowly breathed out a sigh of relief, but his brows furrowed tightly.
It is definitely not a good thing for the demons to get involved!
Yun Yong had some confidence in his heart. The demon boy should not be underestimated. Although he could not turn the corner with his dual cultivation of essence, blood and spiritual energy, his status as a demon was enough to deter them.
Gui Jia once again looked at Ling Han with admiration. He had long known how powerful his blood essence was, but when he saw the rich black essence in his fists with a terrifying aura, he realized that this was probably his true strength.
Others didn't know it, but Mei Ruyu knew what Ling Han was doing. He was going to release a powerful demon spiritual skill, but he was in so much pain at the moment that he wouldn't explode himself.
Ling Han raised his right hand tremblingly. He was no longer able to push out the triple magic fist, so he could only raise his arm high and throw it out.
Ghost Armor cooperated very well. When he saw Ling Han preparing his ultimate move, he risked being hit hard and used his body to knock his clone into Ling Han's face.
"Drink!"
The triple magic fist hit the clone's back in an unbiased manner.
"boom!"
Over there, Xuan Gui stumbled suddenly, his face a bit ugly. Yun Yong was willing to let go of this opportunity and knocked him away with a fierce blow.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Xuan Gui's mouth, he wiped it slowly with his arm, and then looked at Ling Han: "I have to say, the demons are really powerful!"
Then he laughed miserably and said: "If we were in the same realm, this strike would be enough to smash the clone to pieces. It's a pity that the gap in realm cannot be made up by spiritual skills!"
Black and gray energy rippled around the clone, and it took a long time to slowly dissipate. A round black scar on the back was particularly dazzling.
The explosion shattered the clothes, injured the skin, stung the body, and wounded the clone!
However, it did not cause serious damage to the clone, and his combat effectiveness was still strong.
This is the difference in realm!
Ling Han gave a helpless smile, which was expected. He looked at Mei Ruyu with sluggish eyes and shook his head gently to show that he had tried his best.
"bass!"
He took out the Sky Demon Sword, held the sword in his left hand and stabbed it into the yellow sand to prop up his body and not fall down.
If it weren't for the strong body and the blessing of the essence and blood, it would have exploded on the spot. At the same time, the essence and blood flowed all over the body, nourishing the meridians and quickly restoring the essence.
As the sun sets in the west, the sunset in the desert is majestic and majestic. The darkness under the sand dunes is a silent tragedy. The last red streak in the sky shines on everyone's cheeks, showing breathlessness, helplessness, sadness, and a trace of loneliness...
Of course, night has not yet completely fallen, and the remaining light of the sun shines on the two villains and a clone who are sure to win.
"Ho! Yeah!"
Mei Ruyu is angry, the princess is angry, and the saint is angry!
After the explosion, there was death-like silence. Her hands naturally drooped, and her body slowly floated three inches above the ground.
A soft light emitted from her chest, and a blue-white ball of light slowly floated to the top of her head, brighter than the sun and brighter than the moonlight.
"The skills of a saint!"
"You and I are so lucky to experience this sacred moment!" Zhu Gui was very excited when he saw the light ball.
Xuan Gui looked pale, frowned, and murmured: "It's so beautiful, but she wants to attack my clone..."
Zhu Gui glared at him and comforted him: "Don't worry, the saint can't hurt you. She is still in the growth stage. It is your greatest honor to take a hit."
Xuan Gui said silently: "Brother must compensate for my losses when I go back..."
But I was praying in my heart, hoping that the saint's skills could not be fully used, which would have a suppressive effect on the ghost tribe!
After getting some breathing time, Yunyong recovered quickly. The three of them were old acquaintances, and the two vicious generals did not kill him.
But Yun Yong was thinking in his heart, hoping that the three little guys could escape from the mysterious ghost clones. Even if reinforcements were not available, he might still have a chance to stop the two old friends.
Then, the battle came to an abrupt end, and everyone stared at the beautiful spiritual skills released by Mei Ruyu. The clone remained motionless, exposing its broad chest and waiting to receive this glorious baptism.
Mei Ruyu chanted a series of mantras, slowly opened her arms, and stretched her hands above her head to hold up the bluish-white ball of light.
The closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, a small gap opened in the middle of the ball of blue-white light, and a touch of gray appeared, like an upright eye.
"Holy Ghost Ghost Eyes!"
With a scream, a simple gray light suddenly shot out from the crack in the middle of the bluish-white ball of light, pointing directly at the clone's head.
"No!" Xuan Gui shouted, and his clone immediately raised his arms and crossed them in front of his head, before the essence defense barrier could be deployed.
"puff!"
There was a soft sound, the gray light disappeared, and the beautiful jade fell down and fell to the ground.
Ling Han just wanted to move to help, but his body was extremely heavy and refused to control him. At this time, Gui Jia, with quick eyes and quick hands, had already rushed over and helped Mei Ruyu up.
"ah!"
A scream like a slaughtering pig echoed three miles away.
Xuan Gui rolled to the ground in pain while holding his head. He rolled several times and couldn't stop screaming.
The clone stayed in place without moving, with no scratches on its head. There were small holes in the wrists of both arms, dripping with blood.
The charred wounds were filled with the smell of corrosion. Looking at Xuan Gui's miserable condition, you knew that he was really injured this time.
"Now!"
Yunyong roared, and launched an attack on Zhu Gui with his majestic energy.
Gui Jia glanced at Ling Han, picked up Mei Ruyu on his back, and started running away. Ling Han's eyes widened, and he used the strength he had just recovered to follow quickly.
When Zhu Gui saw the three people running away, he cursed angrily: "Old Xuan, hurry up and run away!"
Xuan Gui slowly got up with a livid face, shook his head in a daze, and looked around for a long time before he stood still.
The clone was injured, and the main body's spirit was also traumatized. Although it was not fatal, it was painful.
This magical skill can only be used by a saint. The blue-white eye is not fully opened, and the gray light is too weak and lacks penetrating power. Otherwise, it will end with hatred, or even die on the spot.
What makes him even more uncomfortable is that the ghost eye shoots out the power of the sacred soul, which has innate suppression on the ghost clan, and both the essence and the spirit are weakened.
It was Zhu Gui's instigation and his own carelessness that caused him to fall to the ground in pain.
After Xuan Gui recovered, he saw that the three of them had run some distance away. With a wave of his hand, his clones chased after them.
