Seeing Yan Liqiang hitting his punch, the Ghost King had no reason to be afraid, without thinking, he punched him and fought against Yan Liqiang's Bajiquan...

"boom……"

A loud bang echoed in the pine forest, and the snow on the ground under the Ghost King's feet was scattered, and snow was flying all over the sky. In the huge force, the Ghost King was directly shocked by Yan Liqiang's punch, his whole body was surging blood, his arms were numb, and he was shocked.

Yan Liqiang was like the shadow of the Ghost King, rushing towards the Ghost King tightly. Before the Ghost King could take a breath, Yan Liqiang's second punch hit again. The power of this second punch was even better than the first punch...

The Ghost King, who had lost his chance, had to use his palms to force Yan Liqiang's punch again.

The moment the fists and palms intersected, there was another "boom..." sound. The Ghost King made a syllable sound similar to "Zha". His loose python robe suddenly bulged like a balloon, and then instantly leaked away. His whole person was light and raised several feet like a kite blown away by the strong wind, and he flew back quickly for dozens of meters. His speed was like lightning. The terrifying fist force of Yan Liqiang's second punch was transformed away by him at once, and at the same time he got rid of Yan Liqiang's bombardment again...

"Good Kung Fu..." Yan Liqiang's eyes flashed and he praised. The Ghost King's unique skill really opened his eyes. However, he did not chase the Ghost King again, but his body moved and flashed to Situ Fei who wanted to bypass him and pursue Hua Ruxue, and punched him out again.

Situ Fei saw Yan Liqiang approaching him instantly. He was shocked when he had seen Yan Liqiang's terrifying boxing technique. He had to retreat quickly without thinking. However, Yan Liqiang's fist was not so easy to avoid. The Ghost King had this ability, but he also had this ability. Seeing Yan Liqiang's fist approaching, Situ Fei roared, held a fan in both hands, and pressed Yan Liqiang's fist...

"Crash..." With a sound, the cold iron steel fan in Situ Fei's hand touched Yan Liqiang's fist and broke in an instant. Situ Fei's hands were covered in blood. He was shocked by Yan Liqiang's fist. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out of Situ Fei's mouth. At this moment of life and death, Situ Fei, who looked like a scholar, didn't care about his face. With the force of the fist, he used his strength to force his feet and fell backwards, rolling in the snow. With a move of a donkey, rolling like a snowball, it rolled out more than ten feet away in a mess, and hit a pine tree heavily, and then stopped suddenly...

"Go to die!" A hoarse and unpleasant sound, like iron tiles scraping stones, appeared in Yan Liqiang's ears, but the Ghost King roared and rushed over again. In just an instant, Yan Liqiang's body was densely packed with layers of layers, and there were dazzling shadows of the ghost claw soul-snatching hands that were transformed by the Ghost King...

The throat, chest, back, head, armpits... Yan Liqiang's whole body was almost covered by the Ghost King's strange hands, and there seemed to be a gust of cold wind blew around him...

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..." Yan Liqiang also changed his boxing technique in an instant, his body flashed, and he fought quickly. The two sides instantly fought for more than ten times. At the last moment, Yan Liqiang roared, "Open...", the boxing wind was stirring, and the figure of the Ghost King was forced to fly away by Yan Liqiang again...

Yan Liqiang did not give the Ghost King any more chance this time. As soon as he took the lead, he rushed forward like lightning again, and a fierce Five Mountains cone hit the Ghost King.

"Boom..." Another loud noise, the Ghost King's figure was bombarded by Yan Liqiang like a cannonball, and the whole person was directly bombarded into the Yuhua Pavilion by Yan Liqiang. After breaking a pillar of the Yuhua Pavilion, he knocked down two stone tablets outside the Yuhua Pavilion, and then he stabilized his body...

"Boom..." Yuhua Pavilion, one of the ancient monuments of Huizhou City, collapsed down one after another.

When the smoke and dust disappeared, Yan Liqiang's figure had long disappeared on the hillside. The Ghost King, who was standing on a stone tablet, felt stuffy in his chest, his whole body was irritated, and a mouthful of blood had rolled to his throat, and he swallowed it by himself. The Ghost King's hands were huddled in his sleeves, trembling irresistibly. The powerful force that Yan Liqiang had just burst out, almost exceeding the limit that the Ghost King could withstand in his secret technique and body...

Intuitively, the Ghost King felt that the cultivation level of the person he had just fought with should not be even as good as the Martial King of his own, but for some reason, the power of that person's attack and the speed of his body's reaction made the Ghost King feel scared, and his body was instinctively afraid of the encounter with that person...

Lu Tianxing, Situ Fei, and the remaining masters of the Night Turtle Army came to the Ghost King, "See... Have you seen the Venerable..."

"Who is that person?" The Ghost King said in a hoarse voice...

"We don't know. We just received the news that we had already besieged here. Those rebels were about to be arrested, but the man suddenly came out and killed us without saying a word, causing the rebels to run away..." Lu Tianxing spoke in a daze, "Now... do you still have to chase after you..."

The Ghost King looked at the corpses of the Night Ghost Army on the hillside, turned to look at the movement not far below the hillside and heard the movement of the imperial horses rushing towards here. He was slightly silent for two or three seconds, and his fists were tightly pinched in his sleeves, and he could only pop out a word from his teeth, "Retreat..."

...

When Yan Liqiang left, he pulled out the sword he threw out from the trunk of the nailed man, leaving nothing behind at the scene. The imperial army in Huizhou City and many people in the city were alarmed. He and the Ghost King could not tell the winner for a short time. In addition, Hua Ruxue and the others had left, so there was no need to continue to tangle with the people of the White Lotus Sect here. It is best to leave...

I silently returned to the room of the inn where I lived, closed the door, took off the hood on my head and stuffed it into my bag, hung a long sword, Yan Liqiang lay on the bed, listening to the various movements coming from the street outside the window, Hua Ruxue's beautiful face flashed in his mind, and a series of questions also arose in my heart. I don't know what chaos happened in the White Lotus Sect? The Imperial Capital City is already in chaos at this moment. Hua Ruxue is now being chased by the White Lotus Sect, why did she run to the hornet's nest in the Gyeonggi? Could it be that Hua Ruxue didn't know that the White Lotus Sect's people gathered a large number of masters to make trouble in the Gyeonggi? Why did she fall into the trap so much for...

Thinking about Hua Ruxue's incident, Yan Liqiang recalled everything about Hua Ruxue that night, but found that he was shamelessly hard...

After cursing inwardly, Yan Liqiang, who had no intention of sleeping, simply got up and practiced the Yijin and Marrow Cleansing Sutra in the room. While practicing the Yijin and Marrow Cleansing Sutra, Yan Liqiang recalled every detail of the fight with the Ghost King. He fought with the Ghost King before, but it was not long, but this was the first time Yan Liqiang fought with a person of the Ghost King face to face. There were a lot of gains and insights to digest...
Chapter completed!