Although it was about 2,000 kilograms of force, the body of the ghost corpse was stiff and slow. I guess Song Qing could barely deal with it with the Dark Knife before.

But this mountain ghost is far beyond the level of ghost corpse, and is far beyond the point of being able to compete with ordinary people.

The mountain ghost retreated in an instant, and suddenly turned into a shadow and rushed towards him. This time, it was the people from Wangjiazhuang.

"Ah!" Wang Leishan roared angrily, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a sharp blue-black sword light, hitting the black shadow that was rushing in front of him.

clang!

After being slashed by the Nether Knife, the mountain ghost made a hissing sound, and a faint black air dissipated.

Wang Leishan took a few steps back before he stood firm. He had just been flirted with black air on his chest and a bloody wound appeared.

The mountain ghost that looked like a black fog could become extremely sharp, dying and touching the remains.

"Hold tight! Don't disperse!"

Cheng Yongshi shouted sternly.

If you have not become an ordinary tribe of the internal martial artist, you cannot resist the mountain ghost alone. You must work together to protect yourself.

Among the extremely nervous people, Cheng Yuan was as calm as usual, with cold eyes, and he held the deep knife in his hand tightly.

call!
Chapter completed!